Am deschis acest topic tuturor artistilor sau celor carora le plac poeziile pesimiste, negre, gen Bacovia. Nu ezitati sa postati orice pozie "noir" in engleza, romana, sau orice limba pe care unii o pot intelege.

Never Die

Some day the claws of evil,
Will snatch you up and drag you off to hell.
When you finally fall into the eternal fire,
You will wish you never fell.
Fear will always be in your heart,
Darkness will be forever,
The black claws of demons will tear you apart,
The torture will end never.
This is a place where no one will save you.
No one will ever hear you cry.
You will be faced to endure the pain alone,
Because you can never really die.

Alone I pray

Please don't do this
You are all I have left
I'd give you every ounce of my soul if you don't leave me tonight
I'd drain every bit of my blood for you not to break my heart anymore
I'd give you all my thought not ruin me.
No matter how much I beg you my heart is broken
I am alone
I am ruined
Alone I pray for something better then this
I beg you god if you exist
I fear for my life
No more pain my soul is a mass of scars now
I am a thin surface being ripped open
I can't contain it like I used to
I have nothing left

Atunci hai sa ne aducem aminte de o celebra poezie a celui care a fost promotorul acestui gen in Romania:


Plumb

Dormeau adânc sicriele de plumb,

Şi flori de plumb şi funerar vestmânt -

Stam singur în cavou, şi era vânt,

Şi scârţâiau coroanele de plumb.



Dormea întors amorul meu de plumb

Pe flori de plumb, şi-am început să-l strig -

Stam singur lângă mort, şi era frig,

Şi-i atârnau aripile de plumb.


Ma-nfioara de cate ori imi arunc ochii peste aceste versuri....

Te infioara... dar e super!!!!

Prisoner To Death

Stuck in my mind all the time
However hard i try to push it aside death is always there
Trapped behind the bars, in my padded cell of a brain
I want to break free, when will my sentence be through?
If my sentence is for life, death i beg you to kill me now
Take me in my sleep tonight, draw my last breath away
Wherever i go from this life to the next, it has to be better than this?
Take me tonight death, while i try to peacefully sleep, let me die
For I’m sick of being a hostage
I'm a prisoner to death

Infiorarea, nu?

Da....

Till Death Do Us Part

It was supposed to be a magical day
She wasn't supposed to feel this way
He'd forced this upon her, this marriage
The dress was so pretty, flowing silk
Nightfall came, he wanted her
She wanted to die, it wasn't right for her to feel this way
A knife she remembers he always carries in his case
He calls her; she finds the knife in the case and hides it
He's waiting for her
She's waiting for him, for the right moment
Pushes and pulls she's on the bed
Bolt right up she sits, out comes the knife
Straight for the heart where he's hurt her so much
He can't even scream for his throat is cut
After and hour of struggling and both beating each other
He's dead, now her time
Straight in the heart for or five times
With her last breath she smiles and whispers...Till death do us part my love

3 Last Words

Your right
I’m wrong
It’s over
I’m Gone
You laugh
I cry
You Live
I die
No more, I’m done
This pain isn’t fun
I tried to be perfect
To please everyone
Some people chose knifes,razors or pills
But not me
I kill myself day after day
Trying to escape
To get away
Its no good
Im stuck here forever
The sun rises, I can’t feel the heat
I’m cold to the touch
When I speak my words are slurred and you can’t understand
Your crying now
There's nothing I can do
So I focus real hard to show you my last three words
and with that I rip my heart out
I love you

Nu stiu daca si voua vi se pare la fel de neagra, dar...

Fire and Ice-Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

The Sick Rose-William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

The Valley of the Unrest

by Edgar Allan Poe, 1831


Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.


-->Rose

In my heart, in my soul, I really hate to pay this toll...
Should be strong, young and bold, But the only thing i feel is pain...

Let the ground swallow me...

Just like every problem i have i can't face it
I just want the ground to swallow me up and cover me in darkness
Let the darkness be a shelter for me
Cover me up with the blanket of death
Lower me into the dirt ground
Laying in my coffin pich black...dark
Peace at last, Peace of mind
Just because i let the ground swallow me

Poezii negre?!? Hehehe, uite-o aici pe mama lor... In original!

