Poetry Died

Masochism refractar

2009-09-30T23:16:00.003+03:00

Astupă-te într-un copac
Şi rupe palnia spre soare
Bagă-ţi urechile-ntr-un sac
Trage-te tare de picioare

Încuie-ţi uşa de la cap
Ochii aruncă-i în scânteie
Mai dă-ţi apoi un bobârnac
Şi scurge-te ca o crâmpeie

Iar dacă încă totuşi speri
Striveşte-ţi nasul cu lopata
Drenează sânge cu găleata
Întoarce-ţi oasele prin piele
Sparge-ţi dinţii cu pietricele
Jupoaie-ţi pielea cu un ac
Şi astupă-te într-un copac
Cum ai facut şi-n alte seri

De-aici, de-acum, să nu mai ceri

Couldn't Care Less

2009-07-10T20:45:00.001+03:00

That is an awful thing to say
When judge's verdict heads your way
Despite the rules you do obey
Knowing you always have to pay

That is an awful thing to do
When someone's telling you it's true
Despite it though, you had to sue
Knowing you would be loosing too

The filthy girls and boys decay
Nevertheless, we love to play

A Little More

2009-07-02T00:19:00.000+03:00

You like to buy things from the store
You always want a little more

Favorite band fills the concert hall
You always want a little more

Friends always giving you a call
You always want a little more

The girl lies naked on the floor
You always want a little more

Nothing is ever too hardcore
You always want a little more

Snake

2008-12-01T01:28:00.000+02:00

You throw a ball against the wall
Expecting to bounce back right into your hands
But then you stumble and you fall
The ball passes you by, without having regrets

At first, you just don't understand
Crippled there on the pavement, hearing that awful sound
Some cars, maybe just other children, the bang-bang
The guilt; maybe you just deserve to lie there on the ground

Another month, another year, another ball, another wall
You're cautious. You've been there. But still, you hear the call:
“Hey there, so tell me, after all,
What is the purpose of the ball?”

Inner Bankers

2008-10-22T00:55:00.000+03:00

When rivers merge and crops are good
The music plays, just like it should
Full of smiles and good advices
We all practice the smallest prices

A push of greed by common efforts
A lesson we never want to learn
Turns land and rivers into deserts
Exchanges smiles for tears, in return

But never ever
Makes us wonder
If we deserve
How much we earn

Black Rabbits

2008-08-29T02:53:00.003+03:00

Sticky foam pours down from every corner
The door is locked, she's starting to despair
Black rabbits giggle as they haunt her
Her skin turns red
As she keeps thinking if being even stronger
Can help her, as she was said
Sometimes there's nothing left out to repair

Escaping through shattered glass
With bleeding skin but smiling eyes
Survival
Pure pleasure just to be a bad-ass
Death cries if she dies
Cause life is worthy as a rival

The sticky foam, the air, the skies
Tired of songs, hungry for pies

Neurohardware

2008-06-11T02:32:00.002+03:00

Tonight we fly inside a chip
Seeking and eating every bit
Cause information is pure power
And power is better than a flower

A cowboy fears the empty guns
And is afraid of loosing both his arms
Cause sexy girls don't like weak boys
And boys think girls are just sex toys

The dreamers though think otherwise
And loose their hope in cold dark vibes
Before they fall right back to sleep
Tonight we are just sick of it

Virgin Suicides

2008-04-01T20:38:00.001+03:00

All you have got is a fake treasure
Kept on a missing thirteenth floor
A rubber toy gives you the pleasure
That all those warriors are begging for

Too busy snorting dreams and candies
Hateful enough to blindly see
Hot-blooded girls with wicked dandies
Tired enough to set you free

Sister Ships

2008-03-19T02:10:00.000+02:00

A strange and unexpected word
Crawls down between your lips and disappears
It's like the last fall of a bird
That dies while flying through your fears

The word is gone now, but there's no time to quit
So you still hear it, a ghost of silent thoughts
Two rusted sister ships that finally have split
Different time zones, resting in different spots

Walking Ears

2008-03-03T02:18:00.002+02:00

A war of sounds takes place in silence
The music beats, the screaming crowd
The moaning horny girls, pure violence
A never-ending fight of which we are so proud

But each and every sound leaves traces
The ear learns and it demands more
Abused and sick of all those places
Being too late to see the door

It would have all been very easy
If we were only walking ears
We could have grown up soft and cheesy
Being afraid of wax, not tears

