words create worlds
Fragment din Poemul parcului interzis (titlu provizoriu, poem in lucru) Dedic acest fragment prietenei Elena B.C., inspirat fiind din viziunea sa. Privesc cum Apele de ape se spală. Fericiţi, peştii îşi duc viaţa până la capăt. Aerul purtător de consumator (învelit bine în plăpumile sinteticei ignoranţe) curăţat e de Aerul Aer ce domneşte lunatic. Iarba
Gloss Days go past and days come still, All is old and all is new, What is well and what is ill, You imagine and construe; Do not hope and do not fear, Waves that leap like waves must fall; Should they praise or should they jeer, Look but coldly on it all. Things you’ll
Confined, a part of infinite yet finite in a form, osmotic cosmos only our hearts would know while our limbs, our thoughts and feelings- designed by numbers, equations, laws of ancient pasts remain contingent on the lowest light. What would it take to exit from the loop? Cutting the cord, renouncing a body pinned on the
immerse transpose reverse change the season the vision the reason change your bower in the tower empower yourself from within discolor illusions regain your soul unchain your brain drain the concepts blain slain lies absurd fights stories about good knights stop waiting in vain for your train master remaster meta-master your life today. Maybe I
A silence reigns inside the bracket in my heart- (A hollow brimmed with diamond shades) a pause between the hammering old valves (weighing the scars that hope kept open) comparing times of past in painting future loves, (silence reverberates in chords untouched) a quietness that reigns the meanings of a life. (inside the bracket
Worlds of Words 