Ash nazg durbatuluk, ush nazg gimbatul,
Ash nazg thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!

sau, in traducere...

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them.

Originalul este in Mordor-tongue...

Not long ago but far away,
A rainy winter's day.
All her pain she kept inside,
Could no longer hide.
No cry for help,
She killed herself...
Both life & love could not be saved -
She took them both to the grave.

A pair of souls become undone
Where were two now one...
Divided by this wall of death,
I soon will join you yet...
With my blood I'll find your love...
You found the strength to end your life,
As you did so shall I.

Oh no, please don't go...
It's like a death in the family...

A crimson pool so warm & deep
Lulls me to an endless sleep,
Your hand in mine - I will be brave,
Take me from this earth...
An endless night - this, the end of my life...
From the dark I feel your lips
And I taste your bloody kiss...

Don't die on me... Don't die...


_____________________________

Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses [lyrics]

Nichita Stanescu – Criza de Timp

O, scurta tristete, insecta verzuie,
Voi, blande ouo, locuind in miez de meteor
spart ; si de palmile mele acoperite
Ca sa renasca un cu totul alt decor.

Camera se varsa prin fereste
Si eu nu o mai pot retine in ochii deschisi.
Razboi de ingeri albastri, cu lanci curentate,
mi se petrece in irisi.

Ma amestec cu obiectele pana la sange,
ca sa le opresc din pornire,
dar ele izbesc pervazurile si curg mai departe
spre o alta oranduire.

O, scurta tristete, ramane
de jur imprejur o sfera de vid !
stau in centrul ei si unul cate unul
ochii din frunte, din tampla, din degete
mi se deschid.

Everything Goes to Hell- Tom Waits

Why be sweet, why be careful, why he kind?
A man has only one thing on his mind
Why ask politely, why go lightly,
why say please?
They only want to get you on your knees
There are a few things I never could believe
A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven
when you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...

Laissez-faire mi amour, ce la vie
Shall I return to shore or swim
back out to sea?
The world don't care what a soldier
does in town
It's all hanging in the windows
by the pound
There are few things
I never could believe...

A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven
when you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...

I only want to hear your purr and to hear
ou moan There is another man who brings
the money home
I don't want dishes in the sink
Please don't tell me what you
feel of what you think
There are few things I never could believe...

Misery Is The River Of The World - Tom Waits

Misery`s the river of the world
Misery`s the river of the world

The higher that the monkey can climb
the more he shows his tail
Call no man happy `til he dies
There`s no milk at the bottom of the pail

God builds a church
The devil builds a chapel
Like the thistles that are growing
`round the trunk of a tree
All the good in the world
You can put inside a thimble
And you still have room for you and me

If there`s one thing you can say
About Mankind
There`s nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again

Misery`s the river of the world
Misery`s the river of the world
Misery`s the river of the world

For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
A knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost

Misery`s the river of the world
Misery`s the river of the world
Everybody row! Everybody row!
Misery`s the river of the world
Misery`s the river of the world
Everybody row! Everybody row!
Everybody row!

Festival

by Howard Phillip Lovecraft, 1926

There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of
feastings unhallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance
round a Yule-altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these pow'rs are the pow'rs of the dark,
from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

And mayst thou to such deeds
Be an abbot and priest,
Singing cannibal greeds
At each devil-wrought feast,
And to all the incredulous world
shewing dimly the sign of the beast.

The Messenger

by Howard Phillip Lovecraft, 1929

The thing he said would come in the night at three
From the old churchyard on the hill below;
But crouching by an oak fire's wholesome glow,
I tried to tell myself it could not be.
Surely, I mused, it was pleasantry
Devised by one who did not truly know
The Elder Sign, bequeathed from long ago,
That sets the fumbling forms of darkness free.
He had not meant it - no - but still I lit
Another lamp as starry Leo climbed
Out of the Seekonk, and a steeple chimed
Three - and the firelight faded, bit by bit.
Then at the door that cautious rattling came -
And the mad truth devoured me like a flame!