Soul Mechanics

2008-02-19T04:11:00.001+02:00

I have the tools to fix you up
Ten dreams of shame and a sledge hammer
You can't resist a dirty cop
I know the type, you're all about the glamour

Water Rebirth

2008-02-13T00:43:00.000+02:00

A countdown always makes her nervous
The spinning wheel is slowing down
"We thank you all for a great service
But now it's time for you to drown"

She isn't mad, she knows the drill
Takes a deep breath and counts to five
The water flooded lungs, the chill
For her is just another dive

The Morning After

2008-02-10T19:01:00.000+02:00

As you wake up, the north wind current forms
You know by now exactly what it teaches
The roaring waves of seaside winter storms
Crushing hard on cold and empty beaches

Double Jeopardy

2008-01-30T00:59:00.000+02:00

A shining star is only burning stronger
The rules are always just the same
A smaller fire will burn a little longer
Don't judge it, don't try to catch the flame

Just another Troubled Kid

2008-01-18T02:59:00.000+02:00

You ask for salt, they give you sugar
You scream in pain, they pat you on the back
Supportive smiles, "you're strong, girl"
A silent play, an empty useless bomb-rack

So naturally you feel alone again, and lame
It's sad to realize you're just another troubled kid
And they are many, so you're the one to blame
For acting stupid, for everything you ever did

The Simple Truth

2008-01-07T02:59:00.000+02:00

A double sin strikes back with rage
Showing its teeth and biting hard
The creature that doesn't have an age
For years, just building anger in its cage
You got it wrong, you've got no wild card

And while you're fighting to survive
With broken legs and bleeding eyes
You start to see what caused your dive
You start to be so painfully alive
Forever despising your natural disguise

Your open wounds tell you a story
And now you know it isn't about luck
Some tell you it's all about the glory
But all you have to do is feel a little sorry
The truth has been a sitting duck

Roundtables

2007-12-25T17:20:00.000+02:00

Food talk accompanied by some silent jokes
Pass me the wine please, pass me the salt
Impersonating peaceful and open minded folks
Being polite and natural, always nobody's fault

For years to come just being blind
The peace of mind is hard to find

Withdrawal Symptoms

2007-12-21T03:17:00.000+02:00

A shaking hand craving for more
A tired body, an empty soul
There is no cure, there is no store
For all you care, there is no goal

But then, you hope and you desire
You can't forget how good it feels
It's hard to stop when you've been higher
It's hard to have only three meals

And so you fall back once again
You hate yourself but now you smile
You know you'll suffer more, but then
It's a short walk, it's just a mile

The Ungirl

2007-12-18T20:19:00.000+02:00

Her childhood blanket is on fire
She's loosing grip and slips away
It's hard to drive with a flat tire
If you are deaf and blind, they say

She knows all these and still she leaves
Taking a cigarette and a match
A "see you soon" that nobody believes
She found too young about the catch

But there's a certain funny smell
When a human being burns alive
This song's for her breaking the spell
The girl that didn't want to thrive

Naturally

2007-12-11T00:33:00.000+02:00

We use to lie and hurt ourselves
During the spring of our lives,
The present always feels like knives
Stuck in our bright past, dusty shelves.
Another week, then Jingle Bells.

Lord of the boards connecting seasons
Three steps to clean yourself a little,
So build a snowman and then whittle
Some candies for the ones in prisons.
Just to remember, stick some stickers.

You live and die so smile for Christmas

The Wedding

2007-12-05T16:53:00.000+02:00

A red bride smiling in a corner
Two thousand roses and a boy
A mother's voice is getting warmer

Two thousand roses and a toy

The Callers

2007-12-04T01:21:00.000+02:00

A rainbow connecting two turtles that are twins
High tones emerge in patterns but still are unexpected
A huge skyscraper accommodating kings and queens
The midgets may begin, the tall ones are protected

They walk as soldiers
But laugh like drunken thieves
They're spitting and they're stinking
They're peeing on their dirty sleeves
They are calling them The Callers

So go ahead and ask them, what have they all been drinking?
You don't, they do. They know exactly what you're thinking.

