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De profundis Clamavi
De profundis clamavi
How easy it is to betray yourself
Like a sleepwalking pirouette,
One graceful spin,
And the shadows swallow you whole
There are no sad goodbyes
When you betray yourself
No bitter kisses,
No mournful grips,
Just hazy and playful touches
As you sip from the drunken night
There are no memories
When you betray yourself
Just a story
Being rewritten
By assuring, foreign hands
Foreign powers, if you may
A sweet noise that covers
The remains of your fatal plunge
No one mourns you
When you betray yourself
As no one knows you are dead
It's the most cheerful sanatorium
If I ever saw one
In the eyes of others
You took your first step
To greatness
And just like that,
Before you know it
The whole world vanishes
Into thin air
And there
Before the wall of silence
You stand naked,
Hands livid,
Heart barely beating
You stand naked
Face to face with your ghost
One final supper,
One final losing card
In a foreign,
Smooth and reassuring game.
And there,
Before the horrid depths
Of your
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Literature
Armonii pagane
Dormea înghiţit de noapte satul
La umbra lui, stâlcita siluetă
            Scrijelea visul unei târzii jivine,
Trecător tăcut spre ploaia măruntă de toamnă
La marginea patului,
            O bătrână-şi cheamă copiii.
            Doi ochi scârţâind umil in orbite.
            Prin geam, fantoma unui câine aşteptându-şi stăpânul
Circul a sosit. Tot noaptea,
Dar numai cei somnanbuli mai aplaudau mecanic
Închipuirea unui număr de acrobaţie,
Căci Circul nu mai era demult şi zilele curgeau
            Neobservate catre amnezie.
Dormea înghiţit d
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Literature
Bells and butterflies
"I want to sing to you/ A song of bells and butterflies", I said
And she turned her head and smiled – My butterflies are dead
Or drowned along this young maid's dress, this tailored body slumbers in
"I want to sing to you this pretty mess" I said, "But they keep rushing in
With god-fearing daggers to feast upon the cries
of the unwanted ones"
She smiled again, "Come, dance with me tonight"
                                                                                    "Tomorrow I'll be gone"
"I want to sing to you", I used to say … those murky nights in cheap
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Literature
Experiment
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„ S-a terminat" se auzi vocea lui, ca de nicăieri, „ m-am săturat de jocurile tale, m-am săturat sa mă iau dupa gura ta că poate-poate într-un final am să înţeleg şi eu ceva, de acum, eu decid".
Ipocrit cititor, seamănul meu, frate(da, da, ştiu, nu-mi aparţine), dacă acel timbru vocal nu ar fi fost clar masculin aş fi putut jura că sunt bântuit de fantoma vreunei dame  deranjate vizibil de suita mea de rocade sentimentale sau de careurile de asi şutate mai mult în porţile vecinilor, decât in poarta ei( deşi îi explicasem de nenumarate ori ca auto-golgheterii riscă un destin tragic). Dar nu, era amicul meu, acompaniat de un alt amic de-al  lui, de calibru 12, cam prafuit şi cu riduri, după opinia mea, dar, nah, gusturile nu se discută. Dacă nu ar fi fost atat de convingător, mai mult ca sigur aş fi fă
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Literature
Letter to a an unknown former
"I am an arm of Your God"(Opium: Diary of a madwoman)
*
They say I can forgive
These arms lying empty before me,
The voice sealed shut,
Yours or mine...
They said you will return,
So I waited
With pages bleeding wide open
My story, don't you remember?
You used to love its broken bones inside me
When I was girl,
I lost my right arm
And then they came
And taught me
How to betray my angels
They said you will return
And so you did
Pale, empty and cold
Only but shadow of what you used to be
You smiled as if to remind yourself
Of who we were
A kiss. Long and hopeless
My dogs bit you that night,
Tore the flesh apart because it was lying
Only an empty sit between us
And our hanged shadows
...
You grew weary, love
"I am an arm of your God"
Crippled and bleeding
"My upper part is the fiery Sun"
Livid and hollow
Yet this is not me
But you
Because it is you, I have inside me
You never returned
Because you never went away
Since you were never here
It was only me...