Time For Sleep

Kiss, kick, stick this razor blade in your veins drag hard and deep
Look hard, look back, look at what you made
Makes you cry, makes you die makes you want to weep
The blood will fall the blood will shed all along this sweet sweet blade
This pain is mine truly yours I know everyone adores
But never again will I let them in let them love let them know
Isn't time slow for you now that I’m no longer yours
And everywhere you look it sits and stares, my eyes, the crow
And time will slow time will stay time will stop
Just for you to sit and weep like the nervy virgin way you do, creep
This thing began like a cancer now I’m going to the top
Of deaths list for now my time has come for an eternal sleep

Tot Bacovia...

Pastel

Buciumă toamna

Agonic - din fund -

Trec păsărele,

Şi tainic s-ascund.


Ţîrîie ploaia...

Nu-i nimeni pe drum;

Pe-afară de stai

Te-năbuşi de fum.


Departe, pe cîmp,

Cad corbii, domol;

Şi răgete lungi

Pornesc din ocol.


Tălăngile, trist,

Tot sună dogit...

Şi tare-i tîrziu,

Şi n-am mai murit...

Negru – George Bacovia

Carbonizate flori, noian de negru...
Sicrie negre, arse, de metal,
Vestminte funerare de mangal,
Negru profund, noian de negru...

Vibrau scânteie de vis... noian de negru,
Carbonizat, amorul fumega...
Parfum de pene arse, si ploua...
Negru, numai noian de negru...

Bacovia

Cuptor

Sunt cîţiva morţi în oraş, iubito,
Chiar pentru asta am venit să-ţi spun;
Pe catafalc, de căldură-n oraş, -
Încet, cadavrele se descompun.

Ce vii se mişcă şi ei descompuşi,
Cu lutul de căldură asudat;
E miros de cadavre, iubito,
Şi azi, chiar sînul tău e mai lăsat.

Toarnă pe covoare parfume tari,
Adu roze pe tine să le pun;
Sunt cîţiva morţi în oraş, iubito,
Şi-ncet, cadavrele se descompun...

Secrets


I keep so many secrets
Locked away
Deep with in my soul

At times
It feels
Like they
Will eat me
Alive

But still I fear
To release them
To those
Who are my blood

For what would
They say
When their world
Was shattered
By finding out the truth

How can I talk to them
About the
Many things
I have written here
Over the years

Even more so
How can I tell them
About the things
I have not

When I was little
I always wanted
To have a secret
So I would be special

But now that I have
So many secrets
I regret
My want
Of past

Because it is eating me
Alive
All these little
Secrets
Screaming for
Release
At every turn

I want to scream
I want to shout

I am……………

But once I think
I have
Found the strength
It is gone

Like the words
That fall
Silent on my lips
As tears
Of pain
Stream down
My face

Why can’t
I be strong
Why can’t I just say

I AM…….

in vechiul (prostul?) meu obicei, postez in loc de o poezie versurile unui cantec...

The Kiss

Him: In my life that's been taken
I can feel you burn...
She lies on the ground
'til her soul's arised
lost in vain, away...
In her hand she holds her luck and
a memory of feelings impress you

Her: All memory are good
since you revealed me
the looking of my heart...
For the lost have I complained
since you left me
all alone...
But these memories are good
if I think about you
I can see them
and I like them...
Have I lost them in my life
how I did you?
Can I die?

Him: Hear me my love,
Remember me as I was,
Time will come
When we will meet again...
I'm still with you,
In your mind in your thoughts,
We will meet again my real love...

Her: remember all
things we done
and all the times
we made love
remember the night
when we talked
and you kissed me
so we made love
all night

Him: In my life that's been taken away
I feel your heart,
I feel your breath,
your touch and your kiss...
In my life that's been taken away
I feel my life,
I can feel your breath
your touch and kiss...

Her: Oh, this love is so for real,
come and touch me here my dear...
I cannot be without you my dear,
my way to you,
forever...

_____________________
lyrics by The Sins of Thy Beloved

Din pacate nu am poezia asta la mine, dar e asa de trista pentru mine uneori: "Omul negru" de Esenin.

Din pacate nu am poezia asta la mine, dar e asa de trista pentru mine uneori: "Omul negru" de Esenin.

