Friday, June 27, 2008
Grey-colored butterfly flying
In small circles around the coinciding trees
The sky shed drops of water in slow motion
that hang from the leaves
To water the flowers
I calmly walk bare feet
I see the seven colors of the sky
Flying in front of me in space
It's these moments that they coexisted through me
That love life, that wont be divested from me
Thursday, June 26, 2008
My Marsh will be played in Heaven
With all who dreamt and couldn’t achieve
Ill laugh my last laughs, here, before I leave
Ill live in the legend that I have created
To be able to finally smile
Applaud my friends, the comedy is over
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Half an hour passed,
Still enduring what I inherited,
Emoting our perpetual love,
While standing down the road
I still remember
The dream of having a full eye still remains
Words seem so feeble,
Volatilize as I speak,
Smolder as I think,
I still remember
A strong we comes from a strong I,
An improbable thought
that I didn’t understand till now,
When I saw the lightness in her eye
I still remember
Afraid of yourself to let go,
What could be more joyful in our life,
than our childhood to play with?
The simple love of life
You need to close your eyes and see,
that half an hour lasts for 30 minutes
Devouring thought I'm in search for,
In endless coil, im floating on,
Can still feel it in my spine
Roses blossom somewhere in the park
In a never ending picture of the spring
Shaking as the wind moves,
Steady, steady, I said
Hitting from up above or down below
Was it right?
Wouldn’t say was wrong either,
The clocks started to stop ticking
For just a second that soon to fade away
The permanence of the thought still remain
Our ephemeral joy is to be lived even longer
As Imminence love is yet to come
The clocks started to stop ticking
Lying on the grass, remember that day?
It was just a sunny Monday
Rays passing by through the melancholic clouds
Flashing all around your face
Caressing your freckles
I touch your cheeks in a gentle gesture
Your laughter swirls from within afterwards
And it is just getting better all the time
Tease you is what I am doing
Childish looks is what I search for
And laughter onwards from our deep core
Diluted emotions in this lightness of just being
Just floating all around and around
Covering our faces as the light is still crossing the sky
Touching your luscious lips as time goes by
I'm not promising anything
Just adorable paean we shall live in
Sensation of that feeling, that day,
Is what should be described in that way
Complete zeal is the theme of our day
To: Alexandra Grigorosoaea
He got out a cigarette from its golden box, made sure to tap it twice, kindled then inhaled slowly
: As human beings; You have instincts which for now and for the purpose of the commencement of the theory; we will identify them as good and bad instincts; often; apparently at least; beings show chastity and virtue, and control the instincts which are known as the good such as hunger, thirst and gain the desirability of everyone; on the other hand, the instincts known as the bad ones such as sex, murder and hatred; you detest it by all means; always seeking sanctuary; maybe religion or perhaps a group of individuals like you seeking refuge and collectively show the despise towards human beings outside the group; This trend was identified by Oscar Wilde as virtue; and forget that you are a human being, whether you want it or not, the instinct must be fed, you may kill a cockroach and forget it once you are done with the cleaning, but you should know well; You killed
: Who are you?
: When you know that I do what I do hiding from sight in order to live; afraid of their knowledge of the truth; that when you know it; I mean the truth; whole truth; Only then; you will realize, that I'm just a Human being!
-- Silence --
: Let us take a short break
interrupting: What is the favorite dance? I, personally, like waltz; the glowing image of the people dressing elegantly in their ancient and old celebration the spirit of happiness is immense in me; or so I imagine when I see the celebration scene in a movie like Leopard
: What are you doing when you are lonely?
': Lonely? Loneliness is the real inevitable thing; such as death; or perhaps it is another kind of death; but at least I still am alive and therefore; I read; reading helps me sympathize with the people who will not sympathize with me
: have you fallen in love?
: I loved this child; I knew it was impossible to establish any relationship between us; he was a beautiful boy; tall with silky hair, he had the beauty of a Greek goddess; dealing with their mythology instill fear in everybody's soul; looking directly into their eyes is punishable by death ; gaze, but do not wonder; wonder but not admire; admire but don't not love; only a few, who were permanently challenging; climbing up the top of Mount Olympus, as soon as they reach it; even die; Ultimately; it is that kind of beauty that kills!
: Then, what is the end?
