Devils One by One

in this smooth and flimsy world

as a tracing paper

our corpses roll along

cloddishly

until they collapse

in heaven’s sludge

and some of them leave traces

that even demons worship

in cavalcades of prayers

the gods keep their fingers crossed

for their not-habitation

in a Milky Way’s stall

either they have room nowhere

or we don’t have a clue

about how

and why

death inhabits them

17^th April – 15^th December 2018, Constanta, Romania

(translated from „Diavoli în șir indian”)

Jingle Hells

I wish I could understand my joy

more than a broken toy

but Modigliani had an answer

for that

reverse the bloody etiquette

and join the squad of empty barrels

use them on Christmas

as carols

maybe someday they will understand

this tiny incident

of growing old inside your heart

before you dare to fall apart

15^th December 2018, Constanta, Romania

If I Cry

do we share the same feather?

in this chaos of lights

our eyes merely closed

bleeding nights

oh, the sweet amandine

on your lips

and my hands in a shape

of a crucifix

do we know to compete?

with the moon, when we die

take my hand

take my hand

If I cry

24^th April – 3^rd December 2018, Constanta, Romania

Mindless Cowards

crippled flowers

obscure places

ghosts of love birds staring

mindless cowards

showing faces

of the war that’s coming

in the backyard

of a tourniquet

howling to the moon or cry

then ask yourself but why?

no need to answer

war is near

us living in a constant fear

20^th April – 20^th November 2018, Constanta, Romania

Better than Her

we are not so far

only a moon away

we can share it, we can pass it to each other

this is a way of sharing your moon

you are my muse

and I don’t know if this is true

but you might be

in some sort of a tree

the moon was first

and you might be

better than her

better than me

21^st April – 20^th November 2018, Constant, Romania

Where to Die

they can rip my tongue

but not my language

I pray to God in His

and if they push me into the abyss

I will survive

I will abide just for awhile

my pride will burn their hands on me

and the other face of sweet eternity

shall thrive

above the clouds we bear

I’ll die at home

but you’ll die where?

16^th November 2018, Constanta, Romania

One Day

one day my people shall be free

I feel it as a summer breeze

their heart in bloody hands be squeezed

like lemons that are finding home

into my tea

at five o’clock

no sheep in flock

shall rescue us from what is done

and if I go, not all be gone

one day, my people shall be free

like how we always used to be

we fought our battles never lost

we don’t know death

without a cost

one day

my people shall be free

rebuilding Europe’s history

16^th November 2018, Constanta, Romania

Mother and Father

mother and father

praying together

for children that bathe

in mirrors

in arms

that reach to their bones

a thousand Simones

could not override

my wisdom and pride

this is like the end

of eras that fly

in each other’s cry

mother and father

not passing by

not passing by

17^th October 2018, Constanta, Romania

Balloons

beware

we are small

we play with the gods

but I am the doll

that rolls on the floor

rolls in attempts

to reach the balloons

that sometimes will reach

gods with their spoons

beware

we are small

and yet

we stay tall

17^th October 2018, Constanta, Romania

Never Friends

through a mirror of ice

sunset rolling afar

there is much to the known

as there is to the heart

taking part in a gambit

of mischievous dice

rolling over again

and again

and again

on the floor where she lies

where she cries

little is

a peculiar bed

crawling under the window

yes, we can seal

in a silly bouquet

all the arms we've rejected

all the throats missing hands

you and her in the foreground

me and you

never friends

3^rd June 2018, Constanta, Romania

Dogmatic Silence of Children

watch these crooked children

how they carry the labour of a century

parents are silent

or went mad

watch these crude children

and tormented as a hill's bottom

brushed by waters

there is no steed

to ask for nails into his bridle

it is our turn

to grind

and die

as we would have never been born

drained is the beginning hour

of a world that seems to haste

towards an aberrant drift

watch the squatted daughter

as she begs for water and light

we are to blame!

in vain

drained is the beginning hour

of a world that seems to haste

from bone to bone

to no avail

1^st June 2018, Constanta, Romania

(translated from ”Dogmatica tăcere a copiilor”)

How to come across the set of rules that keep you alive but not awake

I pity the ones that love me too late

but the ones that adore me the most

if some sort of vanity comes across

then I shall carry the nails for my coffin

cremate me today and play with my ashes

though building a wheel for the ones with no legs

might cause a disruption in finding a splinter

a so perfect splinter for blinding the man

that's already blinded by tears and destruction

your face almost fading

your face, but your eyes

I carry the night and the nails for my coffin

chasing together some dimming light

21^st May 2018, Constanta, Romania

Moonstone

my beloved demon

look at that moonstone

go ahead

grab it, hold it

squeeze it until it bleeds night

kiss it until it weeps nightmares

and hear my whispers

"humans touch me

with sparrow feathers"

my ankle

the shape of a thistle

look

it succumbs into dark mirrors

"humans kiss my bottom lip

before and after a drink or two"

it's you

who's here

who's bestowed secluded alleys

in front of my feet

don't let the moonstone sneer

"humans die before they live

and after that they die some more"

don't you adore my shoulder bare?

my endless demon

come to me

and hide my eyes

into your eyes

into these thousand lies

that crumble in a pleasant chase

I have no grace

to rip the stones we batter

here in my arms

oh, damn you,

how you shatter!

17^th May 2018, Constanta, Romania

Duplicate

unbearable moments

of befriending with razors

across my skin

the puppets are dancing

not holding hands

me in between

beheading the snowman

the master of sands

abiding to gravity

not now, but then

please, let me in

unfold my virtues

one by one

and as you pin

my sanity

into a silent black sun

pray for these moments

you, demon who torments

my nightmares in white

pray as you run

15^th May 2018, Constanta, Romania

Chaos

arranging chaos by chaos

chaos's got no limits

what are its borders?

chaos is un patterned therefore I can assign any pattern I would like to it

is its center a border itself?

we have to be chaotic to explore chaos (rules of flexibility apply)

how do we manage its borders?

do we want that?

do we need its border, if we are willing to explore it?

do we want this to end?

         YES: find borders

         NO: fuck borders

suicide is a border

if we like chaos, we don't end it

we keep it to ourselves

how do we handle chaos?

do we want this?

         YES: there is no chaos --> borders

         NO: accept chaos

put chaos aside when world is coming in

12^th May 2018, Constanta, Romania