You never listened
But stole, for
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Literature
Rastignirea lui Adam
Închide-mi, Doamne, hăului,
Urletul spart de ploi stâlcite de lanţuri
Şi geamătul surd scuipat pe obraz de femeie
Căci demult nu mai sunt cel ce visează,
De când visele îmi umblă desculţe
Pe drumul în care dezmăţul şi dezminţirea
Poart acelaşi chip
De când Tu ai adormit,
Adorm la umbra coastei mele
Şi zâmbetul
Şi ocara
...Adorm la umbra coasei mele...
Casei mele născute la capul
Neliniştei
Căci nu m-ai învăţat sa fiu orb
Şi surd
La cuvântul Tău
sau Al Lor
Îmi întind mâna acum
Spre lunarii ciorchini
Cu gust de pădure despicată
Şi visu-mi alene
Îşi poartă oasele zdrobite
În palme pe când mi se cicatrizează
Ţipătul femeilor stâlcite
De durerile facerii
Chipuri şterse,
Obraji biciuţi de-atâtea fericiri ratate
Şi mă întreb,
Tu nu le ve
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Literature
Hidden Portrait
The hidden portrait
Hope – a fleeting choir of barren angels
         Upon my the garden where I laid
         My final thorns or thoughts unsaid
         A crooked ghost of an young Abel
        The day when my glass whispers fled...
Hope – In, oh, my burning madness, thee I wed...
Enough! No more these hands can bear,
The echoes of my longing, olden,
Alone with olden books, and olden chairs
And remnants of an ashen day once golden
Wilst thou kiss me before thine flesh I tear?
Enough! Oh, nay...
      [This perfumed coffin has sealed you(r) love beholden!]
Lover – embrace these words undone
Embrace from my embrace they didst yet blossom
The wretched daughter of a reaving Sun
I carved my dreams upon this heart unwholesome
Sleep little girl, all wrapped into nights unsun
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Literature
Soliloquy - riverside echo
In all the dreams my searing wounds have grown
Flesh from my flesh, cry from cry
There was an echo of an august dawn
When her pale ghost took form before my very eyes
Upon the garden where I, these eerie seeds have sown
...these seeds that I now reap alone...
Her voice was like a sweet, but poisoned wine,
A dreaded liquor, only lovers cherished
And spilled voiceful drops upon their numb decline
Alas, yet  how did their armies have perished
Now only echoes haunt their wretched shrines
And  echoes only, so calm and painfully do bury
Their cries...faded entwined...
"Hush" she whispered and took me by the hand
Into the lighthouse where our memories
Could rise cathedrals from the frantic sea
(For poets to harbor their blissful agony,
For us to cheat our hollow, bitter end)
[Whose ugly ghost, alas, would not cheat me]
Into that lighthouse now, on bended knees
Only my barren angel stands...

"Tis time", I heard a voice, out of dark
A voice I knew only so long ago
Be
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Literature
The Maiden and the silent rive
She painted sunsets yet unborn
Flesh from her flesh, cries from her cry
An obscured fading muse, upon a pale July
Wherein she healed her frail spells now torn
Wherein ever so silently she faked a smile
There was a lighthouse, just few dreams away
Where she would meet the ones she used to love
And for a night would wander the mysteries of May
But may this bring solace to such a deepened woe
She nod her head, alone, haunted by dismay.
She nodded and the angels walked away...
