Valentine’s aftermath

A mourning fiend in rotten ash mirrors leads his banished heart

As she walks away silent, in roaring lament of innocence –

Her blood is the infinite trails… her veins at dawn are pale…

Her vagrant thoughts are all that remain.

As passion committed the all righteous slaughter of love,

When whispers spark the uranium romance,

The ravens gaze with affection at the liquefied corpses.

A rose blooms endarkened in the ghastly cemetery,

Decomposing violets, tulips and peonies in turquoise mists

Of a famished aftermath that enshrouds the eerie pastel.

A crisp and barren threnody shivers a vicious ring –

It is the echo of Chaos preying upon its partner

The everlasting vampish goddess Akasha…

And the rotten ash mirrors strip in sultry abysses of encrypted runes.

Forsaken is my ravenous path… I roam upon it concealed in timeless shadows…

My quill carves teddy’s fleshes in chronicles of the wordless…

A greyish sketch appears and devours the blur of heathen muses…

It is the era of the unique taboo date… Be hushed, by twilight’s thunder, for I am near!

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