no releasEim comin back as drastic as a relapse attack of a bad 'have to have it' habit
you can't escape the fact that you can't shake it and thats the power of its magic
changin the earth up in this piece isnt worth the stress if there is to be no release
and loudmouths blabbering with their hands out is no reason for me to aim to please
so this shit MUST cease....... i live to believe that something has got to give
i'm convinced the definition directly relates to whether or not it is intuitive
but in its truest sense, there exists no questioning at all of any of this
and thats why i dont defend myself when it comes to any of this
the moral implications of hittin the floor will shake up the picture with more complex complications than ever before
you can not ignore the fact when it's in your face and you step back and then brace for impact cuz you taste it
its bitter, the burn of harsh reality vs. shards of broken fantasies will hardly bring back what is actually happening...
Silk dustLike two empty shadows,Silk dust in Free Verse More Like This
We awoke in the middle
Of soul's night.
Dress our nakedness
Sprinkle with silk dust.
The death entagled gentle
In bats delicate flying,
And we ask...
And we see...
And we love.
TomorrowTomorrow I prepare to go out of your life.Tomorrow in Short Stories More Like This
I'm looking deep into your bright and dark iris and I see the page of unfinished story. I wonder if tomorrow is a day, or just a conspiracy of the universe?
My smile it's so telluric and my heart catch roots in a tomorrow which is abandoned in the arms of eternity.
-I love you...
Unequal whispers, or just an old cliche in the footsteps of a tango dance, so famous that it never try to keep in mind it's name?
Echoing, pain and flowers.
Reality, or merely a phantom atypical of a time stuck in a color of forgetfulness?
Questions and devotion, silence and obsolescence.
-Tomorrow is your birthday...
Tomorrow is a day just like any other days!
Four seasons, game, shyness and much dust.
I closed my eyesI've opened my eyes and I saw the mask of my tears.I closed my eyes in Academic Essays More Like This
Brilliant sin of broken hearts.
Lurid emptiness of silky thoughts.
Liquid loneliness of open minds.
Distance embrace of lost hopes.
Uncertainity of ghostlike dreams.
Burning passion of failed loves.
Fade perfume of deadly lies.
Tiresome waiting of unspoken words.
And White?... I did not see White!
I closed my eyes and I saw only white...
Astonishing, deep, pure WHITE of all lives.
MonologueI want to ask you a question:Monologue in Erotic More Like This
- Do you know what LOVE is?
Your silence is very enlightening...
- Do you want to know?
Your silence is very touching...
Love is our most near at hand sublime.
We argue with..., we conciliate with..., we annoyed with..., we talk with..., we dance with ..., we dream with...,we suffer with..., we admonish with..., we walk with..., we enjoy with ..., we tell... how much we love , we live with... and most of all, we die without...!
I am not surprised that such a common thing is so ignored.
Your silence is very deafening...
I have to go now!
- Did you said something?.
I'm very sorry, my love, is too late, I can't hear you anymore.
Eternity Comes Only OnceEternity Comes Only Once in Free Verse More Like This
...In a dream of eternal youth
with beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,
dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selena
in a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;
...In that unique poem when love
shines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,
weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobweb
in a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;
...In a cold afternoon of December
with memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,
melting everlasting snows that floods the time,
paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;
....In the black hole of a single moment,
with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,
Waltz with the time between seconds,
Eternity comes only once...
Threads of SandI look around me dressed in your dream's clothes.Threads of Sand in Short Stories More Like This
Petrify I admire their color -a deep, deep brown.
Like in a wonderful waltz, trembling threads of sand from my hour glass heart and Sol clef, invite me to dance.
Two rebellious tears, dash into a corner of a whisper and thought fly easily touching the pollen of a lady without regrets.
Am I dreaming!
A star is extinguished in her immortality and all my life is caught in a trail of a
Did I fall!
Hypnotized, I try to understand the secret words trap into a coffee grounds.
