Asleep

Closed I’ve been in my own mind,
I’ve lost the sense of being kind;
I forgot the time I’ve been awake,
I just revolve for goodness’ sake.

The words are blind for me to see
The black and white of being free;
Pure the dirt I clear within
Empty the senses in shells of skin.

Too long asleep in my own dream,
Caught between world and self-esteem;
Don’t pity me, you’re dreaming too –
Those who awake alive are few!

Roman

Raman roman pan’la apus
Chiar de strain de tara’s dus
Prin zari sa-ncerc pribeag norocul
Sa-i fac pe plac al sortii jocul.

De casa-mi sunt instrainat,
Si chiar de liniste-am aflat,
Cutreier zilnic cu al meu gand
Locuri stiute rand pe rand.

Ma tot gandesc la tot ce am lasat,
La taina vietii de la sat,
La focul ce in toi de iarna
‘Calzea darnic a mea rana.

As vrea sa zbor in patul de acasa
Sa ma trezesc pe nepusa masa
Asteaptandu-ma-n prispa aburite
Bucatele de soi abia gatite;

In dulcele meu grai s-ascult
Vorbe duioase, de tumult,
Sa simt cuvinte sfredelinda
Canturi de jale, de colinda.

Nimic doru-mi nu potoleste,
Si chiar de viatza ma caleste
La fiecare gand de casa de tresar,
Imi sunt roman, dulce-amar.

Zori de toamna

Sublim, in zori de zi incanta toamna
Al meu amor hoinarind razna
Prin frunze coapte, pastelate,
Prin valuri de vant de timp uitate.

Se-aude susur de izvoara rece
Al meu gand dand sa-nece
In unda-i ce mi se revarsa
Intr-o cascada lina, zgomotoasa.

Sa-aduna norii pusi parca pe vrajba,
Ai mei pasi udati de iarba
Se adunda-n clipe de tacere
Cercand a timpului adiere.

Pierdut in slabe raze dand sa cada,
Pe al meu drum de promenada,
Trecut, prezent si clipe-ntruchipate
In panza vietii dupa noapte.

Dimineata de toamna

Fosnesc frunzele in susurul de ape
Plecate-n lume s-o strabata,
Cand de zori de ziua da sa crape,
Si zbor de viata sa razbata.

Sub pietre stropii dau sa se ascunda
Presati de norii ce molcom imi asuda,
Deodat’ un iepur’ tremuranda
Imi sare-n cale-ntr-o secunda.

Orasul parca se trezeste
Din amorteala ce-l cuprinse,
Natura mi se pregateste
De febra unei zile-aprinse.

Un glas plapand de zburatoare
Isi cata sotul printre ramuri,
Si cand apare ocrotitoare,
Ii gangureste dulce psalmuri.

Grupul de nori in zari dispare
Si-n alt colt de lume sa colinde
Cand dalbul soare da s-apare,
Pe bolta lumii sa se perinde.

In colbul noptii

In colbul noptii mii de stele
Se arata mintii stoluri, stoluri
Dand glas avid unei dorinte
De-a le atinge printre nouri.

Subit apare si dispare
Un soi de dara de lumina
A neuitarii inchinare
Cuiva un gand de cer alina.

Mai sus, mai sus catre Lactee
Imi zboara gandu-nemarginire
Aici jos printre-azalee
Degust a zilei implinire.

Ma simt adanc atins de ceruri
Cum ma-nconjoara de albastru
Cum zeci de sunete in mii de feluri
Ating sufletu-mi sihastru.

Il simt topindu-se-n tacere
Cuprins de-a noptii maretie,
Ma las in seama-i fara vrere
Prin eterna drumetie.

Zi de vara

Se alinta-n zori auzul,
Parca creste cucuruzul
Si tresare prins in valuri
Numai verde fara maluri
In albastrul cu voaluri.

Ah ce-mi place la amiaza
Sa-mi atin privirea treaza
Peste lanuri de verdeata -
Acel verde de te-ngeata
In a zilei arsita.

