Since you’ve closed your eye
I cannot see
the flicker in your smile was built for me
trembled in the night when reason failed
feeling out your fire pouring through my ways,
Dearest,
I almost took you for a dance that day,
painting into darkness no wandering little light
told me you haven’t loved enough,
the air was burning more than I could say
yet from the front row it was a remarkable play
so I stayed,
unreasonably long
and that cold evening going back home
I saw you,
again and again…
What is left to say
in the many books to read
the blank pages at the end
I always wondered what they hid,
in between the spaces
lines are coming back to breathe
did you make the choice
did it came imposed,
the dreaming of a future that nothing could’ve hold,
I’m told you danced that morning feeling pretty dressed in white
I wish you rice and glitter over kindness and good time…
Unde am pierdut toamna cu diminețile argintii?
O jumătate de soare descris în acuarelă se prelingea printre frunze
tălpile răvășeau pământul alunecos
buzele sărutau, din nou, cerul meu nesfârșit,
și am adormit acolo sub salcie, departe de timpul care curge
eu și un câmp neatins în culori și schițe de umbre
veșnic tânăr în vise și cuvinte…
Remember the days that have passed
you were young and free and knew no menace
and people were so alive
and you made a promise to the dearest of all
to keep your chin up and smile in the face of disaster,
remember the day you gazed into silence
stars there were running
your young love was starving and kept it close to the heart,
words could cut deep yet everything’s healing
for nothing is ever the same twice
walking away to find absolution
you only fought with yourself…
Remember the grass
it was cold on your feet on the other side of this fence,
remember you used to laugh and have faith
when you cried on the steps of a closed church…
go back from the sadness and seek on light
you feel it inside it’s not right,
and bring down these walls and shine to the world
there is so much beauty to be
just walk away from the city of lights
for the real light is burning in me…
Remember the days you were free
a sucker for friendship and your t-shirt was green
dumb in all manners you couldn’t read signs
girls might have taught you were somewhat blind
but your heart was walking in line…
Remember the days you walked her back home
and the leafs and the stairs and so many trains to the north
you drew her face in your dreams
so you broke a string just to be sure and marbles fell on the floor
dreams rolled on and love and all…
Remember the days for I don’t know who I am
will you remember the same?
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?
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
…
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 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…
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?
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…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 