We drink this coffee in one morning from another life!
Who am I?
If your answer is a smile, there's no answer at all!
Where am I?
Dazed, an ultimate thread of sand, tell me:
- Where the walls love you.
Between Past and Future My little darling,Between Past and Future in Letters More Like This
Yesterday I saw you in the mirror!
You were so angry that you're not growing-up faster, that you are so dependent on your family, that you don't know how love blossoms.
You were playing with sad words, trying to write a poem, to tell the world who you are and what you feel.
For a moment, I was tempted to smile, but suddenly I've realized how much I miss you and how much I want to be possible to meet you, even for a second, in the time carousel.
There are so many things I want to tell you!
I want you to know, that it was a day when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes the smile of that child who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished in my grandfather's photo.
One minute later, I grow-up...
It was a day, when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes that beautiful teenager, full of joy and happiness, who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished
bLindThe wind carries meaning. As it picks up, reach your branches into it. Let it's force cause you to sway. Shed your dead leaves until there is nothing left. Keep rising up into the sky, and keep digging those roots deeper. Float on a sea of whatever it is that it may be, flying so free, in your mind completely blind to see the sight of things...bLind in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Some people swerve through life wearing thin spots into their souls while trying to suck the souls out of others. Eventually, this will rest on their conscience. The rest of the world will look like an angry mob coming for them. If you gamble with the devil, you will lose every time.
Careless souls suffer. Whether it be a sign of a new day or just a passage of time, what you harness has the ability to pick things up, to possess your soul with light. So is the plight of the being.
Why i don't write in penciLi write my words like i say my wordsWhy i don't write in penciL in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with ink so they leave a permanent mark
never to be erased and replaced, turning my message to waste
this way, i make sure i'm making myself heard
and i'm making sure my name won't be slurred
cuz one thing i've learned
is you can flap your wings all you want
but you can't fly if you are a flightless bird
that's why i fall silently, at night, unheard
swervin' with the stars and chasin' the moon under
cruisin' so far just for the sake of pure wonder
but please don't mistake me for thunder
my words are just electrified
slicin' through the sky like lightning
rhyming so sly it's almost frightening
but mostly, this is what i think:
words seem to carry more weight
with the distinct boldness that ink brings...
i crashthere is no justicei crash in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i learned that from the aftermath
life passes by in a flash no matter
how you dance this sacred dance
trippin' over these two left feet
thinkin' over and over again about
how i tend to lose certain things
i think the world must be evil
takin' away the things that matter the most
and denying me anything real
whats the fucking deal
like tsunami waves
and if you look into my face
not just at it
you will see genuine panic
one more drastiC upheaval to add
to the rest i can't handle
leaving me burnt out like a candle
its so dark and i'm blind, its not right
.... to be continued...?
one letteR-choose your words slyly, cuz it's whatever.one letteR in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it's one letter and it's better than never.
second-guessin' expressions can go on forever,
but only the clever can hold up in this endeavor....
-and if you cant handle the weather,
if you cant remember the rain bein' wetter,
drippin' onto the windows longer than
God meant for Mother Earth when he blessed her,
-just relax and sit back... first, reflect on some thinGs.
matter of fact, take a nap, get a restful nights sleep.
(thinking right completely blindsides when sleeping,
see, leading to discreetly finding real meaning....)
-common misconceptions aren't always the best to get;
if you can't follow the definition, don't swallow the rest of it.
the words will get hotter with the fire your confusion lit,
*but the burn doesn't bother if it was right to begin with... ←
Absence of Soundso much can be said when so little is spokenAbsence of Sound in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you scream in my ears with your silent emotion
chokin' on the words swervin' back down into my gut
open the mouth to remove all doubt and the air gets cut
when i reflected back on the thought all i got was static
but saying too much can be tragic; silence is less problematic
automatically we assume the worst of thinGs.....
never realizing the unnecessary nervousness this brings
sure that we heard some things in the absence of sound
but venturing into that void will guarantee
you will never be found--
LeaveSHollowed out trees in your livesLeaveS in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you used to breathe
with blue skyz in your eyes
and no time to afford a disguise
you'd start to stop me
then rewind to go back
now, i doubt you see
to find where you're all at
Now your skyz are all black
you're barely even a shadow
your castle has crumbled
you hold your breath, a battle
and now you wander...
lost, for good.