Watermelon Gum

2007-11-28T01:32:00.001+02:00

It's only you
You're room, your bed, your sheets, your music
Day after day, same ceiling and same walls
Ignoring wake up calls, enjoying self abusing
You're laying there bare naked, although you're wearing clothes

Sometimes you choose to take a break
But then again, most often you're just forced to
Your curse is that you know when someone's smile is fake
While you're still thinking straight, it's not easy to get used to

So bend your common sense and smile back
Pretend enough, and that's what you'll become
You need to live, you need to work, I know that
Can't blame you. Just missing your watermelon gum

The Ambient Tent

2007-11-23T04:30:00.000+02:00

A pool of tired souls just hanging in a white tent
Strangers sleeping right next to one another
Some horny, some troubled, some having a regret
Their thoughts collapse, nothing begins to matter

A chillout lounge, a black hole, a peaceful retardation
Forget about the problems that wait for you outside
Your brain is simply enjoying a much deserved vacation
So grab a pillow, make you comfy, and tune into the vibe

The Missing Link

2007-11-20T03:53:00.000+02:00

A child was raised by wolves and monkeys
And he may never learn to speak
We find that terribly sad and frightening
Because he's strong and we are weak

A small change somewhere in the past
A touch of light, a broken gene
Has made us wise and yet so fragile
So we can dream of the unseen

Singleton

2007-11-18T15:22:00.000+02:00

Sometimes it's nice to have obbsesions
Sometimes it's beautifully sad
You feel alive inside dark pleasures
When everybody thinks you're mad

But then, sometimes you get too tired
And you would like it all to stop
The gun has alredy been fired
And you don't know which way is up

Shiny Happy People

2007-11-12T17:08:00.000+02:00

Some twisted mothers undress slowley
Laughing loud and spitting mud
Behind the scenes, on a cold dark alley
They're on the rag. They're selling blood.

No sleep, no food, just leftovers for them
Cheap beer, cheap cigarrets and sweat
An old song playing on a broken speaker
Their children haven't met them yet

A gang-bang gets you horny, a golden shower gets them wet.

The Lame Song

2007-11-11T16:24:00.001+02:00

NB: "Ignore this one. It's... lame"
Write this down
In case you'll forget:
"I'll never be happy"
"I'll never be happy"
Because you have reasons
It's just a conclusion
Not an illusion
Just a logical conclusion.

I know about suggestion
I know about placebo
I know about lameness
I know about the fever

But this is different
Because this is real

You can cry all you want
They piss on your tears

And why is this all happening
Why me and why know ?
A fucking self-imposed victim, you'll say
Well, just go and fight your battle for a better day
If you think you're smarter, if you think you know the way

Practice you're swimming in the pool of sins, fake smiles and shame.

Jungle Child

2007-11-01T22:07:00.001+02:00

Lost in a rainforest at night
Where every tree has its own sound
The darkness holding him so tight
While he keeps carving in the ground
"Still on rebound", "Still on rebound"

A stupid thing to do you'll say
When he could try to find a way
That leads to a village or a town
Where he could regroup with the crowd
Instead of just hanging around

Too many paths between those trees
Too many eyes, too many teeth
That lead to much too many homes
That end in way too many bones

Outside the box, inside the sphere,
He carves through time your biggest fear

Silent Disco

2007-10-22T22:19:00.000+03:00

Excruciating pleasures diminish as they go along
Leaving behind canals, a giant empty complex maze
Carved in the skin, thousands of useless highways
Of those who once were drinking and dancing all night long

With us, die all those memories, smiles, kisses and tears
That need not to be buried, nor having funerals or graves
Denial is the weapon we use to crush these realm waves
On top, all that remains is just a couple of unopened beers

Soul Lahars

2007-10-17T19:49:00.001+03:00

Another point of view, the same old boring thoughts
Not in the mood to argue, thinking distinct no more
Just give yourself in silence to the huge grayish core
There's always someone better playing Connect-the-Dots

Enjoy a boy, enjoy a girl, enjoy a drink, enjoy a score
Crawl down beneath your soul with grace, loathe paradoxes
Put all your small things in even smaller boxes
And start making a living, work for a big-box store

Good habits

2007-10-14T21:09:00.000+03:00

Converting rays into big rabbits
That reach the stars with their big ears
It's a hard job demanding lots of tears
Cause broken dreams rival good habits

So next time better choose plain water
To wash and drink before you sleep
Don't be afraid, just be a creep
When everybody joins the slaughter

The acrobats

2007-10-11T15:20:00.001+03:00

I touch your blood through shallow skin,
The acrobats fight from within.
For me it's just another sin.

Don't try to fake an endless dream,
By dripping from the cold flat screen.
Beteween the lines it's just a scream.

The stronger ones are giving-in.

