luni, 29 septembrie 2014

Hazel eyes

Hazel eyes to wander
Hazel eyes to bewitch
Hazel eyes to plunder
Hazel eyes to glitch

Hazel eyes to cut
Hazel eyes to touch
Hazel eyes to shortcut
Hazel eyes to debauch

Hazel eyes to divide
Hazel eyes to hide
Hazel eyes to decide
Hazel eyes to reside

Hazel eyes to kiss
Hazel eyes to bliss
Hazel eyes to miss

sâmbătă, 20 septembrie 2014

Haunted by the past

Arms fall heavy with lead in their veins…
They grab the hellish quill made of light’s plume…
A shadow shovels into the debris of memories filled with toxins
And finds derelict, almost forgotten, the scent of an evil perfume.

The shadow instantly knew the presence to be from the ancient past:
A terrifying ghost that haunted his body, mind and heart from echoes of time.
She lived in vivid colors and putrefied in the ages that last;
She was all sugary and sweet so the shadow gave her a lime.

Only in that fallen shadow of his she was respected, loved and feared,
An empty shell the rest of times, when light hit her spot hot and hard.
She would have aid but at the end of time, bored and sick, the shadow disappeared…

She was afraid of futures that would never be possible to arrive,
She was afraid to speak her mind as truth might be heard…
So with tantalizing lies the shadow of his wings and thoughts was deprived.

A muse, a friend, a mistress, a goddess… the name always changes
But to his heart she remained forever the same:
A mirage of voluptuous cages,
The kind that shines to thrill…the only kind that shadows can tame.

How could she never see beyond actions but feel just a temporary usefulness?
He protected, mentored and cared for her nevertheless.
He put himself shield and when Chaos fell
He did things that are whispered but no one can ever tell.
And for some of those he would regain in Heaven his wings,
For most… he will have the greatest of companies when he dines in Hell.

Hunter in nature, jealous and obsessed with possession
She would threaten to beat or kill the shadow’s own venison without hesitation.
But after, in an innocent act everything she would regret,
Knowing he always finds out and her advantages to other horizons free are set.

Everything burst when he searched rations to regain
As she left realizing she can no longer control him or contain.
First came the sadness of loneliness and then hit pure love’s pain…
Tears poured in like the thickest summer rain;
Relinquished from his throne,
Taken was everything he had in order to atone;
The quill was burned so he could not write;
For all he lost alone he would once again have to fight…
A leash was also his to bear for a while…
He took them all with laughs and a serene smile.

Then as was foretold all has stopped, new life has set in motion;
He begins again to ascend on the path of creation.
He buried his past with mortal flesh and bones…
And soon found himself surrounded by peacefully gravestones.
His skin was tainted in the Chaos anew,
So the armies were given back and a plan begins to brew.

I am that shadow, she was my haunting tulip…
I am reborn by a dark rose and she is no longer an angel to worship!
Brace yourselves! For my invasion is here all to taint…
You’ll be cleaved in forbidden shivers by this liquorish filthy saint.

joi, 18 septembrie 2014

Will you?

Will you temper the radiant sun?
Will you bring twilight to put light on the run?
Will you give me yourself as luscious opium?
Will you pour into my chalice sweet nectar and rum?
Will you embalm me with thy lips’ chaste blaspheme?
Will you for ever and ever and for another day marry me?
Will you cremate the intellect and pour it in water?
Will you be the taxidermist of life’s stiff in a chemical winter?
Will you lead the army of my chaotic children?
Will you raise the dead to find me when I’m hidden?
Will you use the filoplume quill?
Will you write chapters of tenebrous skill?
Will you extinct the reign of ghouls?
Will you unmask clowns, buffoons and bloody fouls?
Will you reclaim your taken freedom?
Will you plunder with refilled heart and without broken wisdom?


Pain is the police officer with shackles of sorrow…
She comes knocking down on all your doors
And jails you for preaching happiness.

Pain is he IRS officer that takes away all your cash;
Taxing your body for contracting health and exporting
Ways of life that are not ordained or sanctioned by the trend.

Pain is the bomber plane that breaks frontiers
And nukes the territory of your life…
Or is she the exquisite primal ballerina
That puts the ethereal show of an adolescent guilt,
Then pole dances you into a burlesque waltz?!

She is the guilty pleasure between the silky sheets
That seduces you with the exotic abyss of bliss.

As to how she has got a place in our lives…
Well depends on how she entered our lives:
Legal or not,
If she rented or bought the spot;
If we give her the slippers or make it comfortable within us.

She is Chaos itself, the creator!
She brings wisdom and love, nurtures the soul
With an eternal flawless touch.

marți, 16 septembrie 2014

The Dark Rose

The queen moon sets high majestic,
Reborn like every night from earthy breasts of mountains;
Disheveled clouds entomb their act
And go to cry their tears in phantom lands;
Lake’s poisoned water mirrors the waltzes of skeletal  fireflies;
Trees take their guard as keepers of howling winds…
Everyone steals their toxic-deserved rest
From Sandman’s bag of ethereal sleeps…
The reign of the night and dreams is about!

And in the silent garden we found new shine to thrill:
The foremost Rose artistic lays, like the shady old muses
Of the chaotic filoplume quill.

Was born in the abyss of the star of the butterfly,
Free and adventurous,
Her shape is perky and her breath of decayed aphrodisiac…
They beget untamed pleasures and pour tainted fantasies.

Its stem is thin and of the raw green,
Made from blood of spring’s first blade of grass…
With leaves curvy, minty and
Biodegradable, who leave her like the skin leaves the snake
In liquid, tantalizing movements…

And on the despoiled succubus, creepy tattooed we see
The sharp, deep penetrating, blackest thorns…
The sickles that beheads even the strongest of wills.

Its petals are made of the shiniest darkness,
And expose themselves fleshy, exotic, delicious,
 A filthy and flamboyant burlesque that
Gets you addicted into a thunderous submission.

The sepals are wild castles of bronze bones
And the roots are legs of the most glamorous ballerina.

A unique and zesty feature that gives the dark rose
Unequaled charm and noble features,
This rose’s hip is magical and powerful:
From it pours rotting, hot nectar
And putrid, livid ambrosia that both three hearts nurtures.