To: Monica Costea and Alexandra Grigorosoaea
His father called him Amal on the name of the poet Amal Denkul; as his father was fond of poetry and classical music
Amal stood in front of the mirror; admiring his twinkling and elegant suit as his usual daily habit whether was it summer or the winter season; listening to the overture of Wagner's opera Lohengrin; putting on his handkerchief then his hat; the hat must be tilted forward slightly; lifting the gramophone needle; smiling, then disembarked
Place: at Amal's
Amal and his girlfriend are sitting; she on the couch and him on his favorite chair
The girl: What's wrong with you?
-- Silence --
: Don’t you agree with me that the era of land slavery has returned again?
: What do you mean?
: That in the recent past the individual used to work for a certain number of hours and receive a certain output ; Now; working double and obtain the same output!
: It is the fear; the fear of the unknown is what will remain the only motivation for this human life, and this miserable senseless human life can be noticed for most people; these unfortunate submitted characters or perhaps mad, yet in silence! Look at these subjects passing by in the street; you will not find anyone smiling, everybody has a sad face on!
-- Silence --
: What do you intend to do?
Smiling in the bitterness: What i do and what I intend to do is always my belief that it could not be done; my success or failure, that is another matter; I reached a point that I do not seeks success it is just that I don’t want to fail anymore. The worst thing is the submission to my mental illness to be referred to by some as a wise man!
: But you are wise! You can look at people's eyes and know what is lying underneath
: There are four types of eyes; mischievous eyes that will penetrate you and see you naked and fantasize about you, Kind eyes, maybe naive that sees the kindness in you, foolish eyes that sees what you want them to see and playful eyes that does not necessarily permit you to see the reality of its own, so, which eyes do you want to own?
: I want happy eyes
: What is happiness? Is it in obtaining money or achieving what cant be achieved? Or is the status of the illusion that we can continue to live in life?
: Perhaps; and possibly also is not thinking of everything all the time, sometimes, the sense of illusion becomes a reality! And perhaps happiness is when you look at the child whom you see smiling and you just smile!
: When I was a child; I dreamt that I owe a children toys factory; my father was permanently refusing to buy me any toys.
: Amal! This is rotting the food for the soul; it is better to read this book or listen to this piece of music; then he turns on the gramophone and puts the Fifth Symphony of Mahler saying: listen!!! This piece is the puny spirit flying in our skies; it is the dark eyes, which refuses to see the truth; the truth that you must continuously seek and enlighten the souls to its way, let that be your duty as long as you shall live. And I'm burning up with the bitter search for liberation; let that be any kind of liberation, flying in a world where everything possible; at the beginning, my globe was children's toys and then become a world of fantastic mythology and heroic stories then sexual world with oppressed desires which sometimes can not be tamed and with all this, there is always the dream of liberation.
: I am always dreaming of liberation and I want to live even if it was just an illusion; I remember that day as if it were yesterday; I went to the psychiatrist when my parents got divorced; when I knew about it; I spoke not a single word that has a meaning; we were sitting in the living room; all of us on a their own private chair and started drinking madly; I asked foolish questions and foolish answers I got. I experienced a situation of sudden stillness for few days then woke up that day can not breathe; went to the psychiatrist and embarked on telling my story, the fear of the unknown surrounded me; sat gazing at the beauty of the room that resembled a golden cage.
The psychiatrist: What seems to be your problem?
: I do not know! After that, I just started telling the story of
And now, no matter matured I turned to be; my childhood memories will continuously haunt me, perhaps I will get married and give birth to three children as I wished and possibly my husband will cheat on me like my father did to my mother and but.... ill forgive him, ill forgive him because ill love him.....
: don't cry my little one; don't cry please! I strongly want to make love to you!
: I think the sad figures are violently attracted to each other.
He touched her Lips with his fingers; looked into her eyes and kissed her; carrying her to his room and lied on his bed and exercised the act of love
Amal stood in front of the mirror; admiring his twinkling and elegant suit as his usual daily habit whether was it summer or the winter season; listening to the overture of Wagner's opera Lohengrin; putting on his handkerchief then his hat; the hat must be tilted forward slightly; lifting the gramophone needle; then disembarked
Amal stood before the river
: I may understand the deep desire of the human beings for the need for creation; thus achieving perfection and defying God; but I will not understand the desire of human beings in destruction; destroying anything and everything beautiful they ever had or even seeing it, owning it then destroying it! She is a beautiful girl and I am devastated; love offset love and destruction offset of mass destruction; then threw himself in the river.
To: Sami Daoud
Bowing my head in shame
Wondering with no purpose for infinity
Sins were written on me
Holding the flags of hope
To restore my lost soul,
I see people crucified
A man: The end has come
: What are you doing?
