Land of dreams

                                    Culorile melancoliei     

Auzi? cade petala din floare,
zici că se scutură?... nu, moare!
auzi cum geme vântul lovit de ram?
poate vântul eu eram,
lovit de ramurile cuvintelor tale,
am rămas fără petale...

Cândva întâmpinam noaptea în doi...
acum singurătatea e mesager între noi;
unde eşti să-mi legeni insomnia,
să-ngrop regretele, să uit melancolia,
să-mi ridic aripa în ultim zbor spre vis,
să scriu un ultim rând din ce n-am scris.

Pe rănile amintirilor cununi de spini îmbrac,
cu taina nopţii durerea îmi împac,
lumina sting, deschid fereastra,
alung durearea neagră despre amintire albastră,
cu dor te caut pe pierdută cale,
mai sunt vii sentimentele tale?
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Luntrea vieţii mă poartă din val în val,
rătăcind printre vise, departe de mal,
fiecare vis e un val, fiecare val e un vis,
dor neiubit, cuvânt nescris,
sărut imprimat pe scrisoarea neexpediată,
din ce n-a fost odată...

                                       Toamna       

Plouă... pământul spuzit plăcerea savurează,
din belşug miroase a toamnă şi melancolie,
obosită și tristă tăcerea vibrează,
– ce e trecut, n-o să mai fie;
toamne tot o să vină şi plece,
doar viaţa numai se trece.

Plouă... natura se împrospătează
în culorile belşugului fardată,
valsul plecării toamna dansează,
frunze scuturând la fiecare poartă;
ca să revină la anu, o toamnă mai pleacă,
câţi din noi o s-aştepte să te petreacă?

Plouă...lacrimile cerului setea fierbinte irigă,
strugurii cuminţi sângele lui Hristos nasc,
timpul din fugă ne strigă,
să nu dăm şi viaţa la teasc;
plouă... e toamnă, e viaţă, e bine,
tu eşti cu mine.

                                Vis      

Râul sufletului meu fără luntrea sentimentelor tale,
nu-şi mai poartă apele pe albia firească,
amorţite-s undele în fior de aşteptare;
chemarea dorului să vâslească,
spre luminişul împăcării,
din limanul iertării.

Vii uneori în nopţi cu vise anonime,
te văd la căpătâiul meu îngândurată,
ştiu, ai cuvinte de reproşuri pline,
te implor – spune odată,
mai eşti lopătar în luntrea iubirii,
sau poză în albumul amintirii.
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Rugina timpului nu poate şterge urmele tale,
ale iubirii petale...

                          Road violet and silent trees         

                                 Clipe de toamna      

Rupe din viaţă o clipă
Şi te uită,
Cum cade o frunză
Timpul o schimbă
Din al său verde crud
Pe pământul ce-i ud
Spre galben roşcat
Acum, când şi dealul pare vărgat
De fugile iepurilor în lung şi lat,
Iar frunza ajunge la maroniu
Cu tentă de pământiu
Într-un târziu
Ca o ultimă tuşă
Trasă de o mână nevăzută
Si fără mănuşă
La al toamnei castel
Ce din frunze, clădit e şi el.

Mai rupe o clipă
Că ea… a ta viaţă n-o strică
Şi admiră
Iar de poţi şi cânta la a ta liră,
Splendoarea culorilor frunzei căzute
Pe care ai vrea, s-o apropii de buze
Ca pe-un fruct
Copt şi rupt
De-a ta mână de om
Din acel pom
Pe care apoi,
Când l-ai privit,
Ai zărit:
Cum frunza l-a părăsit
Întruna din clipele
Timpului fără sfârşit.

                                 Frunze moarte    

Paranoic vântul bate și în vânt
pădurea leagănă crengile-i pustii.
Pustiu e codrul, doar pământul
păstrează un covor cu frunze aurii.
Iluzoriu soarele sclipește printre nori;
Pe câmpul uscăcios răsar uscate flori;
Sub cupola cerului zboară negre stoluri,
Se pierd în orizont, rătăcesc în nouri.
Timpul bleg aleargă șchiopătând,
Zboară chior pe-aripi de vânt.
Mireasma frunzelor de nuc și-al ierbii vestejite,
Pribeag adie prin văzduh, mirosuri rătăcite.
Spațiul suferă schimbări de o senzație străină
Iar în orizont răsare un curcubeu plin de rugină.
E toamnă, frunza-i rară, podgoriile-s pustii,
S-au strâns și fructe și legume,
Pustii sunt lanuri și câmpii. 

