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.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, July 24, 2009
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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