Tehnici de redactare

Tehnicile de redactare,

În comunicare,

Se nasc doar în dormitoare

Printre coapsele tale,

Șoapte monumentale

Și sărutări letale...

Doi vagabonzi pe alei de așternuturi

Călătorind spre Rai prin curcubee de fluturi.

Acrostih

As vrea sa te simt in mine,

Sa simt cum corpul meu se topeste sub buzele-ti fine;

Vreau sa te vreau, vreau sa ma vrei,

Realitatile noastre sa le contopim in vise ,

Esente de animi denudate de noi si de piei,

Asfintite in simturi bete la picioarele muzei trimise;

Sa ne pierdem ratiunea cu atingeri diafane,

Alunecand printre serafice placeri...

Te-ai intronat pe meleaguri profane,

Enuntand creatia in ale ochilor gemete si taceri.

Sublima-ti silueta de pe jilt domina condeiu-mi dornic

In slove ce de-acum devin a vremilor pecete

Muritor am fost, datorita tie acum zeu haotic…

Toarna-te in fiinta-mi si-n vene, lasa-ti umbra din mine sa se desfete,

Irealul fa-l nectar infinit si da-mi-l cu nesat sa-l sorb,

Neantul creator transforma-l in ambrozie sa-mi potoleasca foamea de tine,

Mai da-mi un sarut cu el timpul sa-l facem orb,

In vreme ce totul in jur devine.

Nebunul pe regina sau poetul pe muza dorea?

Ea sa il simta pe el, el sa se simta....in ea.

Vine o zi

Vine o zi

Cand Qvo Vadis Papyrum devine logic;

Vineri e o zi

In care duci cu hartia razboiul psihologic;

Vinegreta, in acea zi,

Iti poarta gandul pe drumul alogic;

Vinecior ti-e tenul pentru vecinicia de o zi –

O fi gerul sau El ce hulpav musca din tine antologic?

BASIC Love

5 LET PLACE = HERE

10 PRINT “THERE’S NO LOVE HERE”; U$

20 LET LOVE = N

30 IF N = 0 THEN ADD LOVE

40 LET LOVE = EXIST

50 PRINT “LOVE EXISTS”; U$

60 NEXT I

70 LET CLEM = UNIQUE

80 PRINT “CLEM HAS APPEARED”; U$

90 LET LOVE = N

100 IF N = 1 THEN ADD LOVE UNTIL N = INFINITY

110 LET LOVE = INFINITY

120 PRINT “LOVE IS INFINITE”; U$

130 NEXT I

140 IF LOVE = INFINITY THEN GO TO CLEM

150 PRINT “TRANSFERING LOVE TO CLEM”; U$

160 LET LOVE = CLEM

170 NEXT I

180 LET PLACE = HERE

190 PRINT “LOVE IS HERE”; U$

200 PRINT “LOVE IS CLEM”; U$

210 IF LOVE = INFINITY TO CLEM THEN GO TO REALITY

220 THEN ADD HAPPINESS

230 ELSE GO TO 5

240 END

Ouija

A voice from the shadows fills the air

It freights the heart and puts rational mind to despair

Her words come blunt, truthfully and weighty

Heed the sapience even when is naughty

Graphics and symbols engraved

On paths shady enlightened

By magic of the fallen paved

With gates and keepers darkened

A band of spirits the deed enact

So the mortals can contact

The undead and the departed

The unknown….and the retarded

God and Satan are debating

If it’s the echo of a forgery

But we find them guns calibrating

When the naked truth reveals its mystery

Science and religion are antiques

When developing new techniques

Thru mists and witchcraft you are reborn

By the gracious god’s quill and his sinning thorn

Fathom everything with grace

While you seek the god

No mask can hide your taint

But for getting his embrace

Enthrall the perky muse on the forsaken rod

To rotten the new aphrodisiac saint

There is the foulest of decisions

When waste becomes from diamonds and gold

The corpse of the quill carries obsessions

Everyone will greedy taste

Panting hard and deep losing their chaste

As you, with last breath, to him thy soul you’ve sold

Your body is a vestige of a primal

Hymn of tears, death, and blood

Into a ravishing juice melting grotesque

Of delirious ambrosia and acidic nectar

When is caressed and bitten feral

Bones are cleaned to the thrill an exotic mood

Offered on the boiled altar

Horny-skinned token of unholy picturesque

Note 1: Written on 22 September 2014 for the upcoming "Epitaph of the Decayed Quill" project, dedicated to Sylvia Plath.

Note 2: The poem is the winner, by community choice, in the prompt competition "Game" of The Reverie Journal

You can find the poem published in The Reverie Journal's e-page following the link:
 http://thereveriejournal.com/2016/01/10/ouija-by-vlad-teodor-pectu/