                              Toamna   

Paranoic vântul bate și în vânt
pădurea leagănă crengile-i pustii.
Pustiu e codrul, doar pământul
păstrează un covor cu frunze aurii.
Iluzoriu soarele sclipește printre nori;
Pe câmpul uscăcios răsar uscate flori;
Sub cupola cerului zboară negre stoluri,
Se pierd în orizont, rătăcesc în nouri.
Timpul bleg aleargă șchiopătând,
Zboară chior pe-aripi de vânt.
Mireasma frunzelor de nuc și-al ierbii vestejite,
Pribeag adie prin văzduh, mirosuri rătăcite.
Spațiul suferă schimbări de o senzație străină
Iar în orizont răsare un curcubeu plin de rugină.
E toamnă, frunza-i rară, podgoriile-s pustii,
S-au strâns și fructe și legume,
Pustii sunt lanuri și câmpii. 

                                 Vant de toamna     

Cad frunzele în codru
Și vântul lin adie
Văzduhu-n zori răsună
De grea melancolie

Grăbite păsări multe
Tot ceru a împânzit
Zăresc în haos mare
Spre largul răsărit

Bătrînul soare scade
Nu mai admiră flori
Renunță și adoarme
În perne moi de nori

Câmpia vestezită
E tristă și săracă
Nu are flori în salbe
Și gâze pentru joacă

Cu undele în tremur
Un loc în vale geme
Avuse mari coșmaruri
Și slab fiind se teme

E tristă armonie
În lumea fermecată
Iar vântul lin adie
În noaptea întunecată

Din bolta cea albastră
Cad stele mii și mii
E frig ,e jale mare
În plopii străvezii

Natura pare moartă
E trist ,fără suflare
În codrii fără viață
O lume nouă moare

Atât cât prinzi cu ochii
E plin de farmec vrajă
Căci toamna e regină
Și vântul rece strajă!

                                Vant de toamna      

 

                                         Poem de toamna       

pomii se dau pe-ndelete cu însingurarea
îşi pregătesc migălos adormirea

Frunză cu frunză
Arsă de soare
Leagănă ramul
Leagănă ramuri

frunză de frunză desprinsă în vânt
se îmbată cu aur dansând
fire steluţe împresoară câmpul
înfloreşte alb pământul

                                    Adio, toamna!      

Adio, toamna, te privesc prin geam.
Mai cade-o frunza de pe vechiul ram.
Siroaie reci din cer margele curg,
Iar clipe triste tot se scurg, se scurg...

De cite ori te-astept in viata-mi lina
Vii tot mai tinara, iar eu-tot mai putina
Te-astept sa-mi vii din nou cu zile calde,
Iar tu mi-aduci in dar suvite albe...

Frumoasa toamna, vei veni din nou,
Chiar si atunci, cind eu voi fi ecou...
La fel va fi si ploaia, si-al tau vint
Stapina-mi esti mereu pe-acest Pamint!

Adio, toamna,te petrec cu drag
Sau... ma petreci? Din ramuri frunze cad.
Tu vii si pleci, tu mori si'nvii- se pare
Vei exista atit, cit este soare!              

                                     Melancholy     

Complement me, I will deny it.
Be friendly to me, I will wounder why.
Smile at me, I will look away.
Wink at me, I will check for my wallet.
Kiss me, I will doubt your intentions.
Ignore me, I will fade away.

My melancholy self, needs some help.

                                Melancholy    

Some times I just break down and cry,
Some times my heart tells me that I want to die,
Let me be,
Someone please rescue me,
I sleep with my poison thoughts,
Even though there so terribly infatuating,
I can only spend my time accumulating,
My melancholy mind,
Setting up a tight bind,
I live to be just so sad,
How did I ever get this bad?,
Am I going mad?,
No this is just my Melancholy Mind

                                     Melancholy      

To lose you
is to have you
Each passing hour
Waiting to gain an our

To look at you
is to see the world
Petals unfolding
Living without knowing

To talk
is to know how to walk
Through your dark twisted games
Flickering warmth of the flames

To let you go
is to die alone
No hand to reach the sky
Decorating the pain with lie
I never wonder why

                                Melancholy     

briefly there's a window easily accessed.
its rare loneliness, still touches, skin deep
it's the night with windows rolled down
with empty roads. it's the rain
on the lake, and no one knows;
they've rolled down the blinds.
it's the dusk and moonless sky,
cautious awareness of dim lit
stars, though they hide.
it's a storm in no where, winds
never die, and there's cold
felt through your skin, and
you're feeling a hundred
years old.

