Persephone Poems

  I felt you craved for fear. As your masochistic soul Was swallowing observers, Sometimes in one piece, All down the abyssal throat Of conscience. Locked in motion, Ruled by sinister symphonies, The symptoms of aliveness, Concrete like the Wallace line, Blink so fast Only the pure thought Escapes.

  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 its avidious hack, And focused on finding the exit Crawl back in its comfortable lap. I leap through the chosen scenarios With dreams training seeds to grow dreams It is what it is and that's it What wires by the wild, loves by whims.

  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.