ILLUD AD SPECULAE

Far beyond

A bounce of red chalices

Landed on sulphur of thought

It is said from trunked vows of venomous tongue:

I am the night at fallen hope’s season

My curtain failed  to daemon’s whistled fears

I dare to laugh though it’s broken sparkles of sanity

Might be spelled : sound-like

Deaf patterns of molded shrikes

Where tissue desires unbound the voracious  hand of knowledge

Untouched

I have sunken under hellish power of faith

Faith?

A forbidden wish

An infinity of foolish credos drown into acid

‘ve  got strength  upon universal concealment

From all

May crawl by now…………

Orationes

Author’s comment: Be gone to its forsaken human breed, I gratify its benevolence  knowledge  and its immaculate misconception to FREEDOM OF THOUGHT

I may spring  from  all

whereas I am flirting to Time’s

Lost to mid-way

Escaped graph on my words

Of all

Should begotten  though by  its meaningless

Matters ?

Rough  vows

A pyre unbound

Spit fire

Lore be trapped

By freedom

Nor will be crowned of despised

Crowds

Hooligans’ sharped  tongues may scream

Loud

Their shouts have conquered  the bricked road

Of poor minded venomous guts

Speechless be found  and I  lost

In delusion

Nor by its dust

Or of rust to your thought

A silent playground for all

Landed to inglorious mankind

A broken connection

May ‘bound

To its faceless pride

Applause

Shake hands

An bloodshed

Be still

Then ARISE…….

28.11.2011

The 5-th Scream

Folio’s  loud voice  may speak:

‘’Beheaded Truth and filthy

Alongside  to its trails of madness

Nor sanity could forbid any of my immaculate

Judgments

Nor murderer may crawl such an harsh bloody-faced

Above my bowl

A drowned world  develops its patterns

Deep and hither to my ears

And voices sung so  mean

The hour

The hour

The hours –

shrieks

My empowered words have got

Connected with the bones

And ashen fingers

 Broken past-

I growl  for no reason

Unbound thy  voiceless worm

Though may be called reality

I speak to thy  you hungered puppets

Play into the cradle

Now it’s time

I have no need of language

Nor of your insane  systems

To recall

Of my greed and power

My own dirty hands

Nor cleansed  have christened my tears 

Good - now you have seen through all

Have you seen

Nor likeness or merciful sympathy

It all be dust

Let it be dust and spoiled sorrows’’

24.11.2011

Sneered

Motto:World is expressing the static emotion of the self....

On a leaf:

I rewarded motions to hope’s facsimile

Though it has been thought like

Fancy digressions  to  its multiple echo

Unbound my will, thou hast it’s Time

Would flirt some more to fired up bones?

A monochrome waltz with an iced glance

To octopus’s laugh at me

Though pointless Clown has hidden

Words into her claws

A matter to unveiled DUST.

Connect my sunken hours deep

Embrace the fearless hour

To convey the unlocked gaunt

The sorrow’s sunset on beneath

Discarded faith of velvet notes

Tomorrow!

11.10.2011, Velvet Notes by Maude

Ecou Candid

Nu  e  Timp.

Va fi timp.

A fost timp

Infinit 

Intrun gand nascocit .

Printre betoane arse de soare,

Pe care zambetul l-a sters,

In bataia razelor .

A fost timp

Intrun joc fatidic

Pe asfaltul incis

De ploaie

Si ore nescrise.

Fugar,

Va fi timp

Intrun alt labirint ,

Oaches si palid,

Cu litere frumos arcuite

Scris  monocrom

O fraza

Va fi timp

Candid  un ecou

Speranta.

22.11.2011, 12:31 AM

Evisceratium

Un varf de cunoastere

Si-o muchie de speranta,

Isi impart putinul ,

Intre clepsidre hibride,

O memorie atemporala,

Fara priviri si  valsuri ruginite

Poate melancolia

Unui anotimp peren

Sa spele amintirea

Cu eu-uri disipate ?

Ecouri vexate de gand,

Absolvit  de teama,

Omul

Fredona  un cuvant necunoscut,

Despre un razboi inexistent.

Eu –un ego hibrid

Pe-o limba  de nisip.

Yellow Broom, 27 July 2010,  Liverpool, Merseyside, United  Kigdom

Transparency

I wished to cover up symbols

with BRICKS

What can be more bad than a word?!

Meanings are hanged off 

a dead signifier to a mourned signified:

           

  

"The language of signs is full of code to life’s and sounds"

A text unwritten to the wall:

       

"High hopes,

       

  high hopes,

         

  high hopes............."

A dusty mouth says : "Leave no retreat"