Where they have gone? In all my rooms forlorn
I cannot gaze, nor can this bottomless well
Unveil the fiendish wicked nature nature of the spell
I carry for aeons and aeons alone
Are not enough to bear witness the havoc, the scorn
The wounds rotting deeper in my murmured farewell
Farewell, cried my heart, a cry cast in stone
She walked to the lighthouse again that midnight,
Not for her love(r)s, her passions, her dreams
But to unveil the curse that sheltered within
So painful and wicked no human bore sight
She painted
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Ultima noapte de dragoste, prima noapte de poker
Ultima noapte de dragoste, prima noapte de poker
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S-au cunoscut întâmplător cu patru ani urmă, ea prefaţând o carieră juranlistica de succes, el schiţând un straniu, dar prietenos comportament, ea rezervată că un g3 în deschidere, el dalinist ca un h5, ea full de aşi cu dame, el chintă spartă, ea irish cofee, el tequilla sunrise, ocazional câte un pasager indiscret, ea 6-6 poartă-n casă şi casă la capătul nopţii, cu alte cuvinte un meci indecis, indecisiv, ca o incizie repetată-n gând, pendulând între ritmuri de salsa şi santa sangre. Acestea fiind spuse ca itnre cei doi mereu a existat un semn de întrebare, camuflat de o prietenie care juca mai mult rol de detectiv sub acoperire. Nu s-au sărutat niciodată(uneori mai jucau rol de iubiţi, dar numai de dragul teatrului), nici măcar în gând, deşi instinc
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Literature
4:13
My sullen angel lays asleep
Play with the Lord my seeds to reap
If I fly before they (a)wake
Lay with the Lord, my walls to break
*
Could it be that springs blossom
Broken words and murmurs
Before bare naked cathedrals
It rained milk
Said the Woman
Or fetuses en-clasped,
Thought by thought
thorn after thorn
To nail the mother surrogate
The Ace of Fates
Can't breed
Such a seemiotic betrayal
None could have a blind priest
Not melt his hand
Unto the nectar
Of frail if lightheaded whispers
Lay with me said the old-man
An actor whose role
So vile and deliricious
That even nones adworned
't was a plaguewright the wise men said
Only the wisdom hid in benighted
"Coeur Y d'or"-s
In a tale, there is no real end
Only dead-end for frail minds alike
Or spiking confusion amindst
Common words
Death may only mimic itself
Like some beggarthief
Open the closet, mortal,
Death only left a note!
Wrong Vacantion
[God myth reversed]
Lay with me, said the young man
To the girl laying -ever so ghostly - on the
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Literature
Fine Degli Amori Del Mostro
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Adormi, alungă-ţi măcar pentru o noapte
Zgomotul de oase zdrobite,
Arcuieşte-ţi graţios ţipătul
Peretelui crăpat
Căci ei nu aud -
E noapte,
Şi noaptea nu au suflet,
L-au vândut morţii pentru o clipă de linişte
Adormi,
Pictează-mi pe trup
Amurguzl suspinului tău surd
Căci ei nu văd -
E noapte şi-n noapte nu ne pot vedea
Căci noaptea e a noastră
Adormi,
Culege-mi florile
Din şanţurile săpate-n inimă
Căci orb am fost
Când grădina mi-am veştejit-o
Să nu mi mai aud ţipătul sugrumat
Adormi
Şi nu te mai uita în urmă
Nu sunt frumoşi,
E numai copilul din tine
Jucându-se cu acuarele
Peste râurile secatuite de păcate
Adormi,
Şi lasă-mă aici,
Căci ochii imi sunt arşi -
Eu nu îţi merit paşii
Când sub zâmbet
Ca sub coasă, îmi sta ascunsă
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Literature
2011
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[5 mm of w borroughs]
"Come, friends, let us celebrate the last betrayal of the greatest of human dreams"
Aslumbered, the oak
Engulfed by memories
The last man standing before his throne
                              Before him torn
Lieth Alice and the seven dwarves
Hounded by rabbit-headed nightmares
Color my madness in psilocybe dreams
In the wake of 
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Literature
Fotografii II: La femme seule
La famme seule
      Se aseza pe scaun, privind cum trec pe langa ea secundele, era tarziu, dar nu putea sa doarma, soaptele zilelelor ce au trecut ii strapungeau carnea si fantoma lui parea atat de reala, acolo in mijlocul camerei, incat aproape ca ii putea vorbi. Reaceala ce i se ascunse in oase o inspaimanta, la fel si gandul ca nu ar mai putea fi niciodata la fel. Fantoma lui se apropia usor – nu, nu o vedea, dar o putea simti sufocandu-i orice simt – o privea parca aruncand foile goale de pe masa, o vedea lipindu-se de perete schitand o privire disperata ca si cand o entitate nemarginit de inspaimantatoare se pregati sa o incolteasca – ii placea asta, ii placea acel pericol din care aproape ca putea musca, intr-un mod barbar si senzual in acelasi timp – dar era numai vinul din pahar, sec si searbad... Fantoma era langa ea, ii putea simti respiratia invadandu-i porii – ca niste rani deschise – dar prin figura ei vedea o pr