In întuneric
--------------------

Stând acum în întuneric,
In aceastã spaimã cruntã;
Incã sper în a mea soartã
Si în dragostea ta mutã.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Simt durerea, simt amarul.
Si mai curge-o picãturã
Si se umple iar paharul.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Nimic nu mai are sens.
Urã, teamã si iluzii,
Mã strãpung; îmbãtrânesc.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Vãd cum totii mã deplâng,
I-as certa de-as fi în viatã
Dar nu pot, un târg e-un târg.

Stând acum în întuneric,
In lãcas de fãr' de legi,
Cer un cuget, o-mpãcare,
Dar tu te întorci si negi.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Arde dragostea în tine.
Mã atingi, eu te privesc
Si m-alungã-a ta cruzime.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Privesc purul asfintit.
Te privesc pe tine, darã
Doar asa ne-a fost sortit.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Bate moartea-n a mea poartã.
Nu-i deschid, nu sunt acasã.
Dar ea intrã, supãratã.

Stând acum în întuneric,
M-a iubit, nu m-a iubit ...
S-o ia naiba de femeie!
Rãmân doar un prãpãdit.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Cu sarcasm, cu apatie ...
Mã gândesc dacã tu, oare
M-ai iubi acum pe mine.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Nu vãd praf, nu vãd nimic.
Vãd doar chipul tãu sihastru
Si cerul nemãrginit.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Sunt un mort irezistibil.
Tu m-ai transformat cu urã ...
In copil indivizibil.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Sunt un cadavru palpabil.
Vã salut, la revedere!
Râde mortul maleabil.

Stând acum în întuneric,
Este frig, e întuneric ...

FREAK

Had no friend cause people thought I was so weak,
all my classmates picked on cause I was a freak.
I screamed all alone in the back of my mind,
always wished just to be blind.

All the people laughed at me cause I was so strange,
all alone and just tried to feel the change.
My life seem so damn lame,
nothing felt like a game.
I tried so hard just to be me,
hated everyone that I could see.

So I fought everything in the reality,
never let it sliped when I think it is a opportunity.
In my mind, I was a man,
I faced everything that I can.

Now I am on the block,
I let my fear locked.
But still people think I'm a freak for my life,
but freakish became my pride.

eu am sa postez poezii de-ale mele ... vorba aceea nici un "negru" nu e mai negru decat al tau ... fie el shi in poezie

stare

mi-e frig şi mi-e frică de viaţă
nu ştiu de ce
poate
pentru că
exist
undeva cu mult mai departe
unde se învaţă
clipă de clipă
arta de a fi trist


“eram”

vin câinii şi urlă la geam
în noaptea expresiei mele
când verbul coboară-n perdele
şi tracii coboară din neam

e lumea penumbrelor triste
e timpul penumbrelor vii
când harul coboară-n copii
şi pagini se rup din reviste

mai pot să mă joc cu expresii
gonind pe articolul şchiop
mai pot să rămân mizantrop
în lumea cu nervi şi depresii

şi câinii se duc de la geam
şi urlă în bezna pustie
şi urletul lor îmi dă mie
părerea că sunt în ... “eram” !

stare păcătoasă

eu nu ştiu rugăciuni să înalţ
şi vremea blestemului vine
apar cavernoase jivine
cu ţestele albe de smalţ

şi-i vremea blestemului…urlet
când muşcă din mine nervos
şi colţii-mi ajung păn’ la os
şi colţii-mi ajung păn’ la suflet

atâtea dihănii mai sunt
că spaima în ghiare mă ţine
că altele şi-altele mâine
veni-vor aici pe Pământ

eu nu ştiu rugăciuni să înalţ
şi-aud zornăitul de lanţ !

Ma vad nevoit sa repet un cuvant folosit de mine in "discutiile" noastre anterioare:

Hă?

Shattered Like Glass

Life, once a bright flame, is now gone.
The darkness has come again.
This one's time is not yet,
Let this one live, not die.
The cries are wasted on deaf ears,
The desperate pleas go unheard.
Death never seems to hear, The job he holds.
He holds it with total devotion and shall take with out remorse,
Without caring what happens to those left behind.
The silence so loud it drowns out the symphony,
The dark comes in death's wake,
The dark, and the silence. The symphony seems to die,
Yet it plays its beauty,
Is the music greatest at death?
For what of life?
Surely, the music is even greater then.
But it plays unnoticed.
So much life and glory, shattered like glass,
All this seems to be at the single stroke of death.