Creste ziua cat de mare
Soarele parca dispare
Intr-o lume sangeranda,
Prins in zarea tremuranda
De un vant ce se perinda.

Se mai vad inaripate
Cum cararea-i de strabate -
Se avanta printre ceruri
Multe pasari, multe feluri
De a-si spune-a zilei pasuri.

Ia, se lasa de-nserate,
Iara zarea-n pietate
Amorteste printre clipe,
Ale noptii line-aripe,
Dulce vise sa-nfiripe.

An empty house

An empty house bewailed its past
Just stripped of its precious nest,
Of furniture and all those goods,
That made it stand in neighborhoods.

It felt so naked, full of shame,
All days’ taste was full of lame,
It felt so lonely on the grounds,
How much it missed of joy’s sounds!

Day by day were passing through,
Viewers of the passing, few,
The sun, the moon and tiny stars,
And maybe few unseen quasars…

Breezing the air of late fall,
The days were getting evenly small,
The winter was there, it felt its breath,
And all above the empty stress.

The breath became longer, hardly felt,
Even the snow started to melt,
The spring was close and so much light,
It felt the space becoming bright.

The space grew in, and how much space,
It caught the shadows of day’s pace!
Relieved from grief and from the past,
Freed from worries, free at last!

About Me

How big the heart, how clean the soul,
How many things I can't control,
I can not tell if you can't see,
Nothing so special, it's just Me.

I like the wind, I like the sea,
I like the sky, I like to be,
Now, myself, selfless in time,
Between moments caught in rhyme.

I'm not too wise, shameless of me,
I strive to know the magic tree,
I've seen the bridge, even distant,
Enjoyment comes gallant.

Would you surrender?

Would you surrender your mind to a glance of silence,
Lost between sunset and the endless dawn,
Stopping the thoughts and the self in defiance,
Enlightening the spark of the supreme won?

Would you surrender your heart to truthful love,
Renouncing to lust, sin and refusal,
Embracing the others and all that’s above,
Deceiving yourself in senseless disapproval?

Would you surrender your soul to the Spirit,
Let it vibrate in a reckless ship,
When there’s no captain to stir it,
And there’s no faith to keep?

Would you surrender your life for noble causes.
Willing to give all that’s requested to give,
Taking all bullshit, taking no pauses,
Even if there’s no chance to succeed?

Would you surrender yourself to the mankind,
Raising yourself in a wave of deception,
Letting all that you love behind,
All that for a dream of redemption?

Would you surrender a minute in lifetime,
To fill the lives with moments of joy;
If not, then all you did in the space-time,
Your thoughts are just worlds full of decoy.

Reflections

Is not the poem that reflects
The sip of knowledge and reacts -
Is just the mind and all its build
Of reality and daily guilt.

Rising

Rising beyond the scent of knowledge,
Is something we have all courage,
Rising beyond the scent of day,
Is more that people daily pray.

Is just a rise above all,
Being stronger, being small,
Knowing flows in flawless springs,
And the nature of small things.

Small, too small, is never small,
Many people aspire tall,
Less of us have reached the mind,
To be inspired truly kind.

Sweeping

Sweep your faith
And make it clean
Of truthful faith

Keep Knocking

Keep knocking at Heaven’s door,
Maybe somebody’s on that floor,
Doors might open over time,
Benevolence is not a crime.

Keep knocking in rhythmic strive,
Look inside and just retrieve,
That thought of greatness that’s too small
To feet the size of us, all.

Keep knocking, even too late,
When life has reached its final fate;
Do not attempt to not pursue
The state of art we all have due!

Simplicity

From dust of time to midst of knowing
Thoughts back and forth constantly flowing,
Building space and raising knowledge,
All in just a bowl of porridge.

Life

From dawns to dawns
Life's just a rise
Even beyond

As vrea

As vrea sa stiu de ma iubesti,
Cum ma privesti si ce gandesti;
As vrea sa stiu ce-n timp ai vrea
Sa pot pasi pe vreme rea.

