Omul indragostit

Departe de lumea de dupa ferestra acoperita de patura aparentelor de care nu reusim sa trecem,
Departe de ingineria sunetelor aruncate din satelit inapoi in lumea insetata de raze nocive,
Departe de veninul oamenilor fara caracter,
Departe de pamant, departe de cer,
Undeva acolo in patul sifonat,
Sta aruncat un corp gol.
Lumina in camera deloc,
Decat pe hol.
Corpul nu se vede, dar eu il vad,
Oamenii nu il vad, desi el exista.
Nu e transparent, nu e invizibil,
E doar acolo pentru ca eu sa-l vad
Si nimeni altcineva.
E secretul meu cu viata mea.
Mintea mea se joaca,
Dar sufletu-mi e plin.
Nu-mi lipseste nimic din ce n-am nevoie,
Iar tot ce am nevoie am.
In noptile reci si pustii,
Imi lipseste sufletul tau legat de al meu,
Mana mea intr-a ta,
Zambetul tau si gandirea.
Imi lipseste glasul tau senin.
Imi lipsesti tu...
Sub toate formele, sub toate aspectele,
Mintea mea refuza sa se minta
SI te cauta in permanenta.
Imi lipsesti tu.....

Art Attack Poetry Contest Poems

Va prezint 3 poezii scrise de mine si trimise la Art Attack Poetry Contest, Cehia.. Subiectul era: probleme sociale actuale, rezolvare, cauza, concluzie. Va doresc lectura placuta si daca va face placere, lasati un comentariu cu o parere...

I can see you

I can see you sitting there for hours.
Looking at all people like there’s no tomorrow.
No hand to grab when you’re down
No good advice to follow around.

I can see you there with nothing in your soul.
The emptiness that fills your heart has no echo.
No hand to pat your back when you’re feeling down
Only tears pour down your lonesome frown.

I can see you there with hope in your eyes
Judging us like you’re a devil in disguise.
No whisper to tell you that you’re wrong,
No guidance in this world. You’re all alone.

I can see you there and I wonder what if..
What if I was in your place,
If that would be me,
Would I still think like this?

Would I be still smiling
If I would have no food
No roof over my head
Oh, I would be so nude.

No dreams in my sleep at night when people rest,
Not even nightmares, and no this is no test.
I wouldn’t dare to look someone right in the eye
Because he has a life and I just have a cry.

I can see me there, right there on the street
With an endless line of possibilities
Which one would I pick?
Should I be selling drugs to have money to buy bread?
Or should I steal and kill? What would I pick instead?

I can see me crying and being so alone
I can see me through your eyes,
In the afternoons when you walk to your home.
I can see me reflecting from your eyes, but why?
You don’t even look at me, I’m just a ghost, that’s why.

Don’t dare to judge the weak
And what you don’t understand
Don’t be afraid to give me
Just a helping hand.



The story of an old man

They say this is a story
With no end and no beginning
A story that lasts for ever
with no purpose and no meaning.

The story of a man
That sits down in the street
No one knows his name
Not even he knows it.

He doesn’t have a home
He just has a dog
He lives all alone
In the streets covered with fog.

No one ever saw the old man smile
Not even he remembers how,
Since he last smiled
It has been a while.

But one black day,
The old man falls ill
No friend to have beside him,
For him no one cares to heal.

Soon afterwards,
The old man dies alone
No family to greave him
Alone in the crowded world.

No one saw him live
And no one saw him die
I’m the only one that saw him
I’m the dog, that’s why.


Little Ann

My name is little Ann,
And I don’t have a home,
My parents abandoned me,
And now I’m all alone.

I have just a doll,
A blouse and some pants,
A pair of sneakers
And that’s about all I have.

I’m just seven years old,
But I’m not scared
I learned the city by heart
The city is my bed.

And at night,
When the stars shine upon
I usually make a wish
And put my blanket on.

I wish that my mom
Would come looking for me,
That she would take me back home
Because I didn’t do nothing.

But sometimes at night,
I get so alone,
I get so scared,
I start to cry alone.

And when the tears come down my face
I pray God to be kind,
I want to have a home,
Why can’t I have? Just why?

I promise to be good,
I promise to make my bed,
I promise I’ll feed the fish,
Or dog, but now instead,
Instead of being happy,
And starting school in september ,
I live a life with nothing,
A life I don’t want to remember.

Uneori

Uneori as vrea sa pot sa ma transform intr-un glob de cristal
Cu pachetele mecanice albe sa pot sa dispar,
Sa ma fac apa si aer si sol,
Sa ma pot ascunde sub un covor.

Uneori simt nevoia sa inchid ochii si sa tac
Pentru a putea citi cu ochii mintii
Adevarul adevarat.

Uneori simt ca zidurile cad
Fara incetare,
Raman pribeag...

Nota de plata

O bucata de hartie colorata.
Un pai verde intr-un pahar de apa.
Un numar scris pe hartia colorata.
Numarul de telefon?
Nu.
E doar nota de plata...

Portativul

In oglinda din magazinul gol
Patrundeau amintiri ce sufoca
Orice glas si orice nota.
Portativ pe trotuarul gol
Oameni de note muzicale
Valseaza pe munti de apa cristalina.
Aglomeratie pustie in mintea mea,
Amintiri aruncate
Zambete furate,
Ganduri ce uneori imi dau dreptate.
Din cantecul notelor muzicale
Cazute de pe portativ
Ai putea sa recreezi
Visul unei nopti de vara
Sau
Dulcea placere amara,
Ce in noptile reci ne inconjoara
Ca o patura de nori.