A man: and what are we supposed to do
Another man: You passer by, tell them, tell them that we will defy death
A third man: let them torture us, let them crucify us
A fourth man: Be hold my friends, our end has come tomorrow, let them hang each and every piece of our bodies on the city gates, but we will not die,
We will not die tomorrow; our souls will become their bitter drink,
Skies up above, let your birds fly to them carrying our smiles,
We will become a fairy tale in children's stories
Our dreams will live forever
Our dreams will live forever
He closed his eyes,
And saw flashing lights,
He opened his eyes and was standing by himself in the desert,
Listening to the great silence,
Looking at the far Horizon,
Where the castles were,
When he sat amongst people he knew,
Laughing and he smiles,
Crying and he shows sadness,
When life was just for living,
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Look at the corridor from a different view,
View of a person lying on the floor,
The end is far away,
The width is not wide
The ceiling has no ending
The floor is accurately carved
And the lying person crawling slowly
It is today and yesterday
It is tomorrow till the end
To: Sami Daoud
A kid playing with its toy,
Another sleeping on its favorite bed
A guy sitting on a chair,
Another walking in the street,
A woman looking at the mirror,
Another looking at collection of photos
An old man walking in the garden,
Another owning a barber shop
Monday, June 23, 2008
I speak now to a brain that is absurd! Suffered from the media, what is the benefit then of resorting to the logic?
In the past, it was possible that an individual struggling to disseminate the view of the other, now struggling to suppress it.
What is the use of dialogue as long as the end result is known? Rejection and rejection from the other
Were men created virtuous, or decadent?
A squared de illuminated room,
Having four painting hanged
One for Virgin Marry as sculpted by Michael Angelo,
One for the che,
One for Don Quixote fighting the windmills,
And the last one for someone close,
A guy sits at the end of the bed,
Looking at them in weak meditation,
Is about to say something
A broken face,
On a remaining of a shattered mirror,
Foot prints on wet sands,
The sound of a sea in a sea shell,
A man standing raising his head high above,
Between high mountains,
He looks up for the sun,
That is covered by the clouds,
An old lady,
Sitting at the corner of the narrow street,
Lonely with no facial expression,
And snow is all over her,
That covers her till her face,
That froze to death,
With her old ragged cloths,
And people are passing by,
Will remain the same
The sun is shining
On the profile of my beloved
Her hair goes through her mouth
Which smiles to my face
The day passes by till dawn
The sun is shining
On the grass we sat
Watching happy people passing by
She looked into my eyes to see
Purity and vanity
Purity of love
Vanity of the victorious unification
From dusk till dawn
Love goes on and on
Wondering in the middle of the night
With my bear feet stick tight
I saw a shiny glow
I came nearer to see the flow
There were 2 angels They whispered softly in my ears
With their shiny dresses
I may or may not follow them
They whispered softly in my ears
They took me to the stars above
To see the huge glow
Smoothly moving on a stream
I was happy, it was nice
But then again too fear to try
They dumped me there
I tried to swim again and again
But that was useless to try
And so, I die
19th June 2004
Walk along with your grieves
Look at the shiny daemon
Feel the vengeance in your veins
Be lost in the shadows of blood
Walk along with your happiness
Swing high with your beloved
Be lost in the shadows of snow
Now, you have a choice
But neither will wake you up
As the soul is vanished
In the fields of mind
Isn't strange that any source of radiation.... burns?
Light from the lamp; stars or the sun
We see with it and cant see without it; and forever still burning.
All the wisdom from God has a contradiction rising from it so humans can think, think and don’t reach, did God want the agony till humans die? Or sinking in eternal bewilderment? Maybe it is just for fun, as kids play with their toys, lifting it up and putting it down? Or he established a system with no interference so that every piece move by its will, survive and die accordingly?
To: The people
Alone between high towers,
Alone between shrinking walls that shrink more and more,
Alone and noise is all around me
The storm splashes on my face
The water drops crashes onto my body with its softness
Papers around me flying, flying high above
I mandate the stars to flare.....
I mandate the sun to rise.....
I mandate the sea to intervene.....
To end the day that barely started
Kill that flower on your hair
As it increases the temptation.....
Drown your laughs ...
To swim behind them and end...
Don’t look at me with nostalgia....
So as not to close my eyes and gaze at thee
Oh God... don’t make me ponder;
Look at the stars and demand love
Do not make me sit with the cold north,
and in the heat of the south.....