RUGACIUNE

Sange si otel tasnesc spre cer . E o noua pace mondiala.

In  visele pierdute iti  cer, ca  dintr- o iubire  nestemata

Sa faci o  linistita ura printr-o  durere viscerala   

Ce  mintile nu-mi fura,doar  sufletul  si viata-mi blestemata.

Menire nu-i , si nici destin.In primavara rece a vietii

durerea -i un nesfarsit festin, ca-ntr-o  poveste

finalizata in mod incert . Si-n tarzia ora a diminetii,

Nu e nimic sa-ti iert , de ai veni fara de veste .

Erai aici, eram un vis. Si are sens sa mai persist

In gandul ce nu l-am zis , pastrat in mine fiind mereu?

E prea tarziu?   E prea tarziu sa mai insist,

Sa incerc sa-ti fiu , ce-ti pare a fi atat de greu ?

Luminile se sting, cortina pare ca se lasa. E un  sfarsit?

Dar stiu ca tu-mi esti cea aleasa; durerea-n mine toarce..

Iertare iti cer. Regret enorm tot ce-am gresit.

Eu inca sper. Te rog de iarta si te-ntoarce….

INCHIPUIRE

Un dor atavic de iubire,
De rascolit senzatii in nestire,
O foame neimplinita de implinire
De mi-ar strabate intreaga fire,
Dintr-o fiinta in prag de prabusire
Ce furtuna-n devenire
As rasari fara de stire,
Ce sa-mi inspire,
Fara gandire,
Si impotrivire,
Fara iesire
Doar fericire

Urasc

Urasc.. sa te stiu deja la mine in gand

Cand ma trezesc in fiecare dimineata.

Si implacabil zilele ce se scurg pe rand,

In lipsa ta sunt doar existenta fara viata.

Urasc… cum freamata totul in sine,

Ipocrizia, minciuna si tot ce-i rau.

Linia imposibila dintre tu si mine,

Amintirea de nesters a rasului tau

Urasc… durerile ce-mi ard in piept.

Sunetul  hipnotic al inimii zvacnind 

Intr-un ritm atipic si nedrept.

Si-n viata ta sa ma regasesc lipsind.

Urasc noptile albe si negrele zile

In care ma intreb nebuneste intr-una

Care ne-a fost calcaiul lui Ahile?

Cand a murit adevarul, cum s-a ivit minciuna?

 Urasc… si simt ca am obosit de atata ura

Si sa-mi aduc aminte zilnic sa respir

Ca sunt satul de cei ce fara mila-mi fura

Idealurile  spre care as dori sa aspir

Urasc…amintirea ta cat o mai fi sa fie

Si lipsa ta, si golul ce mi l-ai lasat in loc

Si mai ales in zilele ce or sa mai vie

Am sa urasc ca nu te pot ura deloc!

Pushing countless times the same button, for nothing. There is nothing new , there is no one at the other end of the line. As a broken arm , the same button is pressed endless.. but you are not there.I blinded you and now I am asking you to show me the color of the horizon and where is the rainbow. I turned you deaf and now I am asking you why are you not  hearing  when I beg for forgiveness . I took away your love , I slaughtered your visions and now I want your rhymes back. I killed you so many times and now I want you breathing. I forgot you so many times in the deepest pain and now I am asking for your mercy. I was your perfect hangman and now I want back the life. I was a sinner and this was supposed to be the perfect novel of our imperfect lifes.  I was asking for a new pen for  a blank page but there were already all the unwritten words of what I was and what we were. And no space left to say what we were supposed to be somewhere in a lost future. I am sorry.

          There is no magical pencil to put back the happy smiles on our faces and all we can do is to throw a grin of despair and suffering.Pain is our last common feeling and the last memory we share. No hope , no dreams , no future  - here comes the dark again , surrounding our last moments. Faith – an empty feeling , poor consolation for the acute sense of end, so close and near to us. The lost colors  of your eyes , the missing smell of your wet skin ,  the vanishing echo  of your laugh – all mixed in your disappearance.  Sorrow and mourning is all left behind in the twilight of what we were – supposed to be the ones of the future  and remained just sadly unforgettable ghosts of the present.  

          How I am supposed to beseech for your forgiveness when I am nothing but an shadow of an tragical past time? How I am still begging  for an wanted miracle when there is nothing but empty space , no speakable thoughts and we found a thousand words of hate and none for understanding? When dreams proved themselves to be nothing but cruel disappointments , why I am still dreaming? We share no longer any ideals and our future is just an black hole sun, a dark bloody sunset… why I am still wondering if there is still an ..”if” or “ maybe”? And I was a silent thieve of your sunny happy hopes , why I am still hoping? How I am still daring to look after your mercy? 

             An inexorably feeling that these are the last days of our lifes  is coming. Wake me up when this world ends. Maybe the next one will be the perfect one which I missed and screw up so badly now. I still am a dreamer..