Autumn Fades

Autumn Fades in her eyes
A door closes deep inside
Memories slowly fall away
She has nothing left to say
Living in a dream world
Where the pain isn't real
She closes her eyes
Afraid to feel

Autumn fades to oblivion
Winter falls and freezes the land
Down a dead end she runs
Take my hand
Take my hand

She dons her shield
Against existence
Living her addition
On desperate subsistence
Autumn fades one last time
Her last chance to live
Selfish she's rather die
She's got so much to give

Autumn fades to oblivion
Winter falls and freezes the land
Down a dead end she runs
Take my hand
Take my hand

Autumn fades without her
Winter took its toll
Lost in her fantasy world
Winter stole her soul
Gone and sadly forgotten
The cycle finally complete
Just a poor girl
Dying on the streets..

Autumn fades to oblivion
Winter falls and freezes the land
Down a dead end she runs
Take my hand
Take my hand

YOU FAKE...

Strip you make believe perfection
Stop waiting for never coming salvation
Cause in reality, life just sucks
Stop begging, nobody gives a pity f**k.

Your true face is haunted
Your self-conscience is taunted
You see your true self form
But holding your fake that is torn.

Let yourself feel what life feels
let it go, put yourself on your knees
F**k your fantasy!
This is reality!

Look at yourself, you're just a fake
It's not you, it's not your fate
What the f**k is with your gangster signs?
Sorry but you look like you're just nine
Look inside through your heart that is bleeding
Reality... that's what you really are needing.

You fake...

[offtopic]

Until She's Dead

Frozen inside she sits staring into space,
Watching as all the stars fall,
She does not care what others think,
She doesn’t care at all,
Ice-cold hands folded in her lap,
As she sits still on a wicker chair,
In a long black dress,
With long flaxen hair,
Bare feet resting slightly on the wooden floor,
Ribbons flutter by her ears,
And even though she never smiles,
She never sheds a tear,
A statue she is outside,
Her heart is made of stone,
For she knows it will not break,
If she remains alone,
Inside a little cottage,
From behind the patterned glass,
She always watches,
As the sunlight burns the grass,
No one comes to visit her,
Even though she is still young,
Because she never speaks,
No words leave her tongue,
But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t think,
She has thoughts inside her head,
Words that she cannot voice,
Except for when she’s dead.

Come and Play in The Dark

Come and play with me it whispers,
Its child like fingers clutching our own,
Come and play my game it pleads,
I will never leave you on your own,
I am not like the rest of humanity,
I am not fickle or consumed by worthless greed,
It entices us laughing sweetly in the night,
It chases us through the stars crying when we bleed,
Come and play with me it calls,
It runs on ahead playing a hungry little game,
It giggles in ecstasy as children run to it,
It wraps its arms around them staking its claim,
You are mine now, it tells the children,
You are my own flesh and blood,
Spread my message to the others of your kind,
Tell them it’s a reward for being good,
It claws at our skin, ripping away our flesh,
I like to play this game it laughs gaily,
I have new victims every night,
I birth new children daily,
It spreads its black wings towards the midnight sky,
It causes every murder while its eyes glint like a dying fire spark,
Go my children tell them to run,
Tell them to come and play in the dark…

Mormântul
Charles Pierre Baudelaire

Pe-o noapte de catran şi zgură
Dacă vreun bun creştin smerit
Pe-ascuns lâng-o dărâmătură
Îngroapă trupul tău slăvit,

Aici, când stele sfioase
Vor clipoci, de somn buimace,
Păianjenii vor ţese plasa
Şi viperele pui vor face;

Vei auzi într-una peste
Osânda bietei tale ţeste
Hăulituri de lupi hoinari

Şi vrăjitoare costelive
Hârjoana babelor lascive
Şi sfatul sumbrilor coţcari.

FTIZICA
Cincinat Petrescu

"Ce jalnic in suflet strabate
Fiorul pe frunze uscate
Pe bietul bolnav ce din casa
Asculta cum toamna se lasa."

