Fighting daemons

Fighting the daemons in the days of June
Under beautiful colors of Moon,
The Sun has no voice in the light of night,
It's fate shadowed in its flight.

Senseless, lost in the curves of time,
The Man of Light never seems to come -
I'm waiting in the anteroom,
Tic-tack, tic-tack - the thread of loom.

Engraved in letters, deep in soul,
The laws of natures start to fall,
Fallen the angel, fallen the hour –
From the sweetness through the sour.

Fighting the daemons and trying to win -
An angel dancing in wildly spin,
The moments of life crumbed to be chewed -
I wish I can see... I wish I knew...

Where

Where do I want to go from here?
Too far enough, maybe too near;
Is not important the lost step,
But the ones that have been swept.

About Politicians

Politics is just a game of clowns
Willing to rule between realms
Of truth, power and illusion,
Their skill – create confusion.

Nothing stops a politician,
To succeed it’s their mission,
Everything it has a price,
And the smile is just disguise.

They will promise you the sky
Heaven on earth ‘till you die
But lost your soul by then will be,
And blind even if you can see.

How big your price they will know
For them you are a known John Doe,
And not by being but by need,
They will know your hidden greed.

Pe Rin

Pe Rin se vad lumini plecate
Sa duca vestea de mai bine,
Se pierde-al lor contur in noapte,
Iar una este de la mine.

S-a dus un an si vine altul,
Lumea-l priveste cu speranta;
Artifici brazdeaza cerul,
Mi le privesc cum se inalta.

Se'nalta vise, voie buna,
Sampania se scurge in pahare,
Si Anul Nou se incununa,
Altul este deja uitare.

Prietenie

I-asi sorbi cu nesat cuvintele
La lumanarea palpainda,
Si dezbraca vesmintele,
Sub cer, in pat, ascunsi sub grinda.

As imbratisa-o cumpatat,
Pierduti in timp, departe,
Si as iubi-o insetat -
Pe buna-mi prietena, o carte.

Noapte de iarna

De vreau sa pot a cugeta
La al vietii tainic inteles,
Doar in noapte as asculta
Al naturii vesnic viers.

Nimic nu pare fara sens,
Si totul pare nepatruns,
Si doar al vietii sange cens
Stranpunge timpul in apus.

Un val de vant, si inca unul,
Brazdeaza cerul printre stele,
Sub cerul noptii-s eu, nebunul,
Cu bune, calde, dulci si rele.