I did not write a single word to tell you how I feel,
alcohol, cocaine and fears
my brightest bloom is here,
unsolvable commotion in the great white riddle
the night is here darkness never left this room
nothing is of what it seems
the fire river is born from tears
words are meaningless
they empty as they turn to bricks and build the walls…
Category Archives: Figments of my reality
The Wave
when music gives no vibe
silence is out of rhyme
listens to no spark
something is broken, is it the heart?
sleep, eat, think
it lasts less than a blink
it writes on a wave
the way home, my last goodbye…
it needs space
a window out of the gray
to float, away
far and straight, shapeless clay
hunger to shine
becoming as unsanctioned rain
the wave away
is in a dream that I’ve lost on the way…
Not a fool
Do not call me “Darling”, don’t ask me to be cool
you compete with Fortune, my heart is rock ‘n’ roll
on this highway ain’t a hiker and my tank is nearly full
I can’t cite from Shakespeare but I’m not a fool
and going back to Twin Peaks is of very last resort,
share this ride together until it’s coming to an end
cherish every moment for tomorrow’s just a gleam…
There will be no puppies and no tattoos on my hands
slow she poured Martini, I poured whisky on the coke
night was turning purple and the stars a shade of green
holding down the mountains one may hear a little scream
I have crossed the waters to what came from in between,
and in the storm I dream of shelter to the break of dawn
keeping straight is not a virtue but a ransom of its own…
Emotion
we got acquainted in a dream
flickering eyes, raven hair, drawn on a slender alabaster build
and so,
pride engulfed me like air caressing a first born
with no words,
I knew,
fires were to be built on so many altars
to subside an impending fear of loss…
The Giant
…
was it but a dream
all the rainy mornings dressed in skin
the evenings in the cold chasing purple stars,
young hearts never getting old
lovers in the chain of storm
fast cars crashing down
some things turn to gold, others never hold;
what I miss the most
is a song my lips be spelling in the scent of Holy Ghosts
on high rocky roads crossing
you were naked in the wild
with a smile dressed in white
and everyone that came along
carved and carried larger stones…
so,
give me back the music and let me play my cello
I still hear the horses
can you keep it breathing until we reach the border?
Alice,
I remember now –
you gave me the stories and I gave them hope
grains of silver on a field of stone,
and I don’t need no colors
to paint it back alive
for I’ll always be a Giant
awake in the exploding Sun…
The Wishing
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…
Remember
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?
Ultimul
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?
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…
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