Cu ochii mari si supti de boala,
Priveste lacul inspre apus
Copila care nu s-a dus
De nu stiu cate luni la scoala.

Cum paru-i negru ca de smoala
Pe frunte-i cade nesupus,
Un gand ii fura ochii-n sus
Spre cerul sur, spre zarea goala.

Si cum in pieptu-i slab se-neaca
Sfasietor o tuse seaca,
Spre mama ei se-apleaca bland

Si-ngana-n lacrima ce-i pica:
"Eu n-o sa vad cu voi zburand
Pe cer intaia randunica!"

Without Wings

My life seems to swallow me
self-destruction fills my dreams
pain inflicted cannot state
this blackend heart filled with hate
A journey I've made to find an end
in search of a monster I hope to befriend
silently I stand here at deaths door
with a proposition he cant ingore
take my anger, my pain, my stride
in exchange to give my life
with a shacking hand I rang the bell
and beckond my keeper straight from hell
he listend intently to the bargain I made
bid me to relax while he considerd the trade
alone I waited for death to reply
will I wake up tomarrow or say my goodbyes
in a shimmer of air before me he stood
with the grace of an angel he lowerd his hood
the bargain, he said, seems to be fair
before it all ends, would I like to paryer
politley I declined so lost was my faith
then I closed my eyes in acpetans of my fate
he placed a hand upon me, I heard a gentle sigh
I had nothing more to say as I began to die.

Tormented Soul

I’m losing touch with myself; the days are so long and dizzying. Forever is an eternal sentence that never ends. A sickening weight is carried in my heart, slowing my pace. Having freedom but nowhere to roam, for all I have known was control. As the early morning sun awakens me, I dread another day has past leaving me with time burned like a candlewick. Unfocused wondering through the night I glance at the world, which seems so tranquil and silent. I glide past forms that are streaked with fatigue and pain. My face focuses on the moonrise of a star filled sky, wondering if to mourn or pity others like me.
I seem to pass unnoticed, a tormented soul seeking refuge. Naked and defenseless I cross-burning sands and frozen wastelands, never knowing the path I walk has seen my presence many times before. I stand in the cold wind blown rain, but I feel nothing. I close my eyes and vivid images of the past haunt my rest, as I walk a unraveling wire nonchalantly across a chasm of images fragile as glass which cause me to flee back into a world of empty chambers, so I sit awake in my cold surroundings. Feeling numb and uncaring. There is a clear presence that weakens my judgment, leaving me confused and ill tempered. Shaken but never fully aroused I hear the faint giggle of destiny, manipulating my actions as if I was a puppet playing for no audience. Pondering the purpose of my existence, on a lonely journey focusing on a mirage that has the key to my release, wondering if I will forever be on the quest of seeking reality in a realm of illusions. Never to reach the end of a lifetime of torment and suffering, because it is endless.

DEATH TO THE INNOCENT

I WENT TO A PARTY, MOM, I REMBERED WHAT YOU SAID. YOU TOLD ME NOT TO DRINK, MOM, SO I DRANK SODA INSTEAD. I REALLY FELT PROUD INSIDE, MOM, THE WAY YOU SAID I WOULD. I DIDN'T DRINK AND DRIVE, MOM, THOUGH THE OTHERS SAID I SHOULD. I KNOW I DID THE RIGHT THING, MOM, I KNOW YOUR ALWAYS RIGHT. NOW THE PARTY IS ENDING, MOM, AS EVERONE IS DRIVING OUT OF SIGHT.

AS I GOT INTO MY CAR, MOM, I KNEW I'D GET HOME IN ONE PIECE. BECAUSE OF THE WAY YOU RAISED ME, SO RESPONSIBLE AND SWEET. I STARTED DRIVING AWAY, MOM, BUT AS I PULLED INTO THE ROAD, THE OTHER CAR DIDN'T SEE ME, MOM, AND HIT ME LIKE A LOAD. AS I LAY HERE ON THE PAVEMENT, MOM, I HEAR THE POLICE MAN SAY, THE OTHER GUY IS DRUNK, MOM, AND NOW I'M THE ONE WHO WILL PAY. I'M LYING HERE DYING. MOM, I WISH YOU'D GET HERE SOON.