Concern for the same old...it happens as it always happensConcern for the same old... in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
meanwhile, the drastic double-back
they can't see where they are going
with no light, so they darkstep...
but if there is trouble in paradise
it's a major concern--
we all love sunny days
but everyone hates a sunburn...
it's the way they crash n' burn
that makes their face taste the
rugburn in a way that they make
sure no one else gets hurt...
and the shallow will pull you under,
so deep... take my word for it...
3swerveSthat which comes from the mind3swerveS in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
does not adhere to concepts of time-
this space cannot be replaced by
any amount of days gone to waste-
but does something cease to exist
simply because it cannot be defined?
or does lack of definition give it
meaning by nature of it's design?
when i get to the top,
i'mma breathe all the air for you-
i'mma scatter clouds, and
i'mma make the sky more blue-
those things that are not right
i'mma fight to make them true-
it's a fight just to make it through somehow,
but now, here's to all the things i gotta do....
i saw you speakin' lies
with all the other less-than-distant types
seeking out their own demise
but these aren't just troubled times, (right?)
i'm just blind
i can't see when it's "storytime"
so i spite my mind to tighten up my spine
perfectly stiLLstoodperfectly stiLL in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
seek the thrill
the shriek of the static
peeking through the fabric of
the interesting and automatic
rise, and break
back to safety
just a minute too late
embrace the impact
that brought shambles
seemingly innocent things
or if you can act it
succumb to the needs
like the last step you took
Things We Need To Curbit's the breeze of the wind of your wordsThings We Need To Curb in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that makes me freeze when i insist to burn
my speech slips and i squirm, i feel sick,
despite this, i need to administer the cure
not sure if the verbal state is declining
or if the meaning is pure/come find me/
i know this cuz in my dreams
these are the things i heard
it's like these are the things
we mean to curb................
caught in the things we need to burn
Always with me,always with youTe-aş fi cunoscut pe Satriani,Always with me,always with you in Free Verse More Like This
Am fi-ncercat mâncare chinezească,
Iaurt în care să suflăm
Pentru că da, iubirea trece şi prin stomac.
"Şi, ce-ţi mai fac fluturii?"
Mi-ai zâmbi în felul ăla numai al tău.
Toate femeile ar zâmbi (în felul ăla numai al lor)
La poveştile despre fluturi.
Ai fost vreodată la un bal?!
Nu,tu nu puteai fi cenuşăreasa.
Mă tot gândesc de câteva luni şi nu,
Nu te-aş putea ascunde în nicio poveste pentru copii.
Poate pentru că el a plecat.
Poate pentru că tu ai plecat.
Poate pentru că ştiu că cel puţin tu, îl mai cauţi.
Pentru că îţi plac păcatele.
Carouri si culoriCarouri şi culoriCarouri si culori in Free Verse More Like This
Mă sperii tot mai des şi-mi torn în cănile
Crăpate dor din tot trecutul meu.
Somnul va fi atât de lung,
Încât nimic din mână ei, nimic din ura mea..
Dacă ne vom pierde pe mare,
Ştii, insulele-s pustii tot mai des
Şi tot mai multe-s plânsete.
Copiii - scâncete-n condei
Ţin să mă ţină ca pe un nebun.
Cămăşile de forţă-au nasturi,
Iubirile au plasturi,
Că le-am lovit.
Ai nişte vreascuri?
N-ai nevoie de martori.
