Robot... be! be.. be...

There's a truck rolling on the street
went over his yard once
trashed it all
in was meaningless and cruel
mostly cruel
-And then you met me?
-Reach out: red_2909_G
and grab it: right arrow with half a star
scene: unknown
chart: from up above
-...so what am I to you?
-The endless load of fresh air
finally
-Fall off a single pixel: ? Impossible? Ever??
-Not now, dear! Hand me my tea! The one I showed you!! Go!!!

Answer before proposal

The joy of blaming
the welfare of despise
the thrill of supposing you're being taken advantage of
the dearest pleasure: to refuse
just like my wiser said:
Had it been a healthy, strong soul
my other road would have shouted: Hurray!
instead, his eyes went brittle and hysterical
What he could though, open his mouth excited
in the morning air
he didn't

Reckless

There's an extremely tall difference between
dying
and
being erased from the Existence itself
there's a third state too
a walking dead could tell you it's most painful
funerals guarantee the chance for burial
for growing into a tree, then
be spread with the wind
new seed or gas or waters, then cloud and
life again, here and There
I for one don't know any
vanished forever
must have been the asset of ancient times of
gods, fairies and witches
or human is simply more
than goblin, pegasus, cyclops, moira, medusa or elf
the only most certainly real and impossible to undo
easiest to cast to
your kind: the already hurt
masters in erasing the Existence
and burying tomorrow
from the height of their career
exquisite crime scene preservers

give now mountains of gold
for the small piece of wood
light some fire
quiet wooden horsy blind

He had dreamt about this moment
his entire life
he had been picturing a perfectly simple white veil
the mild wind with a few rain drops coming down
for abundance
the blue garter somewhere up on the leg
the greek style white dress as long as the aisle
no, longer, leaning on the church's stairs
no, longer, across the streets and avenues
over and around the hills behind his home
but
from somewhere else far away
something is suddenly pulling it all
silk and lace and priest
rives and drags the bodies out of the monastery
in blood 
on the stairs and streets and avenues and hills and inside his home
where
now you can hear from the street
a voice screaming from the bedroom "yes! yes!" and
another from the basement shouting the same

Dream, no fairy

I was walking down the aisle
last night
in your bed
"Don't come back without
the dragon's head!
Sleigh it in between the sheets
like
last didn't have time to
as others just never could
lie it's heart on the pillow and
drop its eye in my night gown
for it should open wide next morning
see our future through
two silver happy tears"

I thee wed

I've just finished...drained, swept!
750 ml of cherry compote
he he.. he... one can't get drunk from that
can they ?! then again,
I've been in severe pain for the past years, so..

I was having some trouble with a toe nail earlier tonight
...my dad helps my mom with that
ever since I can remember
with polishing her shoes too
your embrace is the only pain killer
that works on me
your voice,
my personal brand of drugs

...she took care of him after his surgery
she walked the way to the hospital back and forth while
fighting her own excruciating bone problems
I'm a control freak, but
having your baby seems safe

remember that land on the hills
you wanted to buy and build
our home on
I can not stop looking at the clouds
imagining some sort of ray that
could take my thoughts to you
I do not know when to give up so
maybe I am not an honorable person
I love you and I know you
...not knowing which one's bigger
come back home with me
be happy for the first time in
our lives

Afraid

Mother,
your frozen milk
thickens my veins these days
Father,
your voice does the same
small broken islands of each
caress my blood,
brush it with love and
call it home from the playground
for supper
My blood rejoices and
too heavy now
brakes into pieces the doll house chair
Dad!
Mom!!
seated on the floor
I accept my plate and the glass
your table and your chairs
grow taller and taller
my blood smiles
walks its path slower
to be able to grasp as much as possible of
the details of your sight
barely flows anymore
only ticking then
it stops
as I desperately desire to stand still
...maybe this will help!...

The powerful who mate

The last lion left
was walking the face of the earth
with a trashed shoulder,
ok,
stumbling into lots of wrecked fur
it drags along, sure,
terrorized by huge hunger and thirst visions,
we know.
nevertheless it doesn't long for siblings,
savanna big catches or crystal clear rivers
its dreams are all about birds and seeds


It wakes up with plump partridges
between his eyelids
unfolded peacocks crowd him
along his path through cities
both the sun and clouds send millions of egrets
these days and
every time he approaches
eaves or a tree
looking for shade or shelter
these all turn into
pouring mountains of grains
oh!so many colours!
look!! see?!
wow...

Phoenix interview

I miss myself
the one hanging every day
by a spider thread
to draw signs
carve them
big
I am so close to going insane
Alzheimer is now as easy as a mass flu
...to hug that highly contagious man
leaning unconscious over the dam over there
so inviting
close at hand as a jar
of whatever


Loosing me forever?
I can easily see myself
continuously gazing at a lost moment in time
talking to you out loud, then
throwing things
quarreling about
"how could you leave like that..."
for some long years
and then dead


But it's ok
I moved to Argos, Greece and
I lately have been using this tone that
sounds deadly alluring and
colder and colder
and colder

Iacătă...

9
mai mult decat 8
mai putin insa ca 10
destul de mult
numai nu cat ar trebui
aproape, dar nu intreg
9 si-o lume schioapa in acelasi fel
unde nu te-ai astepta
de unde nu se darama daca nu este
dar putrezeste cu iz de sfincter si
ramane malos, iara
scarbosenia nu arde, deci
nu naste nimic din umedul ei

D-apoi mai stai si mai si socotesti
anume, sa necajesti ca numai pana aci stiu sa te numere?
pentru asemenea legatura cu Lumea???

Twilight premature

Is it the ones who own the riches
we, the commoners, drool at the thought of
do not value these at all?
or
Is it the supreme gifts of life are
careless, clumsy lizards
which always hop on poor heads?
or
is it that this cruel monster called life
is only used to having the time of its life
being unjust?

or is it that time
has no time to waste on
brats like me and it is so that
I permanently end up finding myself without it
or even more tragically
out of it
and missing the far away

Upside down

It's as if there were plains down in hell
It's as if Heaven had things to sell

I've been trying to forget who you are
I've been struggling not to look at your star
They said
that if you could not hear my song
you won't stand tall against it for so long

But throughout all this time
my heart
has been telling you ok
has been saying all right
has been asking you to fight
has been begging you to stay

so how come...
how on earth can my yes stand in our way???

New Year's Eve

scatter last year into glances
as a world war radio awaken in the future would
make the loud sound of this world ending burst
take my hand and
as you feel the Grand Canyon and all seas
being swept away
just close your eyes and listen

Truth be told

I mean... no, listen... you know that
in our society
youth out rates old
tall out rates short
beautiful out rates smart
so...
mine???
by mistake maybe
borrowed
for a while
or due to lack of anything else to do
This is a man of his own church
his own faith and belief
To be dared with a stick
be indicated where to hop on the
stretched strings and
when to wave a paw to the crowd
jump through burning circles and
stand on two legs
without a single roar...
this man is the beast of his circus
the, I tell you, the!
The One!

beautiful and blind
an ought to
no harm to the world
just sorrow

but what about the ancient call inside of you?