About a Smile

That smile of sweetness hit the eye
As a kind remembrance of cherry pie,
A sound of beauty in a wink
More than mind and heart can think.

You scent the air as hypnotized,
With every blink dehumanised -
The words just stop, no strain of move,
Just bits of love falling in groove.

You watch her beauty, make it grow,
A blush aroused in the white snow;
You wonder if so much grace
Is just illusion - it's not the case...

Sounds of beauty, words of silence -
Stillness in a grasp of puissance;
Energies unleashed by heaven
To fulfil the dream of men.

Blind

Has been a long time since the last time I posted something, I’ve been busy with the different hardens of life. Just wonder if somebody reads these posts.

I'm blind to feel, I’m blind to know,
I'm blind to see and touch the snow;
The time has come, the time is gone -
Nothing I lost, nothing I won...

Happy spring time to everybody!

Dancing in the Rain

Just like it never rained before
The sky is blue, the thought is sore -
I wish I'd love, I wish I'd loved,
I wish I used those dreams I stowed.

Full of life and full of hope
Like a shadow on a rope -
Trying to learn, trying to feel
What it matters, what is real.

Are just thoughts drawn in the rain…
The mighty clown looks insane;
Insane my soul, insane my faith,
In sunshine's drops I bath.

Hey you!

Hey you, the one who loves the rain,
Why are you sad? Just walk the lane!
There will be something there for you,
Where and when I wish I knew.

Too much sadness, too less faith,
Be yourself, the way is safe!
All is gone, nothing to lose -
High your spirit, let's get ooze!

Here is...

Here is a candle of my soul,
In blue and white the rays might fall,
They fall and fall, round on your face,
A glim of life, a long of grace.

Here is my darkest blue of all,
Engraved in love, freed in a ball -
It hides and hikes the peaks of pace,
Unknown its name, its hidden place.

In you or me the truth may roll,
From white to blue as in a role -
I find its heart, to me may lace,
A fight of thought, a card of ace.

The life is just the pulse and rall,
Expands and beats in search of goal-
The search of me in flow of race,
It's humble scope, return to base.

The Unknown Sea

Beyond a sea of cyberfaces
There is a soul to see,
Between the lot of humble faces
Here is the soul of me.

These things are great,
The others are not -
In just a sip of fate
There is a chance of pot.

If isn't me, if isn't you,
These things are never taught -
In every me, in every you,
There is the search of ought.

A Sip of Wine

Living the life the way it should be
It's a mad dream, sometimes poetry;
Or just a sip from an old wine,
Touching a woman from ten to nine.

Nothing is perfect, the way it should be -
The see of sea, the tray of the tree;
We'd be bored of perfection,
And overfilled of affection.

The wine is smiling, it's talking to me,
Talking about love and her anatomy;
I'm starting to mumble living a dream,
It's only my life that makes me scream.

Are you intrigued? You shouldn't be -
Nothing is new, what it happens to me;
The wine is different but same effect,
Its wonderful power is not to neglect.

Afraid

I am afraid of what will never be,
As I see you, as you see me...
And nothing happens 'till the end -
No kiss, no love, no curtain bend.

I am afraid of love to find,
To let it come, to feel behind...
A soul, a smile, the mistletoe -
To feel the love and let her go.

I let all go, it is my curse,
I hope will end with a rebirth;
I want, I want something to feel -
I want all that I love as real.

Reality, too many I -
From I to why, from eye to eye...
I'm just a child getting so old -
Sooner white and later bald.

I have a dream - I'll learn to love,
I need just time, bless from above...
I am afraid, all has an end -
I'm waiting for the soul that's meant.

Journal of Faith

The mighty sky's the church I found,
Trees my temples built in ground.
The Mighty God, he smiles sometimes
When the sun's uncovered by the clouds.

He cries as I'm seldom crying too -
It's not a shame, we all same do;
I feel the winds blessing my soul,
I mourn the past, but forgive all.

When Life

When life is just a stupid game,
And all the things look the same -
I want to leave all this behind
And take my faith something to find.

There is the hope, there are the dreams,
And nothing here is like it seams -
There is a soul, when we have one,
There is a life, the love we've won.

When life is playing dirty tricks,
I find a smile, the beauty speaks -
Or find a tree under the sky
And learn to fly, higher, high!

Nothing New

Nothing new and nothing old
That is all that have been told;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Searching for the soul of dew,

Look around, around the world
How uncovered is the fold;
Look inside, inside the soul -
Maybe we could stop the fall.

Nothing new and nothing old,
There is nothing to be sold;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Those who find the truth are few.

Letting Go

   Has been some time since the last time I wrote something, I was not in the mood to express anything. Sometime there is nothing to express or other time when there are so many to express but no words can be found.
   I wish I could write more often, I wish...

Letting go

I had to let the bird to fly
From deepest see to highest sky;
I can not love, I can not hate -
Might call it doom, it's simple fate.

It's just a way of letting go,
Going through time, walking in snow;
I'm frozen and icy all around -
The wind is just a silly sound.