Faci salturi mortale pentru ele,
Te-nţeleg, că stelele se văd şi dincolo de nori.
Şi sutele de vieţi se văd şi dincolo de noi.
Suflete vechi desfaci şi crezi că faci un
GalopI-am spus, eu nu sărut,Galop in Free Verse More Like This
Ca nu cumva aşa să-mi scape-n alte guri
Cuvintele ce-mi sunt atât de dragi,
Cuvintele pe care numai eu ştiu să le mânuiesc.
Eu nu sărut ca nu cumva iubirile
Să-mi scape-n alte guri ce se deschid bolnăvicios.
Eu scot doar porumbei din ochiul meu
Ce mor, însă, căzând.
Nu-mi cresc perechi de aripi, nu mai vine, Dumnezeu
Se leapădă de mine.
Tropot şi Galop,
Fumuri şi poteci pe care le poţi trece doar în gând.
Mă-ntreaba "Până când?"
Nu îi răspund.
Trec încă praguri agăţate în tavan
Şi mă reped la gâturile lor.
O frunză-n vântul unui anotimp atât de nou
O luptă câştigată...
Azi te las...Te las în grija florilor de mai,Azi te las... in Free Verse More Like This
Te las în soare să te duci la ei,
Te las din lanţurile lui Sisif,
Căci de azi, mi-eşti femeie.
În grijile pământului am să te las,
El creşte şi pe cei mai cruzi şi laşi.
Acum va crede iar într-un sfârşit,
Când secetă îl va brazda.
Astfel cu tine, ştii, va fi ca nou,
Şi plante noi, stufoase vor zări,
Locuitori la fel de noi,
Ce-ţi mulţumi-vor zi de zi.
Te las în grija florilor, sub curcubeu,
Aste culori te-au întărit mereu.
Te las şi eu şi toţi cei dinaintea mea,
S-ajungi la unicul tău zeu.
Alte poteci te vor întoarce tot aici;
Te voi lăsa din nou
Până când voi, ca doi copii cuminţi,
Va veţi găsi şi veţ
In memoria iubitelor mele...În memoria iubitelor mele...viitoareIn memoria iubitelor mele... in Free Verse More Like This
Ar trebui să ştiţi, dintr-o raţiune care-mi scapă,
Îi semănaţi sau ea
Seamănă tot mai mult cu voi.
Ştiţi povestea picăturilor ce au fost uitate de zâmbet?
Amănuntele constituiau jocul nostru prefrat, pe care, însă,
Nu ni s-a mai dat niciun brevet.
Pe ce punem pariu că n-o să te ridici?
Şi am rămas fără să-ntreb.
Şi dacă ne vom arunca acum,
Ne mai rămân, cam câte vieţi?
Numărătoarea o pierdeam mereu,
Noroc c-aveam câte un carneţel în care ne notam
Tot câte-o moarte ce ne-ntâmpina
Cu foi de rouă tremurând.
Le alegeam pe loc de multe ori,
Sau, alteori, ne orientam după un calendar
Cu câţiva ani mai vechi.
La pas -poemul erotic II-Vara călcăm cu vârful degetelor moi,La pas -poemul erotic II- in Free Verse More Like This
Noi teritorii, dezbrăcaţi,
De frica umbrelor şi de păcatul învăţat.
Vara călcăm asfaltul ars
Cu vrednice călcâie, fără slăbiciuni.
Călcăm în ape dulci şi în tăciuni.
Tot drumul, ştim, va lua sfârşit
Sau chiar sfârşitul îl va lua pe el,
Dar nu cunoaştem vreun regret.
Închidem ochii şi-am zburat.
Ne vom trezi, probabil, separat,
Zâmbind fără-nţeles la malul mării...
