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The images in my head have always been overwhelming,
eclipsing or completely drowning the reality
that lays before my eyes.
am I to see?
Stranger in a strange landa cooked meal in winter,
a warm bed at night,
a child, parent, love,
a home with a chimney,
the fields filled with flowers,
a forest in shade
on a hot summer day,
the silence of sunsets...
I look for their meaning
in books full of wisdom,
but sometimes, out here,
they don’t mean a thing
I tried to paint her
I had already set the background
the cold and warm colors, the surroundings,
the atmosphere, the light,
the soothing feelings,
the sheets on the bed, forever unmade,
a plate of fruits on the nightstand...
but then she left
and all I have now
is a fresh painting
d'une nature morte
with a plate of fruits on the nightstand,
the tortured feelings,
the atmosphere, the dust,
the cold and distant colors, the surroundings,
and her form, imprinted in the sheets on the bed,
Autumn ReverieFalling leaves broke a rhyme
Creating the new song of life
A storm is growing far away
And I'm still here but must leave
The last train is leaving now
Fades beyond the crystal lake
And my heart just goes with it
Leaves just keep falling.
The sound of this train reels inside
Bringing back memories of
Somehow I knew I'll end up as this
In this place I loved so much
That feels empty now, without anyone
A reminder of innocent youth.
Somewhere, beneath the waves
Maybe I'll find the peace
That I've always refused
I dream of you. I remember us.
Years passed me by, people came and left
Some taking parts of me somewhere
But in this night, oh, I still love
And maybe you'll whisper someday
"Come, hold me, love me"
And I will surely come.
Tears of autumn stain this old skin
And heal the wounds of time
I think of all of you
And I take faltering steps
In the rain.
pescuind din sufletînainte
îmi alergau cuvintele în stomac
ştiam ce să scriu,
ce să cânt
şi ce să tac.
din când în când,
în graba lor de a se face auzite,
silabele se ciocneau între ele
aveau loc adevărate catastrofe fonice
eu le ameninţam cu tăcerea,
ele mă ameninţau c-o să sângerez gânduri
şi o să mă arate lumea cu degetul
spunând că nu ştiu să-mi educ cum trebuie cuvintele.
ţipam la mine să tac,
s-a făcut linişte.
Are we born?Are we born to be dust in time?
Are we born to live this lie?
Are we born to be prisoners in our mind,
Just to watch them guide on their path?
Are we born to be afraid to talk?
Face them, don't fall in decay under them
Are we born to lose it all?
To rise so high, then fall?
Are we born not to feel love,
To be blind in front of a white dove?
Are we born to die for material things,
To be numb to unconditioned love?
Are we born to wage a war?
To be richer and so much weaker?
I wish our lives had some color
Are we born to allow them crush us?
Because we can't rise, stand up and fight?
Are we born to be free,
To live the lives we wanna live,
To look around and see a glorious world,
And to embrace our own glorious future?
Are we born to be who we are?
Rusty CageDon't perch me upon a cotton cloud
Or quarter me by the country lake;
No fields of grain inspire me now,
Nor misty hues above the creek.
I have seen too many daffodils
And belle bluebells too pall my soul,
These mockingjays do not arouse
A drop of woe, a drip of joy.
Instead set me off upon a barge
Where the shadows meet, by day or night;
Off to a shade where silence unites
With her soundless charms of quietude.
And leave my haunt with little tint
A monochrome wind, a fickle farewell,
And write to me once every fortnight
From the confines of your recent grave.
And here let there be no robin's song,
No blackbird's lay, no warbler's hymn,
Leave me be in my rusty cage:
The throne of human creation.
O altfel de corabieDac-ar fi existat un sărut
ar fi fost cu siguranţă Sărutul
pe care ţi l-ai fi smuls de pe buze
şi l-ai fi închis imediat
într-o sticlă de vin goală
pe care ai fi aşezat-o apoi
pe o etajeră
să te-ntrebe toată lumea
cum de a-ncăput un asemenea sărut
într-o sticlă atât de mică,
dar mai ales,
de unde şi-ar putea cumpăra şi ei una.
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
Kiss of Darkness
Kiss of Darkness,
run through me.
Give me blood
that I may be.
Last deep breath,
Grip like stone
Kissing death and
Look Away pt. 2Fighting away the tension
And even the prospect of wind
Makes the greatest of waves.
Flying away to this peace of mind, and
Piercing the mountains of clouds.
Above the world and beneath the sky.
Piercing the veil from under the shroud.
Look away, look away...
I'm weightlessly drifting to the ground.
When the rest of the world
Is rising above you,
There is only one thing left to do.
Look away, look away...
When the strings of your heart
Are tangled around,
When you hit the ground.
Every night I pick a star in the sky
and persistently follow the path
that leads to it.
But soon I realize:
the star that once lit the way
is now dead,
and has been so for eons...
Tonight I shall choose a new direction,
one with no light
and I will navigate on it,
and witness the birth and death of galaxies
as I go by...
But I won't stop,
I will go on
Oh, Darkness, I...
home is the place
you launch your ships from
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