Category Archives: Strigăte în noapte

Testament (II)

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In the night that came around
just before the demons fed on dreams unaccomplished,
I have seen the stars,
one needs darkness for the light to show
and nothingness makes place for everything to happen
when hope is in the trade time’s a moment repeating on itself…

I am in the present written from a book that’s spared
hired as a preacher selling truths,
I scar inside and change the fate of those who look
ask me for a question that may open minds,
for silence rides a racing horse that wins
and grass grows where only dust remains –

The last scribe hunts words shaped in coal
an understanding offered to an altar in the desert,
why push forward when the heart is heavy
in the total absence of ideas
kneel before the center of existence
and cry a prayer as a sentence burnt in stone…

Leap of Fate

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November’s gone, it’s been a while
and March may never come again,
it’s one step left to fill the distance
I wonder what it takes to fly and what it takes to fall,
toast and coffee in the morning
dining scarcely long past dusk
the perfect equation is what I’ve drawn on paper
life is square and love seems measured,
is this the leap one’s asked to take
when rains come cold in late December,
pouring wine and making pudding
all is white yet nothing to remember…

The Game (II)

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Good morning, good night
this is how it passes by, my time,
I am selling stories, sweet little lies alright
it is getting old and easier, I’ve been told,
so I took a white empty card,
wrote down words and question marks
and played poker with the heart…

My house is built on wrong,
the sun eludes the backyard every time
in pitch black night there is no moon,
no windows, only bricks up to the clouds,
the postman never comes
carols are like apples when they fall,
and it’s frozen, raining cold…

Good night, sleep tight my love,
roll down dreams to keep them flowing,
pour it slowly and fill our glasses
naked water for the conscious drowning,
because noses can not smell beauty
hands can not touch without the skin
and eyes, eyes need light to see…

Biofizica

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Gândurile mele s-au blocat –
un circuit sinaptic a căzut în reflecție la o intersecție neurală
și problematica dezbătută creează incertitudine,
picioarele sunt blocate între înainte și înapoi
peretele abdominal freamătă sub tensiune
iar brațele sunt ramuri cu degete încleștate în aer…

Din lobul frontal se scurge ca un pârâiaș, nimicul
alunecă peste coaste, ocolește rotula dreaptă
și hrănește o baltă rece și neagră cu gambe de cocostârc,
iar lumina rămâne suspendată la un picometru de retină
astfel încât percepția este acaparată de beznă
într-o singură secundă când existența devine un paradox…

Stone-giant

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Sixty steps, the stairway’s broken and you hear the stereo noises
on your knees you heal your bruises
and the raindrops start to roll down the forehead that is cold,
questions looking for their answers in a song that’s pretty dull
where Nottingham has roots in stories so it dreams itself alive
and its paths diverge in alleys that run farther from the Sun…

I have chosen, Ego sum, I was wrong,
perfect sense does not exist in a state of altered mist
it is pressure that transforms dirty coal into cliché shining bliss
– and not a kiss;
his ribs are cut from stone and so are all the looks he’s given
and the devil smiled and put a tingle on your lower Eastern lip…

Nil

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There’s no fight, there is no war
we give up and we go home,
we don’t scream, we do not cry
it is so late, why even try?

Dust’s a carpet on the floor
our shoes do walk no more,
and the mirrors won’t reflect
any thought we’ve never had…

Rain’s still filling up our rives
sailing boats down to the sea,
there’s an island without trees
used to shovel up our dreams…

There’s no struggle, no debate
tore down this wall we’ve made,
we do not speak, see to the south
there is light but it’s not ours…

Glue

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Capture

How do you sleep at night knowing it’s a lie?
alley cats are blue but her eyes are green with glue
born red she’s turned black, a hooker for the screen
one, two, three… rising stars never got you very far
the music on vinyl made her swing, made her thrill
she came dressed in leafs like the late autumn bliss
yet she does nothing of the things she speaks…

Builder of Hopes

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I woke up as one of the many
dusting daily at the lowest floor,
I can read only one book forever
and words are written in gray in this Bible of mine,
the Preacher asked me to rise
stairways are open for steps to take
decisions are heavy anchors in the back,
fear is pouring onto me from a great cup
each moment is closer to regret
hopes are fading like shadows of an axe
and I try to start a fire
to let it burn the world from within…

High hopes are built in stone
none the other shall ever give the tone,
silver and gold, every piece is getting old
and swallowed by the Sea I’m drunk
and in the darkness I first start to see,
I walk towards the sky and do believe
pages rise from ashes like a Phoenix
telling stories I’d never dared to seed
and in the mirror I can see His deeds;
rise and shine my child
let the wind caress the temples I have built
hopes and dreams shall turn the world…

Blue

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I wrote my letters with blue ink, locked the door and shut the blinds,
the last of candles burned down to the bottom of its jar
and worn out pages still rebel from a Bible that we’ve owned,
Steve passed away last night and the floor got cold,
all that’s left to save are laughter and three paintings on a wall…

I’ve been too young, my hands weak and my heart unsteady,
I’ve let the fire wildly spread and wreak our covered beds,
the jury did not charge but ash is all that do remain –
October roads of painful slow, no one knows where they go,
and blue rain starts falling from the diamond skies above…