Pentru doi...te-am lăsat, dar surâzând.Pentru doi... in Free Verse More Like This
cu un ochi închis,
cu tâmplele tăcând,
cu flori în păr...
te-am lăsat, crezând c-o să mă cauţi -
în păduri guvernate de toamnă,
în colţurile împânzite de ochi
vrem să fim guvernatori ai oraşului de sub noi.
vrem ploile să le oprim.
vrem jocuri cu jetoane.
vrem să greşim...
văd şi azi trăsura aceea,
on puhoi de umbrele plângând.
o ultimă privire,
o zi cât toate morţile de pe pământ.
că-n somn de veci ne prăbuşim
şi inimile noastre...
Alexandrei si...Alexandrei şi lui Tudor.Alexandrei si... in Free Verse More Like This
Vor fi trecut doi, trei, poate cinci ani,
Atunci când, în drumul meu spre casă (spre casa mea cea nouă!)
Te voi găsi pe asfaltul îngheţat,
Răsuflând numai printr-o porţiune, -de sus, atât de greu de sesizat-,
Cea acoperită de trupul tău.
Un trup de femeie cu responsibilitati.
Linia spre dreaptă de pe gâtul tău, de exemplu,
Arată că nu-ţi mai lipeşti bileţele pe frigider,
Că nu mai cumperi nimic de la magazinul de-alături,
Că ieşi prea rar...
Un suflet de copil uitat în provincie
La nişte bunici ce s-au ales, după voia lor,
Cu-n mic Alzheimer
Şi-o moştenire greu de gospodărit.
Ai în îngrijire un animal de casă.
Despre moarteFeţe de pernă stingDespre moarte in Free Verse More Like This
Focul lăsat aprins
Într-una din odăile mai vechi.
Ea cântă din vioară.
Păsări se scutură de vânt,
Copaci se rup
Şi nou-născuţi cuibul refuză.
Ea cântă din vioară.
Războaie se pornesc
Pentru o cauză ce
Demult nu mai respiră prin culori.
Ea cântă din vioară.
Un ultim gest săruta fruntea goală.
Aşa cum ieri a fost ca azi,
Aşa cum totul pare într-o doară,
Mâinile-o dor, nu spune nimănui.
Se ştiu atât de puţine
Lucruri despre moarte,
Ca şi cum ea
Ar locui undeva
În capul nostru.
Şi totuşi se ştiu
Atât de puţine lucruri
AcheIt comes and goesAche in Free Verse More Like This
like an unwelcome houseguest,
leaving me with messes I don't need,
and it never shuts the door
to keep the cold out.
I tried shutting off the lights
and closing the blinds,
twisting the key in the padlock
and boarding the windows,
but as long as light can
seep through the cracks,
this shadow will follow
and dig its fingers into my shoulders.
I bruise easily, it knows,
and it revels in watching
me shift in discomfort
while it grips me.
Like a ghost,
it won't let go.
Burning HeartWe built a beautiful pyre,Burning Heart in Free Verse More Like This
and in my heart,
I'm holding your hand as it burns.
The sparks could become the stars,
jewels in Orion's belt.
I'd lace my fingers through yours
in a final act of faith
while we stare down the smoke
cradling the moon,
and each piece of kindling
that crumbles in on itself
leaves me a little less broken.
The light flickers,
so do the corners of your lips.
We needed this.
SeparateYou are on the opposite sideSeparate in Free Verse More Like This
of this window.
Press your palm against the pane,
The heat of our fingers will
fog the glass,
and in this mist we create,
we will finally meet.
HeavyWhen you let me goHeavy in Free Verse More Like This
by the side of the road,
please remember the string
that you tied to my soul.
I'm the balloon you inflated
just to let go;
the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Why'd you have to cut this
the thin wire trailing
from my heartbeat to yours?
Remember the science of
the desolate sky,
because the night is too cold
and I'm sinking so slowly down.
Nevermind the WinterTrack the robins through the cloud-cover,Nevermind the Winter in Free Verse More Like This
and tell me where they're going.
Would you follow them?