One step, the future holds in hand,
There is no thing to understand;
Just grasp whatever life becomes -
The time hides in drums...

Why Angels Can Fly?

I've seen white angels on my grave -
This image all my life I've craved;
I've lost my soul, I've tinned my heart,
My touch is from the earth apart.
I'm looking now, the angels fly -
For this I lived, for this I died;
A simple question is still tied,
Why not me, why angels can fly?

The Crazy Man with Crazy Hat

The crazy man with crazy hat
Was walking in the rain,
No thoughts, no tears to let,
All world looks the same.

A smile here, other there,
A spin - no time to fear;
Unworthy words try to bear
The smallest gesture of dear.

The crazy man with crazy hat
Believes in any drop of light;
He plays his game in every set -
No good, no bad, no right.

The Magic of a Prayer

      To an angel

Oh, my angel, unseen your face
Between Hell and Heaven's grace,
Untouched your soul in light of moon,
Unchained your heart across the doom,

Bless my soul and bless my fate,
Give me love, show me the gate,
Light may gloom around the age,
Take me from my darkest cage!

Breeze, here it comes! I feel its way...
I let her in, I let her stay;
I let my soul in light of May,
She teaches my heart to love - obey.

Now is peace, and may forever last;
There is no present, nor the past,
There is no time and felt no space
Just magic, beauty, charm and grace.

About a Poem

I used to dream about a poem
The poem that I'll never write,
It is about my soul, bohem,
About the lonely daily life...

How shall I start? How shall I end?
How shall I let the words pretend?
I walk around, around the age
So much love and so much rage.

Can you describe a life of man
In two verses, maybe ten?
The rhythm gentle, the rhyme may bounce
In a kindly sweet romantic nuance.

Would be so nice... Is just a dream!
My life is real I touch and feel,
And even if it makes me scream
I can not sell it for a bill.

Small things...

I woke up one morning and I refused all -
the blue of the Sky,
the coldness of Earth,
the Dark and the Light,
the Light and the Dark,
the breath of the Air
and even my Soul...

Why should I live? Why should I die?
Why all this happens to lye?!
Too many whys, too many things -
Couldn't be simpler than this?

Shouldn't be just... just you and me,
a piece of the sky,
a bit of the earth,
two blades of green,
and a flower in spin?

Pentagrama

Printre simboluri presarate
Pe-o pentagrama-n chip de cruce,
S-ascunde pururi o naframa
Ce o nadejde-n cer aduce.

De este Fiu, de este Tata,
In Duhul Sfant se intrupeaza;
O fila sortii inchinata,
Ca o scanteie ce vibreaza.

O simti plapanda pe aripe,
Dar poti sa zbori in zbor maiastru,
Si fericirea da s-adape,
Nascand in ceruri pui de astru.

Fara de chip, fara de vrere,
Mi se arata printre clipe;
E-un inceput fara-ncheiere
Visul de astru sa-nfiripe.

Despre iubire

dedicata unui nume din mare

Răpus de duhurile nopții,
Mă las în somnul cel de taină,
Când timpul pare pus pe șotii
Și viața-n șoapte cere vamă.

M-amuz, nu am nimic a face,
Privesc cum totul se destramă;
Clădesc ruinile-mi stângace,
Când val de val iubirea sfarmă.

De-aș fi poet în nemurire,
Să cânt iubirea-n strune dulci,
Să las amarul în izbavă,
Să se înalțe printre stânci.

Îmi sunt trist fără de vrere,
Și e păcat, culeg doar vânt;
De-aș fi sădit o adiere -
Să îmi fiu vrednic pe pământ.

Despre iubire - vers stangace

There is a saying, love created a few of the most beautiful poems and many of the worse of them. Here is my contribution to... the big size of web.

Se spune ca dragostea a dat nastere celor mai frumoase poezii dar si celor mai putin putin putin fumoase. Aceasta e contributia mea la... marimea internetului.

Despre iubire - vers stangace
dedicat unei nume din mare

M-am asezat sa scriu despre iubire,
Despre un vis ce nu a fost;
Tot ce stiu - ca e zidire
Unei lumi plina de rost.

S-a stins o stea in lumea noua,
Pecetea s-a lasat zabava;
Udata de un fir de roua,
Cand piere a iubirii slava.

Incep sa cred ca vantul ma blastama,
Ca cerul mi-e potrivnic printre nori;
Dar am macar aceeasi flama,
Ce m-a salvat de-atatea ori.

Ma las cuprins de deznadejde,
Privesc pierdut in ape adanci;
Si simt cum timpul plamadeste -
Un biet hoinar rapus de stanci.

Cand te gandesti ca tot e joaca-
Ulciorul se mai varsa uneori;
Si suferinta da sa-mi placa,
Doar am avut-o-n cale atatea ori.

De ce ma clatin printre stele
Cand pot zbura unde voiesc?
Deci las in urma ganduri grele -
Destinul sa imi implinesc.