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Fotografii I
Am visat o hidra noaptea trecuta, atarnata de un cer ruginit...atarnate toate cele opt capete, opt oglinzi prin care vedeam opt unghere ascunse ale sufletului. Eram singur la capatul acelei ore, gandind ca as putea sa o iau de la inceput, gandind ca acela era numai un vis din care ma voi trezi, si in cateva clipe voi uita tot, dar nu puteam...voiam prins sa raman, caci daca era un lucru intr-atat de dureros incat sa devina insuportabil era tocmai acea uitare: la ce bun sa suferi, la ce bun sa fii fericit, daca in final vei uita. Imi priveam neputinta precum otrava din capatul seringii, voiam sa imi tin ochii inchisi cu orice pret, voiam sa se poata muri in vis, macar sa imi asum o infrangere decat sa continui in nestire o lupta pierduta, caci atunci cand ma voi trezi...va fi altceva
Eram singura la capatul prapastiei, langa mine, pruncul secerat de coasa materna. Simteam cum noaptea mi se strecura printre pulsatiile inimii, simteam gerul suveran, ca un sarut de adio, din partea unei cr
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Literature
Something irish
Ahoy, stranger! From sinagog(ue)s you came
Or lingered thou towards this lonely misfit's night
And lovely to the bone as weentorn chills and frights
Come...riverrun downwards this – oh - bottomless cry
Where only smoke and ashes do silently reign
Ill-fated sin(an)gers speak
Of deaf verses
Only failed muses could wither
Away
In the hour on the Unforesung
Come, drink, said my shadow
Punished and
Forced into a polar night
Of oblivion(e?)
My better half or my hatter dwarf?
What wilst thou, Alice
Before they show you
Your rabbit-headed army engulfed
By this promethean scream
Lieth he who broght fire
so that man could burn
his In[sides?]
not just warm them?
Or lieth Lilith before little
apple-shaped fetuses
As she revealed the horrors of the homecoming?
For only flesh carved unto this vessel
Such a scornful muttering
Ahoy, stranger! Bring forth ye shadow
Or blow ye horns
In chess
To what good is to mate
A runaway king?
Is it to a better dawn
To seize a runaway moment?
The puppet-god
The
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Si vă urăsc intr-atat cat vă urati şi voi fata infundată in colţul de oglindă
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Număr crucile de pe drum.
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Soarele după nori s-a ascuns ca un proscris.
Târăsc râme pe genunchi într-o rugăciune silabisită;
Măceşii zgârie dureri ante-mortem
Şi vântul sugrumă tăcerea porţilor de fier
Într-un zbucium de bocitoare,
Intens şi dintr-odată stingher.
Cu toamna tot mai departe fug
Când visele mi le înstrăinezi în pâclă, în densă uitare confuză...  
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Sau pur şi simplu le fură-,
Când ochii se-nchid pentru totdeauna
Şi n-or să mai vegheze în port
Venirea mareei sub luna nebună.
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noirsacre Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2010
multumim pentru apreciere.
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Dina-bv Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2007
multumesc frumos :sun::aww:
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drewchamber Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2007
Many thanks for the:+fav:!
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PoisonPurple21 Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2007
amazing! i like ur poetry :)
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cherryblosssom Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2007
lol
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cherryblosssom Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2007
(smiling) youíre not funny at all. Look what youíre doing to me. You leave me and you donít tell me anything. You let me be that small and helpless ... like a child, to worry if. no.. no.. I must not think about all this. You spoiled child, when did I leave and not come back? You wonít get rid of me so easily. I love haunting you, so please pray for me not to die before you.
(laughing) You little bastard!
Little shrew! Letís go to bed, weíll talk about what you did after. Did you bring some sleeping pills?
Donít be silly!.. Good night!
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Lordlix Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2007  Hobbyist Writer
salve colegu ... de pix sau tastatura depinde :)
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Lady-Willow Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2006
thanks for watching.. :)
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