The Sea Of Glue

2007-10-08T15:59:00.000+03:00

Besides the dreams that may come true
There is a light that's turning blue
Covering all your misjudged wishes
But then, sometimes the shadow misses
You catch a glimpse of your own pieces.
It's hard to cross The Sea of Glue.

The 80's

2007-10-05T18:46:00.001+03:00

A brand new weekend comes at last,
To shoot my dreams and have a blast.
Some bags filled-up with guns and candies..
Instead of that i get cheap ladies.

Critica raţiunii pure

2007-10-04T00:16:00.002+03:00

Cuvântul, sublimul ac abstract carnal
Fără de care ne-am lupta cu dinţii pentru dreptate şi putere
Este faţada unui bloc aproape raţional.
Totuşi, înţelepciunea înseamnă cel mai des tăcere.

Moralistul

2007-10-04T00:16:00.001+03:00

Din buza strâmbă şi îmbibată-n sânge
Ţi se prelinge-un zâmbet de fachir bătrân
În timp ce-n jurul tău trei fete cam nătânge
Te venerează apatic şi-ţi mai arată-un sân.

Voiai să fii aviator

2007-10-03T16:41:00.001+03:00

Nu te apropia prea mult,
De avionul fără aripi,
Căci nu a mai zburat demult.
Iar ce speri tu este zadarnic.

Fiica nopţii

2007-10-03T16:40:00.000+03:00

Atinge-te de mine
Dar nu te-apropia prea mult
Vezi cât e de bine
Încapsulat şi totuşi sunt disjunct.

Ţine-te de tine
Sărută-mă dar nu prea mult
Apoi dispari când ziua vine
Fii arma mea anti-adult.

Mute

2007-10-03T14:48:00.000+03:00

Nu face aşa decât dacă eşti sadic,
Eşti laş şi suferi într-un mod plăcut...
Dar te-oboseşte acest gând tăcut,
în lupta ta sterilă. Cam trist, dar nu e tragic.

O lamentare inexactă ţi se prelinge din călcâi,
Lăsând o dâră în urma ta, zilnic cercuri-cercuri,
Iţi place energia, înconjurat de mii de becuri,
Eşti nevăzut în propia-ţi oglindă din ziua cea dintâi.

Mai lasă încrederea şi obsesiile, nu mai gândi,
Aştepţi să pice totul şi asta este cel mai bine,
Descarcerarea întregului oraş din tine.
Nu ezita şi nu te mai opri.

Impotenţa raţiunii

2007-10-03T14:36:00.004+03:00

Atunci când dulce se arată,
Acea tentaţie morbidă,
De a avea şi tu o piatră,
Uite-te-o clipă în oglindă.

Ceea ce vezi să nu te sperie,
Şi nici ceea ce-o să urmeze.
Stai calm şi lasă o bacterie,
Uşor uşor, să te dezintegreze.

Este atât de simplu: eşti obosit;
Şi simţi nevoia unui somn aparte,
În care toate se vor fi oprit.
Iar visul tău nu e departe.

Un simplu gest, dar cât contează gestul,
Chiar dacă iei ceva lipsit de-orice valoare.
Ştii bine asta. Cât despre restul,
Nimeni nu ştie cât te doare.

Dar tocmai asta este însăşi ideea:
Durerea. Să o cunoşti, s-o porţi în tine.
Nu iţi pot spune eu ce trebuie să faci, de-aceea,
Fă cum crezi tu ca este cel mai bine.

Drama bătrânului tiran

2007-10-03T14:36:00.003+03:00

Ai cucerit tot ce era de cucerit,
Bătrâne singur, ce nu-ţi faci o salată,
Cu părul sur, pielea zbârcită, dar fruntea încă lată.
Nu îţi mai arde de nimic, te simţi doar obosit.

Ai rezolvat tot ce voiai, dar nu eşti mulţumit.
Deşi totul este al tău, te uiţi cu nepăsare,
Peste întreaga-ţi omenire, oceane şi popoare.
Degeaba ai luptat atât căci nu eşti împlinit.

Invidios pe orice tânăr ce-nvaţă acum să te respecte,
Oricât ar fi de-nfometat, oricât e de sărac,
Ţi-ai da făr-a clipi oricând întregul tău regat,
Pentru a fi în locul lui. Pentru a atrage fete.

Şi încă câte ai mai face cu-o piele fragedă pe os,
Măcar nu te-ai mai întreba dacă asta-i ultima ta vară,
Te-ai bucura de fleacuri, ai savura o pară.
Visezi frumos dar trist, o tu, bătrân neputincios.

