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Attempt
17:21 Jun 29 2007
Times Read: 980










sometimes in our souls

the leaves of the limetrees go crazy

and the fear smashes our center with wrath

sometimes we are awfull guides to our nightmares





outside the red sirens screams

when the hand grenade insinuating

and in the classrooms the lions reveal themselves

as lambs

the walls grafittys enfold us with the mantle

of heroism

you ,me,ours - just another back-up for the gods









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That`s a poem for my friend Dnamra

29 june 2007

Anabiosis
02:53 Jun 23 2007
Times Read: 986

This is a more hermetic poem.This stile doesn`t characterize me now,but it is pretty alchemic and egyptian-mythological-inspired text and I like it.I hope you will not find this poem to CRYptyc,even it is called





ANABIOSIS





The word's ammonium is pourred over the tired out eyelids

of so many tentacular suns

and exhumed from winter's end,

an eye has now the same aim

with his twin from summer's glory.Either

on other Side of Earth,

with thaumaturgic gesture,

they seek the colection of carved gems from beyond

the labyrinth mountains of hieroglyphs.

From the closet orbs of the Lord of Angels

live in sour quest two tear-floods of dust:



BLACK living through RED.



Still nature in reborn movement

by pure consummation of Horus heart.

Little clandestine Amor of thoughts

are resting on your lips,there...

at the end of all things.



In the living and signfull ashes of Inorog

seraphicly scraches



the lycorness





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anabiosis=

1. A restoring to life from a deathlike condition; resuscitation.

2. A state of suspended animation, especially one in which certain aquatic invertebrates are able to survive long periods of drought





It is a poem inspired from the alchemical combination of the two symbolic names of the Egypt countries:The North Earth(Land) & The South Earth(Land),Black and Red,as they were called in the ancient period.The masculine and feminine principles are joined in the ending part but with the necessary sacrifice of Nigredo(ashes are the "caput mortuum").

Lorelei
02:37 Jun 23 2007
Times Read: 987

Here`s a poem I wrote some years ago called







LORELEI







Astonished every time

how the world is arranging itself inside of me.

Wreckage of a shadow crushed from inside

by All-highty's footsteps.

In the deep emerald cavern

the ascent of every breath is humming in emptiness,

like the gurgling of some enormous throats.



The juggler of dreams

is armouring himself against his own chimera:

he's tempting a shadow love,

but from the canal, the tide

brings him a love's shadow.



I seem to be

like the immense shore of the lagoon

drowned by the ship's skeletons.





echo to the tune of the Siren.













and this is the romanian language original text:









LORELEI







Uimit de fiecare dată

cum lumea se aranjează în interiorul meu.

Fărâmă de umbră strivită dinlăuntru

de pasul Preabunului.

În cavernele de smarald

ascensiunea fiecărei respiraţii zumzăie în gol

aidoma gălgâitului unor gâtlejuri enorme.







Jongleurul de vise

se cuirasează împotriva propriei fantome:

ispiteşte o iubită de umbră

dar din canalele memoriei,fluxul

aduce umbra unei iubite.







Îmi pare că sunt



precum ţărmul imens al lagunei

înecat de scheletele corăbiilor













ecou la cântecele Sirenei.