As vrea prea multe de la tine,
Din gand si suflet doar de bine;
As vrea un zambet in albastru
Sa pot zburda spre cer maiastru.

Eternal Needs

We need a glance of noble magic
To keep the balance with the tragic;
We need the hate and love indeed,
Both of sorrow gloomy seed.

We need the blue, the white of snow,
With red and green a sameness show;
We need long hugs and the despair,
Far from you, close if we care.

We need the moon, spot rays of bright
To sense the daytime from the night,
To be awake from eternal sleep –
Embrace the light in darkness’ steep.

Just Be!

Just let your grief come to an end,
Open the eyes at time just bent.
Let your heart in open space,
Show her beauty on your face;

Don’t be stubborn, just be you,
All with good things, even few,
Few get many over time,
Their sweetness goes with lime.

A Pen’s Writing

A pen’s writing striving in vain,
For hours and sounds in a plain,
It builds future, describes past,
From earliest moment to the last.

It writes of me, it writes of you,
Of things I know and like to knew,
It strives, truthful and rebel,
It creates words like in Scrabble;

No points, just magic in the air,
Magic of joy and of despair,
A humble soldier in his fight,
Be it morning, be it night;

It creates worlds I never knew,
Worlds you’d maybe someday view;
It doesn’t matter in the end,
Is just the magic and contend.

A Quest

A quest for ages man has built
Full of shadows, full of guilt,
He draws the future, even past,
With roles and actors in a cast.

All that’s sacred by mind hidden
For great and power his soul bidden.
The truth more sacred than its breath,
It feeds the mind and brings it health.

A Smile’s Magic

A smile can break a lion’s heart,
Break his soul and him apart,
A smile can make the world go round,
From deepest man to tiniest baud.

A smile I catch with glimpses’ eye
Be it daring, be it shy,
It strikes the sky, a lightning arrow,
Accompanied by heaven’s sparrow.

A smile I saw never’s forgotten,
It roars in mind t’ill be rotten,
It spins the world is given to live,
And brings joy in my blue hive.

Memories of the Future

I spoke of moments lost in sorrow,
I spoke of past and now tomorrow,
Of dreams revived by stars and shadows,
Of life aroused in time's shallows.

The wave of love, of green and blue,
Of sights enjoyed, being with you,
Moments of peace and solitude,
In thoughts evolved in multitude;

Multiple ways to weave a web,
To listen the faith's neb,
To talk of things not known by mind,
Accept the time, accept the bind.

Of things unspoken man can dream,
Of love and hopes virgin of sin,
Unspoken the truth not seen by man,
Shoved by gods and threads they span.

The First Step

She raised her eyes to see the moon,
The moon is shy, will give up soon;
I watched her bathing in the light,
Her eyes and smile look so bright…

I want to say smart lovely words,
My tongue is charmed and hurts,
It hurts to love a stranger’s soul –
The feelings are out of control.

She seems to blush, I try to talk,
Took my heart and slowly walk,
She smiles again, I try to dare –
Suddenly a stroke of flair.

I took her hand, a softly touch,
We step aside, not saying much,
It seems that unspoken words
Do the magic on the roads.

Step with step we reach her house,
From the dark a brave heart mouse,
She clenched my arm, a closer hold,
And then a tender kiss unfolds.

Loving a Rose

She raised her eyes upon my love
Unblinded by a white-snow dove,
She joined her hands like in a bow -
Took my tears and touched my soul.

I kissed her lips, I kissed her toes,
In every sound the love echoes,
So sweet her skin abode in hand,
With every touch of love I send.

Soundless time escaped the gods
In a space not grasped by ods,
Lost is time in silk of skin
Found the space unfold in sin.

I search her eyes of deepest blue,
In light of moon her skin of dew,
Curved, aroused in every inch,
Craves for more with every pinch.

She smells of roses on the plain,
As they rose after the rain,
She blushes as wild roses too,
I love her and her love is true.