duminică, 30 noiembrie 2014

The little woman in the other fields

Once upon a time begins a legend of old
Lived a little woman in Salzburg’s lands
When night emerges she would roam thru the fields
Alluring the weary travelers on the stony bridge
With the passion and intention
To frighten them till their hair stood on ends
And as soon as the first glimpse of dawn breaks out
She would vanish in the mists of illusion
While she utters a shrilling shout.

But, that is not our story
Or the lady that we seek.
We have another to tell,
Written on ethereal flows…

She was born from phoenix’s ashes
In the year of the draug, the thirteen week
And her name for sure no one knows
As worlds collide and heaven crashes
She wandered upon the blasphemous lands
Blessing the fiends with plague and turning water to sand.
Ivory bones of her ancestors rest easy in the family tomb
As she carries the next apocalypse deep in her unholy womb;
She is untamed and revered by a gruesome song
For her deeds as immortal stand tall for ages long:
She cut down the mighty pillar Yggdrasill
For not moving and in her way standing still;
She went to Nifleheim and the huldrefolk conquered,
Then by a waidelothin in Hvergelmir’s tenebrous water baptized;
The waelcyrge felt the unstoppable wrath
When got a taste of their own poison for crossing her path;
She entered the dreams of mortals and, with caress,
Like a walriderske, gave them beauteous nightmares;
From underworld’s river Slid she chose her weapons;
Slew the Skogsjungfru so there were no more crops or rations;
The Earendel stood on the sky warm and bright,
She chopped his body and renewed him in darkness’s light.

And many more villainous deeds are sung in the ode of grotesque bliss
But as our time has ended she insanely went amiss
If night comes over your fields, the quill’s words heed
Her presence is with you and she wants to feed
Upon an exhausted traveler, a brave knight or a diaphanous spirit to endark
Tell the story, sing the song, they will shiver in this tribute as they embark.

Epitaf în spirit de iarnă

Epitaful hulpav al haosului devine ofrandă pe altarul condeiului:
Soarele cadaveric este înveșmântat în giulgiul de plumb al norilor;
Lacrimi de crepuscul sunt îmbălsămate în sângele îngerilor
Și se aștern putrezite pe lutul mucegăit,
Pângărind, într-un desfrâu al dansului macabru,
Un templu de cașmir excorticat din asfințit.

Miasma vânturilor biciuie sicriile de ciment
Ridicate pe fețele criptei urbane. Din oasele ei se scurg paraziți...
Se preling vâscos prin venele-i cenușii,
Intoxicând cu temnița spiritului de pucioasă.

Tenebra de alb profan se dezlănțuie criptic,
Pe notele unei elegii dintr-un portativ ascetic,
Și pierde rațiunea când ne încătușează
În lanțuri de carne pasională ce sfâșie și devorează.

Nota: Acest poem a fost dezvoltat ca un exercitiu, si publicat pentru prima data, in cadrul grupului de Facebook "Cenaclul LECTURA" in data de 30 Noiembrie 2014.

miercuri, 26 noiembrie 2014

Court metrages experimentales

Le choix est difficile dans l’éthylisme d’une fatalité,
Quand la matin se réveille
En une corbeille
De court métrages expérimentales:
Une tragédie avec toi comme actrice
Arrive a l’altitude d’une anonyme ancienne;
L’archéologie d’un saint se bagne
Entre ton sang symphonique;
Je sent un chant divine que vien avec le soleil –
C’est la voix du le roues de train
Dans la blanche-bordeaux cathédrale du Giulești.

duminică, 23 noiembrie 2014

Christmas gifts for Akasha

Candles enshroud the cold air in silky wrapping,
Hot cider and chocolate embalms the ethereal air,
Rejoice for the love ritual has been answered:
Impish elves celebrate Akasha’s return to winter.
She’s the bright star that melts the snowflakes
Touching the spirit and decorating the mind.
Mistletoes pave her every step,
As she is in joyful celebration –
Santa is answering her list on Christmas Day.

Gingerbread men and women, flavored cookies to devour,
Infinite hope for the new improved future she has found.
Festive and warm pies and plum pudding are hers to greet guests and carolers.
Torrid love and hugs, merged in kisses, are the epochs to gift her,
Sealed in shopping sprees and wrapped in happiness.

Fiery wonder of the galaxy, she will be covered in gold…
Or so the wise oracles have foretold…
Receive her this eve; she has the power to disband snowmen from the heart.

Angel of the tidings unwrap your wings!
Knights of the quill are here to kneel and present their homage…
Away thru the snow a whisper hits the mist:
Santa Claus shall always visits you first,
Hearing you’re the hottest and naughtiest…
Alas, welcome him Akasha; he comes with desired presents and more, goddess almighty!