                                     Melancholy     

My heart aches when I remember
The time we spent together
Talking, laughing, smiling, loving.

But time fades memories away
Like an old Polaroid without an owner.
All that's left is pain and torment.

A few tears can bring a whole fortress down,
As long as the pain is directed to the heart,
And nothing is left, but a terrible scar.

I want you, but I don't want you.

                                   Melancholy      

There are no words to explain,
Exactly how you look,
When I can finally see the pain
Lift from your eyes
And there is no way to describe
The feeling I get when you look into mine.
Your flawless warmth radiating through my frozen body, I can feel the smile spread from my lips
To my heart,
Opening my lungs with the melancholy joy you fill me with.
You're perfection that is much too beautiful to walk this earth,
And I'm sorry you must bear the pain that comes with it,
And I'm sorry you've fallen for me,
That you've fallen for a mess.
I'm a joke, I'm garbage, I'm a wasteland,
But though I'm a mess,
I am a mess that loves you like no other mess could,
And there are no words to describe
How I am not sorry
That I have fallen for you.

                                  Melancholy    

It's amazing,
How when one is down in the dumps
one finds melancholy in everything
Like the simple sound of water as it collects in the porcelain sink

Stark loneliness like razor blades licking the flesh
The piercing silence once cherished becomes unbearable
Sometimes all a human needs is the sound of another person flipping pages in the next room

No trace of the morning's lucidity
Or serenity

Like clockwork the numbing ensues

The perennial rain complements the lingering depression
And so does the black hoodie on my back.

                                   Melancholy     

The wind tickles my moustache
cigarette tips its ash
must remember to get that waxed
or relationship could be axed

My hair is looking grey
better buy that dye today
my nails look discoloured
but couldn’t be bothered

Still got the voucher for the gym
I’ll put that in a card for him
Son’s birthday coming up, 25
open lines of communication, strive

Today’s feeling is melancholy
haven’t got the energy to be jolly
ah, here’s the bus
paste on smile, face life thus

                                 Melancholy     

Lights forgive a certain gloom deep inside
Standing under the sun, I hear the command undone.
But when I look up to it, I feel the hurt within
Too much of something has always been bad.

Rusted tears fall from my eyes,
Pleading to let go of the diabolic deeds of days bygone.
The more I try to bury it within,
The lesser the effort it takes to remember them again.

Dreamers sit by the banks of a river,
Looking out at the valleys, as the grey clouds settle in.
My mind awash with a million thoughts of betrayal
The destruction of a broken soul slowly starts to kick in.

 

                                Melancholy     

I see people in the mirror
I hear voices around my head
I see a little guy on my shoulder looking at my head
Theres a little heart in my chest looking all red with no set

Round shining dots with no twinkle in the sky
Bees on flowers with pointy needles seeking honey in my mind
Cars of the road never less travelled cause of foot prints there but also... just there

Objects of non creation stationed to not hear
Notes of words never sung
Strings of guitars charging my phone
This is the afterlife of creation breaking the peter of where i am

                                       Melancholy      

Standing all alone at dusk, at dusk
Watching stars join the moon one by one
On her journey through the night
I reach out with my left hand clutching air
Where your right used to be

I want to run away, far away
Far away from these memories
And maybe find a new dawn
Where we can watch the sun rise again
Over the mountains that kept us apart

The things that brought me to you
I can't find them anymore
Like an old rusted, worn-out road sign
The letters don't make sense no more

                                       Melancholy     

The black clouds hath not warn me, nor the pale dusk,
With you by my side, I couldn't see the sign,
You will remain in my heart forever; you can erase me if you must,
Loneliness shall be my dinner, tears my vine.

I know it wasn't easy, I know it wasn't fair,
We had laughter, we had our sadness; we had our share.
I don’t want you to forgive me, I won’t apologize,
I’ll remember our love throughout eternity, only coming back to you wouldn't be wise.

                                        Melancholy    

In the single drop of your tears
I could feel the core of your heart
Deep in mourning for years
Now the tears roll down silently
For years, submerging your soul
In the sea of melancholy
Waiting for someone to hold your hand
And pull you towards the shore

 

                                     Melancholy   

what a dreary blank expression
she carries on her pretty face.
as the breeze kisses her neck
slightly more than she’d like
she feels cold.
it’s time to go inside.
but before any motivation to get up
reaches her apathetic mind
she sits there, cold
and thinks, nothing

                                   Melancholy   

You call this a journey,
so I'm looking for my path.
Feeling lost beyond this road;
in a state of confusion
with no more comfort illusions.
I'm going nowhere,
yet feeling rushed.
Just looking for some answers,
to questions not even known.
Like a dark cloud pending rain,
I'm waiting for my downpour.
I'd ask for your hand,
but I don't even know where I am.

