Și dacă în romantismul meu nu e dragostea de vină,
ci prea multă dreptate,
și am scrijelit fantasme unde cuvintele sunt mute
izvoare, nu le-am lăsat să curgă
iar cu mâinile amândouă am rupt flori în noapte;
Cu ce inimă să vii spre mine
și ce inimă îmi rămâne
când încă spun o rugăciune printre zaruri aruncate
dar sunt nevrednic
și nu am fost vreodată
iar din teamă nasc himere și imposibile distanțe?
Author Archives: Krstn Drupp
Love Glitter
I… AM
the music and the glitter
ideas, connected, and the space in between
a notebook with blank pages to be filled
stories
love
depression
what makes me alive if not pain?
I am between contradictions
going for size, color, harmony, feeling
an eye to the Lady on the wall with the hand seeking pleasure
redemption, maybe
and I did try the math, the logic, equations –
the heart opposed,
full stop
explosions
LSD –
Lucy, where are you Lucy?
Her prince came soon after
the place was empty
need
lack of time, indecision, illusion of choice
no need for white horse
happily
ever
after?
Beauty?
I do not see YOU
I relate what I feel
context
opposition
similarity
sound is heart of true meaning,
and you play the piano
faulty, scrambled yet real, all for me
easy to fall
deeper
into a lifetime of YOU and I…
I AM
you and I –
mirrored
…
Again
painted face
mud,
my arms have roots in this soil
rewind
my arms have roots in this soil
I ran –
I ran for the sundown
the silence
colored wavy red clouds
tiny,
the yellow was young
gray stalled
call me not
rusty scissored Todd,
cold
cold
the cigarettes I smoked
for love
blue dust
and nights in central park
rebound
cry
rebound
cry
rebound
the petrol skies
lost
in the eye
where do you end and when do I begin?
within
seek in
pages left wrong
the need to feel
right
I killed before I died –
stand tall
say grace
nothingness is asking for my space
the words
the waves
meaning or mess
mud painted face –
I caved
I gave
up, up and away
cripple
sum of all deeds
hope
hands in the stone
when expecting the least
I am the beast…
The Rope
They wrote it on a wall rising before me
charcoal on a stone to stand tall forever,
“Put down your hunger
and forget the gain,
rest your shadows
there is time today”
and I sat with the Lord
bowed down my sword
and with a wide heart I weighted the whole…
How often do you chase a pond in a lake
or a drop in the hay the days that it rains?
and I cut the rope,
harps start playing the obscure
the nights turn to clay
to mould them right out in a better way
with the veins in my hand
and the dreams that remain
like a vision I had back in the day…
April the 6th
April the 6th late morning
the night was speaking back to you and sunshine smelled of hay,
spending colors in the gray you went away with stories hard to tell
to build a house of brick to stand the fire and give life to memories;
one door was closed and paths divided a future open to mistake…
Sonet V
L-am văzut într-o seară ce nu există
viu, bucuros, prieten
și ca o mărturisire a eternității
m-a îmbrățișat cu privirea;
noapte,
rece
prea multă liniște…
Oare știa el că trăim în amintire?
The Mountain
Demon,
you want me on my edge
keeping me alive to make me fall again,
remembrance,
beautiful memories,
polka dot pink elephants that were seldom meant to be…
Oh demon,
stop threading rivers in the dark
don’t make me wish for miracles I never asked
for I am the sea,
with everything inside
I’d never lose my spark
not for love nor red blooded virgin isles…
Demon,
I am a mountain –
you are running backwards on my trails
in a sky so full of diamonds,
absolution
there is no crown and everything may break
but I am a mountain…
Happy 4th of December !
1. Leonard Cohen & Judy Collins – That’s no way to say goodbye
2. Billy Raffoul & JJ Wilde – Let Me Go
3. The Lumineers – BRIGHTSIDE
4. White Lies – I Don’t Want To Go To Mars
5. The Divine Comedy – The Best Mistakes
BONUS 1. The Dead South – You Are My Sunshine
BONUS 2. The Dead South – People Are Strange
Melancholy
©A fabulous woman
Hard covered, written with the gift
you found a book to live by it
then I kissed you on the wrong right cheek
since the night the pages fled was so dark I could not see,
wished a poem brought you back
to that wicked pub where we last danced
but it is too late,
statement’s made in white, bowing under petrol eyes
and I got the Sun inside to shine no wisdom –
could I burn you if I tried?
is there purpose in this drive?
felt each time he asked “are you a Jew?”
“no, I’m not!” just one among so many few
something lost in between the pagan I have been
and your perfume in the London fumes
I would touch yet would not feel,
taught me how to nurture and not to stir
on the memories we shall become
let them flowers grow
a whole garden painted on a purple sky…
The Silence
Where does it all begin,
up until we end together I may spill a thousand dreams…
I’ve been given a broken ladder
but the courage was within,
I have shaped my words in pain and painted purple in the dark
saw you sparkling,
you left shadows in the chambers of my heart –
that sweet emotion,
always longing for those lights up in the mountain…
In the end we are alone
swimming in our ocean,
strangers –
nothing more than falling stars burning to exhaustion,
looking not for love but all there is to give
our passion for another…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 