Persephone Poems

Thunders photograph The hills and the valley, The sun time is strong And the magic is brilliant, The skies open wide And the passage appears. Beyond is the Astral, Old mighty Neptune, The waters of extasy And the powers of dreams, Hanging lianas Of hopes, of ideals,  Mountains of fears,  Deep shade of the moon.  The depths are of eye sight,  While crawling inside,  The full empty vessel  Shall dance in the night.  And light is not stopped,  But filtered by windows,  As frames to pause flowing Till far away seasons.  The thunders rage freely And mark longest days,  What lays past the gate It's time and it's space. 

  It took me long Navigating utopic seas,  Picking the warrior of light shoes And giving them up For the mystical flying carpet, Walking as the monk With peace replacing  The tattoos of war,  Until it emerged,  Turned on as counterculture,  The freedom fighter.  Awakened by the thrill of the game,  It seemed my spirit was not willing to indulge In any ideology  Or common reality interests,  So I was quite surprised  To realize I would so fight  For my freedom to fight.  It sounds so reduced  A world just of order,  When we all can agree That without all Resonating frequencies,  There won't be an utopy; So that is not possible  In natural ways,  For each dances his own music With personal steps.  I'm free of desire  To make a world on my view To fit my ideals And harmonious too,  I dare to be me And I dare reality  To stay entropic And free. 

Melatonin triggers And dreams almost form,  Running with the river That sings near my hut.  The eagle today  Flew again on my skies With wide opened wings Surfing the winds.  In the midst of all  I forget I live I dream Like the living zombies By day, and by night.  The gap widens  And the observer kicks in  More often than ever; That's how I know How much I dream.  Lucid of how deep And how functional even,  The more I notice How demi-asleep,  The more I become Aware and awake.  By night I indulge In freedoms of dreams,  Lavish senzations,  While neurons fire  And wire In shapes of intricate frequencies, Elaborating infinity,  Than to hide it by day.  In the dreams of night There's no body To relate  Or be aware of.  But when I gaze Through curious eyes,  At stars above shinning,  Their blinking raptures me In an unknown state To an absolute peace Of not wondering if I'm awake....

  Visam, la marginea orașului,  În aburi de alee veche,  Când am surprins fugind Îngerul Original, Îmbătat cu apă rece Și pictat în culorile războiului. S-a oprit preț de o clipă  Și mi-a împărtășit virtutea sa: Se nimerise în credința  C-ar fi de bine să se lupte,  Pentru că binele învinge.  Trecând prin zile obosite,  De drame veșnic nesătule,  A priceput că n-are cine Sa-i vadă binele,  Doar sieși  Își poate azi cânta în strună,  Căci omu-i schimbător ca timpul Și diferit ca apa-n râu.  Mi-a spus: Tu ești cântarul vieții  Și-i invizibil ce măsori,  Nu știi să faci Bine sau rău,  Doar treci un râu,  Și ești alt om.  Mă duc acasă-acum,  Fu greu Să părăsesc divina pace; Mă-ntorc Chiar azi,  Mi-e dor să zbor.  N-am priceput de ce venise.  Compasiune poate Sau politică....  Bombănise ceva în delirul plecării,  În timp ce își abandona trupurile,  Dezbrăcând egourile,...

  Oh, the mountains,  The green scenery,  The scent of the forest,  The subterranean streams Running in my veins,  The noise of struggling matter,  As nature fornicates,  Where the body gives in And let's itself be swallowed In the mass of this three dimensional sphere.  The shadow of light  Is life manifesting And the arena most crowded with living Makes existence thrilling.  The pleasure of bare body Interacting with nature To purge and refresh,  To give the filth  To the all-receiving,  To feel your every step Affected by the ground,  To plunge in the small stream With confidence in its mud,  The luxury of the artistic gestures Of water carring  And body care,  May cherries blossom  With mesmerizing perfume Above and at my feet!

  While living life With time as a feeling As everchanging experience,  Sometimes slow paced Sometimes on fast forward; Every now and than  I have a breef awakened state When present ruling over the mind Makes the feeling of time vanish.  And it's so gone That I don't even notice How would it be To be trapped in it.  Colors and shapes Mix and loose their concepts,  Sounds of a thousand snakes Rise and occupy  The sensory stimulated perception And I stand alone Without the awareness of the layers,  Fuzzy in the center of the self. 

The bathtub boils With fire under, The river takes a detour To warm itself up Agreed to massage my body Purge my skin And my soul. Apas Akasha In a cold spring day,  With snowflakes pretenders And gothic hills  With skinny trees.  Behind the smudging atmosphere  The cat statue awaits  For the final repair To make her wear gold.  Time melts into itself And moments disappear,  Reality is unaware That space invented limits.  Searching for meaning Is same with giving it up,  Same boring as lucidity In the broken body Of a statue cat. 

Does it matter                             If it's war or peace Between day and night,  Between light and dark Or fire and ice, A relation that swaps Between the sides Each moment with a foot In the other life? The god damned shadow Is integrated, all right? Of course i embrace it When I don't see light. This couple, the poles,  The two halfs of mind Will never stay equal Nor canceled, They thrive And dominate each other, One drop - choose the side, Blow candle, light candle, More fuel, swing, dive, Be good or be bad,  Always as much as you like. My Wolves are role playing,  They don't even mind Which one I feed And which one will sleep; They have plenty of space And the world makes sure daily That one will receive Its portion to rise.  A vessel for emotions,  Two ghosts in one shell,  That is how I'm playing,  The hero and the villain Are gentlemen, for sure For they give ...

  In my palace There are countless stairs And as many rooms. Separated by veils,  They breeze to each other The whispers of my dreams. I slide inside the swirl And allow it to unfold. Under half of a moon My procrastination Defends my vices And I indulge in my corruption; Life in matter Hurts. The beauty of that 2% That our eyes can encapsulate And the restless heart That pushes one To stay alive. The dawn hurts the same As the dusk. There's buried souls In the castle walls, All of sand,  And all enhanced with warriors To defend my life,  And I put most to sleep So I can dream deeper Until the wave Shall wipe it all. 

In my mind,  In my reality,  All is equally important And also not quite.  Shadow and light,  The pornographic game of images,  The real and the unseen,  The show And the voyeur, Asemble the frames And name and identity,  Wear it  Till you tear it,  But don't think yourself it.  Dance  And embrace,  But don't bow and tremble Fitting all your passion Inside your limbs.  Water always carries the shape,  But does not become the container.