Spring rests in their talons,
and I reach for it.
I rise like the crocus,
glowing like an afternoon
of laying in the daffodils.
Find my footprints in the April mud,
because I am hope
and I follow the robin.
A Slower Way to DrownCry me an ocean crashing,A Slower Way to Drown in Free Verse More Like This
its sultry blues rolling.
I am tumbling through the deep,
and I've forgotten I can't breathe.
Salt in my lungs, rattling.
I am buried up to my neck,
my head facing the tides that
come whispering in.
SleeplessBack pressed against the wall,Sleepless in Free Verse More Like This
I stare into three o'clock nothings.
Left with watered-down thoughts,
exhausted, mumbled musings,
I have little more to do than
mutter myself down from
whatever fight I'm losing against myself
as the stars grow all the dimmer.
What about sleepless exhaustion
destroys the barrier between
stream of consciousness and the
Under the WeatherMy soul feels waterlogged today,Under the Weather in Free Verse More Like This
and my hands aren't strong enough
to wring it out.
I need to walk in the wind
under the noontime warmth,
but it's cold outside
I guess today I have to
play the role of the overcast sky
and hang low until graced with the sun.
The Last SunsetMy broken shadow stumbled onThe Last Sunset in Free Verse More Like This
and left me dragging like the sun.
The twisted branches snagged the sky...
how skeletal, their fingers stretching.
The earth I knew choked on the last
of yesterday's dried and cracking dreams,
now I am stumbling through the dust
chasing my spirit through withered leaves.
What Did I Do to Make You Leave?Part of my love will remainWhat Did I Do to Make You Leave? in Free Verse More Like This
like the family dog by its home,
Mournful eyes trained on the door,
its tail thumps at every movement
that could speak to hope--
the silent prayer that it was not left,
surely not sentenced to
being utterly unwanted.
If its eyes could water, spill over in sorrow,
The floor is cold in the lonely dark,
and the shadows of the moon
bring painful memories to the deserted;
an echo of warmth that once was known.
With a tired whine that stirs the dust,
it settles into half-hallucinations that
the branches pawing at the window are keys in a lock,
and it aches to be remembered and reclaimed.
It struggles to realize that
in the eyes of its owners old,
it outgrew their love and was
no longer wanted.
No amount of howling will bring them back.
From Within the ThunderstormI was walking,From Within the Thunderstorm in Free Verse More Like This
in the rain,
ignored by all,
I timed my steps
with the drops,
as they fell against
I was watching
to step in all the puddles,
waters muddied, pure
I did not notice
then, you standing.
And then I bumped
You were just standing
in the rain, head aloft
water beating on your face,
your makeup turning soft
I smiled as
I looked up
and then cried
as I woke up.
DeadDead, boys,Dead in Free Verse More Like This
all of them.
All of them are dead.
Their bodies broken
No words spoken,
for all of them are dead.
The line broke,
that's what they said,
the gas line broke, boys
so all of them are dead.
That far deep,
was no escape,
how it goes, boys.
Afraid that's how it goes.
So, bury 'em up, boys,
and mourn them now,
for tomorrow we strike again,
no sense in slowing down
So, suck it up,
and muck it out,
And forget that they are dead, boys
Forget that they are dead.
ImperfectionI may not be the perfect person,Imperfection in Free Verse More Like This
though I oft pretend I am
I know this in my heart.
I am not a perfect person,
Oh, where to start?
I have lied and swindled,
cheated (only once)
been a straight up bastard
I am not a perfect person
because being evil isn't hard
It isn't hard to just give in
and do exactly what you want.
But I have learned to reign it in
I am not a perfect person,
A few years back, I began again.
Since then I have been kindly,
forgiving to a fault
loyal to a Tee
I am not a perfect person,
but I could be, if I found someone
to love me.
Renegade HopefulTry you not to guide my handRenegade Hopeful in Free Verse More Like This
I am not a puppet to command!