                                    Melancholy    

here you are,
sadly bittersweet.

you are the persisting vision
of a falling star.
its trail of light
remain before me
even after it’s long been gone.
i’ve tried to catch it
with my feeble hands,
only to grasp nothingness.

you are the aftermath
of an earthquake,
of which i found myself
at its epicenter.
even after rebuilding,
i found
that nothing is
as it was.

you are the tune
that keeps playing
over and over again
inside my head.
i’ve being lss-ing
over your memories,
singing a song
i’m not sure
if i’ll ever hear again.

you are an aftertaste,
a persisting vision,
an aftermath,
an lss
that i wrap around myself,
holding me together,
keeping me from falling apar

                                      Melancholy   

Melancholy,
you spiteful bitch.
Creeping in,
seeping ever deeper
into my bones.
Nestling in and making
a nice little home for yourself.
You weren't invited in here
And yet you come in, obviously
planning a lengthy stay.
Please just go the fuck away.
I can't stand it
when you come around
And hound me from the inside
Pounding on my brain
Controlling my very
train of thought
And surrounding my soul.
You threaten to
swallow me whole
You ravenous whore
And to tell the truth
I'm utterly bored with
this little dance we have.
Just stop, cease this game.
You have no place here.

                                              Malancholy   

Melancholy streets
fill my mind,
deranged moments
are easy to find.

On the corner
of hate and desire,
faith desserts me,
I am on the wire.

Bequeath my soul,
spread my wings.
Extinguish the fires,
finally I am free.

                                 Melancholia

You mustn’t look behind
You mustn’t look ahead
Stay in the sideways they say but it can be hard when surrounded by cunts
Your future is bleak and non-existent
Your past too melancholic
So sideways you look regardless of the numbing pain engulfing you
Your foreground fades to background
Your background foregrounds, highlighting futility
Looking sideways is how you stay until future and past collide

You should’ve looked behind while the choice was there
Or ahead, at least

                             Melancholia

I'm very tired
And it's very late at night
My thoughts keep me up
It's getting harder to fight

I think about my failures
And everything I've done wrong
How I fuck everything up
It's all a familiar song

My words are getting literal
I can't disguise my guilt
The hatred for myself
In every direction it's built

Well rhyming gets so hard
When I try to write my mind
Because I'm unable to find the words
That could shed light

Even without a rhyme or a rhythm I find it hard to articulate these dangerous thoughts I have. As many writers do, we have this sense of frustration because no combination of syllables can really portray the emptiness and sadness that lives in us. Styron called it "melancholia", but not even that will suffice.

                   Melancholia

Heavy clanging of funeral bells greet
newer, bleaker days in the same turmoil.
Men and Women alike run fast to meet
greener grass sprouting out the same black soil.
I cut laugh lines into my pallid face
and throw my head 'neath freight trains each new morn'
I find little solace or change of pace
in carving the page to express my scorn.
My dark fantasies of death and sorrow
plague my night and cast shadow over day.
The other souls are simple, vain and weak
that shuffle on wires with little to say
and no fighting spirit of which to speak.
For each smile, there runs a bitter tear.
Just let me sleep, wake me when Death comes near.
It's been a long day.

 

                               Melancholia

The beautiful entity that hides in the walls of insecurities,
Drenched in septic opinions.
Purity in a brink of lost from the influence of invisible fears,
Drowning, almost - breathlessness…
Little bit of innocence and its essence, survived!
Making life still worthwhile.

                                  Melancholia

As the angels burn on by, like comets in the sky
Where madmen worship dreams & the rabbits dance and sing
I think I've lost a piece of me
We'll drown out sounds of lies & stay hidden from the spies
A slithering serpentine with venomous reality
I'll fade away in me, to a star struck fantasy

As the children tumble down, to a hidden underground
We'll dilute the world of men & close our eyes again
& the embers never fade, in a land of heart & spade
We'll wash away the words

As the kings & queens wage war
The jesters dance & I adore
In a kingdom crumble, I've stepped and stumbled
& the inner city ghouls, my friends among the fools
Cling to the night
The bright spotlight, of the night

                                                  Melancholia

Again I hide in the empty shadows
like a lumbering beast
felled by the pain of an ancient wound

A familiar suffocating grief
flows along salty streams
that carry me to sleep's warm embrace

