Persephone Poems

  M-am gândit să îți împart Povestea stării, Ce-am gândit, În timp ce gândeam, Adică îmi spuneam eu mie. De fapt, așa a început... Funcționa, să spun așa, Mă sfătuiam, Și-așa făceam. Apoi, am dat să-ți spun și ție Precum trăisem, M-am gândit... La tine, Ca un fel de-avânt. Al treilea strat a fost, Prin gaura de iepure Căzând, De cum fugise însuși gândul, Mereu în freamăt; Rând pe rând, S-au conectat ideile, Provocându-se, În cursă, Sub observatorul meu. Nu m-am ferit, În urma gândului, Ca o fantomă Să umbresc, Și am ajuns la noi, Că e ceva râvnit, Profund, Și după multe ample straturi, Se-ntâmplă Pacea pe pământ. Pe mai departe, Cine știe?... Aleargă gândul, Rar îl prind, Dar când mă prind Pe unde umblă, Îl trag spre mine. Când mă vede, Se mișcă elegant, Discută, E invitat la cercuri sacre, Și tot încalecă pe vânt. Acu mi-a zis că mă alint, Că da, om fi totuna unul, Dar nu prea nimerim, Căci timpul, Și toate straturile, Așa...

  In atoms of multiple timelines I bury the hope, strongest seed, I suck at the tits of the universe The power to harness belief.  To walk in the loop as the fool Might source it's avidious hack, And focused on finding the exit Crawl back in it's comfortable lap. I leap through the chosen scenarios With dreams as the gates for smooth slide, I am all that is and that's it! The seed's sprouts - guides into the wild.

  What strange god in me Would be found by you? Say... you'll tame it too? Abyssal my sea, Only dark is true, But life's going through... There could always be All that there is new, Dropped from my old dew. I found what was free. No new god can do, No mind's state to coup, I stretch beyond thee In all shades of blue, This dream is a zoo... The madness you see My ship and my crew All gods hold on to.

  We couldn't find the caterpillar  Who taught the girl self-measuring, But one day, life turned into an oracle And reality revealed itself infinite. The moon rocked, The air turned into grace, The voices, Always soundless, Always wordless, The voices as the noise, Composed the constant interference, Of life jamming with life... We took notice Of passions and distractions, While reality always happened. The road to nowhere  Passes through somewhere. Of all the fences And all the wheels, We made beads And wore them devotionally, As stimulating feelings Ran in our veins. It never ended, Even though we prayed, It was a scar to start with, A clean cut, Such individuation, So much fun. Oh, frames of decadence, Four wings, All headless knights! The more we dissolve, More absolute the absolute... Our right to crave it Occurs only naturally, It's not belonging to us, All making over Is the game. Then, we forget about contours, We become fragrances  Of fractals, Where Nothing...

  The Moon saw herself in the mirror,  While down by the river, tonight,  Revealed that she hosts no fear,  Transparent, all pierced by sun's light.  "So strong!" she concluded embracing Herself and her dreamwoven shape,  "I carry his light ever glancing,  Enduring his passion and rape.  Consumed by his ancient forged flames,  I never remain all devoured,  Each phase that he paints leaves no stains,  I fill and I empty what's poured.  I cover old oceans and mountains,  I dance and I laugh with the night,  I bare human curse and devotions,  And bring them some light. "  Above mighty trees with cold streams,  In dunes where the scorpios mong,  She knows all is nothing but dreams,  Her nature by nature made strong.   

I saw the light And felt the darkness, The thread of life And its irregular vibration, The void that used to be used For scaring human hearts,  And understood its peace. I felt what I could feel And dreamed all my reality; No matter the scenario,  How far the causality,  The center of my universe  Is I.  Recurrent perception  Engages on my retina And only I can understand it.  After magic got alterated By mechanics of elements,  And the meaning got lost In the voluntary forgetting,  Only the cheesy playfulness  Managed to advance  On a path as thin as a blade With respect to both sides: Nothings and matters.  Experience the bitterness,  Craving the opposite tastes Or let it get known as it is.  The balance on the axis Of all our sensations aware Is no perceiving whatsover,  The silence of the void,  The sleep of nonexistence, Not aware of what to be felt.  I don't praise existence  More or less tha...