My desires are my own, not yours
Why do I sit and take it?
I do not wish to feel this way
Please, remove your spell
please break it!
I try to keep my feelings true
yet my decisions all come back to you.
You have sucked me dry
and left me here to rot
and yet I always wait for you,
it seems I am rooted to the spot
I am tired of your leash,
You've shackled me,
and not much of me remains.
SecretsWhy my friend,Secrets in Free Verse More Like This
why do you cry?
Why the wetness
in those pretty eyes?
If I could,
I'd wipe them dry
Wipe dry those red-ringed eyes.
Why my friend,
are you betrayed?
Who has from the
right way strayed?
If I could,
I'd set them straight
And change their crooked way.
Why my friend,
not open up?
I would listen, sure
let flow your cup
If you would,
I'd listen close
Listen so to raise you up.
So, my friend,
do you still cry?
And if you do,
please tell me why.
I cannot bear
to see such pain,
in one so full of life.
Your tears are clear
though, you sought to hide
Let not them tumble
from your eye.
If I could,
I'd wipe them dry
Wipe dry those pretty eyes.
EscapeCome with me,Escape in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
take my hand,
forget your every woe
And tell me, dear,
would you like to go?
Let us go to Wonderland,
perhaps to Xanadu,
the Shire's nice,
this time of year,
and Narnia is, too.
We'll see such wonders grand!
Perhaps into the past, Or future,
Take my hand.
Evening HymnFor hours now, the light has fledEvening Hymn in Free Verse More Like This
the cobwebs now have filled your head
tendrils of night invade your vision
as you prepare for rest.
So sleep, my sweet, and do not worry
and do not towards the morning hurry.
Just imagine I am there as well,
there your troubled thoughts to quell,
head upon your breast.
Let Us DanceI am not a dancer, true,Let Us Dance in Free Verse More Like This
I know this very well.
I remember everytime
I've tried, and failed
and every time I fell.
Let us dance.
I could sweep you across the dance floor,
twirling to the rhythm of the music
our feet tapping and sliding
seeking and hiding
your dress scraping the boards
as it flows down your legs
to your shoes
I am not a dancer.
I wish I were.
It is elegant,
so seemingly pure
There is more.
The bodies move and softly touch
contact is fleeting, if at all
ContagionIt's contagious!Contagion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Containment's been breached!
Secure all your loved ones,
keep them in reach!
For this disease is spreading,
and there is no cure!
Symptoms? Good luck
It comes without warning,
the earliest signs are your lips,
Beyond that, there is no prevention,
I am telling you: run!
Next come the seizures,
and the sounds from within
and finally, teeth,
in unhealthy grin!
Oh God! Oh no!
It is spreading!
I cannot contain it,
I cannot survive
I just ha can't ha stand it
ha ha at least I'm aliv-ha
ha ha haha ha
Here I DreamtHere I dreamt I was an ancientHere I Dreamt in Free Verse More Like This
bones as brittle as a seastar's
reaching grasping limbs
and as my eyesight failed
the wide world around me paled
and I saw a light
It was an aura
glittering, shimmering and sparkling
around your face and hair
O, how could I still despair
that you left me here?
And now my vision darkens,
while the light grows ever brighter
and as I feel the sun
I know that now my death's begun
but I feel no fear
Gradually, I was awoken
by a demon squawking near
And it was clear to me
I somehow had been freed
to live once more
And as my eyes adjusted
I came to realize
I'd not passed away.
But once more in to sleep
And I hoped my life to keep
in this waking dream
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way
Amar si Plumb .Amar si PlumbAmar si Plumb . in Surrealism More Like This
Mai jos de Bacovia
La Bodlaire raul
Isi pierde cheia,
In versuri de Jebeleanu,
In nisipuri de mult furate.
Lasam peste noapte
Tacerea sa plinga,
La maluiri precum Maria
Neantul infrint, sa-l infringa