I am gone, lost, fading day by endless day
hearing only the hum of the living world
and the endless ticking of the clock

Blindly I've stumbled upon
the well worn pathways of self rebuke
so strangely reassuring to me now

The ghosts smell blood in the water
already they are circling
sleep, sleep, blessed black velvet sleep

                                           Melancholia

Mistakes made in maddened misery
Elation escaped her ear to ear
Loathing latent loosened lament
Anger to anguish assuredly
Nebulous nightmares negate naivety
Crushing cold creeping constantly
Hazardous heart helplessly heaving
Obstinate obstruction oblivious
Love left limping leisurely
Incessantly I imagine ineffective ideas
As annihilation acts to apprehend me

                                                    Melancholia

It's rearing,
soaring close to earth,
every hour you lift your hanger
to see how close it's getting
and it's approaching
soon it will all be over
we will all be done
all of our attempts at life
wasted or spent well
because in an hour
the earth will be no more
melancholia will have swallowed us whole

 

                                       Melancholia

I'm not sure if you and I have ever
been apart, long enough to make me
wrest my dark secrets
and revive you from the back of
my manic mind.

You have been my companion
for however long it could have been
and I have tried as much as I can
to run from you.
Away from you.

But sooner or later,
your easy reach into my soul of torment:
you know where to hide, where to look for
the things I thought I lost,
will make me return to you.

And with this silence,
I thee wed.                

                                         Melancholia

Head to toe black.
My roommate says elegant
I say funeral.
It matches my mood.
I am dressed as my muse
Melancholia.
I am waiting, silently,
for the blow.
I am waiting silently
for unanswered questions.
I am waiting,
silently,
with bated breath.                

                                   Melancholia

It's a melancholy kind of midnight as I sit here chasing dreams,
Whiling away the hours with my well-worn reveries.
Cocooning myself in a blanket of whimsy as the moonlight gleams,
I melt into a world where I am welcomed heartily.

                 

                                    Melancholia

after months of darkness
i take little pills of light

i don't know who i am
anymore
without the sadness
without the shadows
without the dreams of death

i am ordinary
and i'm not sure
how to deal with that

               

                               Melancholia

Melancholia in the waiting room
Feckless amongst the flowers
I'm the bouquet of gardenias
for June
My mouth like gossamers --
Like Sumatran tigers
Like silver shoes
Eats the snake before the fruit
And my sickly feet like her own
Albescent and poor
Like the melancholia of the moon
Like a deathless pining for ephemeral embodiments—infinitely unfulfilled

                                 Melancholic Melody

The first song I ever drummed to
Was also, unfortunately,
The last song I ever drummed to.

But I'll never forget the way
The drumsticks fitted into my palms
And the rhythm just seemed to flow;
It all seemed so natural

The way my hands hit the drum and
My leg slammed the pedal,
All that anger channelled into a

Beautiful beat.

To that magical instrument I not yet have,
Fear not for we will one day reunite.
I will play you with
The beat of my heart,
Let the music flow and
Emotion part.

Thank you for returning
My right of expression.

                                         Melancholia

Your absence sits on my skin

As layers and layers  

Of  Melancholia

Feeding off

My flesh and bones

Until I m no more

But Melancholia.            

                                       

                             Moments of meditations           

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                           Toamna pe malul lacului              

                                           Mama

In noaptea eterna, lumanarile-s stinse,

Te caut mama, prin cioburi de vise,

Cu aer peren, vagi forme imbraci,

Din camera ta, te aud cum taci.

Ce-ntarzie clipa, acum si mereu,

Cand ma vei afla cu plansetul meu?

La icoana ta, aici, ma inchin,

Privirea cobor si ma stau putin...

                                      Amurg

De liniste cuprins, murit-am deci sau mi se pare, 

Ca simt miasma ierbii, suav miros de floare,

Pamant intins in zare....in palcuri curg ciulinii,
Se-nchide ochiul apei pe urmele luminii.
Trec pasari. Mai sus ca sufletu-mi de ceara,
La marginea padurii, cu umbre, ma-mpresoara.
Amurg, incet, coboara, cu aripi moi si reci,
De liniste cuprins, murit-am deci....

                                       Ploua-ntr-o zi ...

Taram intr-o zi, iar, fiinta cu mine,

Facea echilibru precar, poteca cu rime.

Romantice visuri pluteau prin baltoace,

De ploaia atinse, cu stropii de ace.

Si inima uda-n-zadar astepta...

Si norii tacuti picurau lipsa Ta....

De mila-mi plangea vazduhul apos,

Suspine curgeau acide in os...