17

2007-10-03T14:36:00.001+03:00

Boemul luciu clandestin,
Al vieţii organice din piele,
Complice pur, dar vinovat devreme,
Mi se arată, juvenil.

Absurda luptă întortocheată,
Dintre raţiune şi ce simt,
Mă face uneori să mint,
Cu nonşalanţă aristocrată.

Sofisme ori construcţii bune,
Supape triste ale celor ce pierd,
Mă ţin in viaţă, să pot încă să merg,
Serios, cu treabă, nedetectat de lume.

Dezinteresul provoacă interes.
În pivniţele minţilor murdare,
Durerea altora nu doare,
Când au ales. Căci ele vor progres…

Progres ori doar diversitate,
Păstrarea unui orizont larg,
Lasciv în el să pot să-mi scald,
Complicele, în ceas de noapte.

Copilul bătrân

2007-10-03T14:35:00.001+03:00

Degeaba fugi şi te ascunzi,
Între pereţii catacombici,
Transpiraţi de-atâta fum,
Copil bătrân, cu ochii antagonici.

Nu faci decât să mai amâni,
Momentul dur ce te-ngrozeşte,
Urli tăcut acelaşi vers,
Asemănându-te cu-n peşte.

Barbar alergi din colţ in colţ,
Sticlos, cu venele umflate,
Te sperii de o mare mică,
Când vântul bate dintr-o parte.

Instigare la transhumanţă

2007-10-03T14:34:00.002+03:00

Ridică-te de jos.
Ridică-te din ploaie,
Târaşte-te uşor,
Până la tine-n baie.

Încuie bine uşa.
Lasă apa să curgă,
Chirceşte-te-ntr-un colţ,
Închide ochii şi ascultă.

Incălzirea locală

2007-10-03T14:34:00.001+03:00

Urşi polari magnetici,
Cu ochii injectaţi,
Se-aruncă-n gol haotic,
De pe gheţarii poluaţi.

Se prabusesc cu miile, scrâşnind din dinţi,
Şi agitându-se feroce,
Într-un spectacol plin de sânge,
De oase şi de urlete.

Dar iată acum ultimul urs,
Cum stă şi-ezită sus în vârf,
Vazându-şi fraţii la pământ:
“Să mă arunc? Să nu m-arunc?”

Şi il vedem din depărtare,
Cum deodată-şi ia avânt,
Şi sare cat poate el de tare,
Peste al speciei mormânt.

Iar când cortina cade-uşor,
Peste mormanul de resturi animale,
Aplaudăm cu-n zâmbet vag retard,
Un om, un urs, şi-i floare.

Alchimia autosugestiei

2007-10-02T01:51:00.001+03:00

Trei stâlpi metalici – construcţii de argon
Turnaţi în văi abrupte înceţoşate şi cam surde
Coloşi uitaţi de timp, iar jos copilul de carbon
Pluteşte în derivă înspre cordonul fără funde.

Carne şi oase

2007-10-02T01:13:00.001+03:00

Secat devreme, din ce în ce mai slab
Autocritic, analitic, prea abstract
Neputincios fără sintagme inedit-taiose
Până la urmă inutil. Carne şi oase.

Flirtul defunct

2007-10-02T01:12:00.001+03:00

O fată şi un băiat, două schelete alăturate,
Aveau demult piele pe oase şi stralucire-n ochi.
De unde stai tu acum, nu locuiau departe,
Erau frumoşi şi tineri, nu aveau înca gropi.
Poate ca ea visa la el, machiîndu-se cu grija fin,
Poate ca el îi sorbea zâmbetul, având hainele-aranjate.
Ne vine greu acuma nouă sa ne închipuim,
Ca ei erau ce suntem noi, un pic doar mai in spate.

Poezia e moartă

2007-10-02T01:02:00.000+03:00

Poezia a murit într-o toamnă fioroasă
A ramas doar un cadavru ce încet încet se lasă
Sfârtecat cu voioşie de proprii ei copii.
Unul cântă, altul scrie, ba chiar unul desenează
Sunt toţi tineri şi feroce, plini de verva şi de viată
Precum vechea şi uitata a lor mamă putrezită.
Bravo lor spun eu atunci, nefalsând sinceritate
Căci eu cred încă şi-acum: “Toate-s vechi şi nouă toate”.