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME, MOM? MY LIFE JUST BURST LIKE A BALLOON. THERE IS BLOOD ALL AROUND ME, MOM, AND MOST OF IT IS MINE. I HEAR THE MEDIC SAY, MOM, I'LL DIE IN A SHORT TIME. I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU, MOM, I SWEAR I DIDN'T DRINK. IT WAS THE OTHERS, MOM. THE OTHERS DID NOT THINK. HE WAS PROBIBLY AT THE SAME PARTY AS I. THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS, HE DRANK AND I WILL DIE.

WHY DO PEOPLE DRINK, MOM? IT CAN RUIN YOUR HOLE LIFE. I'M FEELING SHARP PAINS NOW. PAINS JUST LIKE A KNIFE. THE GUY WHO HIT ME IS WALKING, MOM, AND I DON'T THINK IT'S FAIR. I'M LYING HERE DYING AND ALL HE CAN DO IS STARE.

TELL MY BROTHER NOT TO CRY MOM, TELL DADDY TO BE BRAVE. AND WHEN I GO TO HEAVEN, MOM, PUT DADDY'S GIRL ON MY GRAVE. SOMEONE SHOUYLD HAVE TOLD HIM, MOM, NOT TO DRINK AND DRIVE. IF ONLY THEY HAD TOLD HIM, MOM, I WOULD STILL BE ALIVE.

MY BREATH IS GETTING SHORTER, MOM. I'M BECOMING VERY SCARED. PLEASE DON'T CRY FOR ME, MOM, WHEN I NEEDED YOU, YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE. I HAVE ONE LAST QUESTION, MOM, BEFORE I SAY GOODBYE. I DIDN'T DRINK AND DRIVE, MOM, SO WHY AM I THE ONE TO DIE?

THE BLACK CHAMBER
I am lost in the black chamber
There's no way to turn back
It takes me down forevermore
And death would be so sweet
I'm possessed by the old creature
Who had planned all
To take my soul
Too late for me
In my hands
It liest I thought
But I failed
Now he's in me
My soul is lost
In his black chamber
I'm gone


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Today I remembered
the wonderfull world I have found in your hands...
an entirely new and incredible world,
where every caresse on my skin
felt like the wind of spring
breathing softly all over it,
and where even the smallest word
was so filled with life that it hurt...
I remembered everything,
starting with stars and ending with lightnings
and even more,
roads of passion and roads of pain,
and eyes,
curious eyes,
hungry eyes and also hungry lips...
...it was all there...
...and the only proof I have that it was true
is this sweet and painfull sensation
of missing you and the world of your hands...

I, ailing and tormented human being,
I leave these words to be my final will:
to World I leave existence without seeing
the face of luck, or getting any feel;
to Life I leave the people full of sorrow,
deprived of any joy, as I was too;
to Fate I leave my thoughts about tomorrow
and all the dreams I wanted to be true;
to Death I leave my gratitude forever,
for saving me from what I had to stand;
to Time I leave my thanks, for being clever
at hurying my life untill the end;
if someone in this world has loved me ever,
to Her I leave my heart, and my love whole,
and all the pain for never having met her,
and in Thy hands, my Lord, I leave my soul...

Have you ever watched carefully
the light of the November sun?
It has reflexes like those of angel tears
smuggled through the screen of the sky...
And the mortuary and withered scent of yellow
freezes in such lighted moments...
It's a light filled with an almost aristocratic sadness,
with a noble and serene resignation,
with a mystic and so telling silence!
It almost goads you to contemplate it
and to meditate unruffed upon all and nothing...
You can feel it idly penetrating your eye,
softly caressing your iris,
like a too early farewell...
And when, gently kissing your smile,
wants to warm up its non-existence to your breath,
it breaks into thrills of silky mist,
almost happy to have been so close to the soul...
...The light of the Novemeber sun?...
...It's like the death of a not yet lived life...
...And exactly like that one, it keeps its secret
hidden in one of those many and unnoticed
angel tears, shyly wiped up with a rough sleeve...

My life is a tear...
...a drop of happiness and salted pain mixed together,
that apeared - with or without reason -
in the corner of the eye of this world...
...And if I exist, maybe I owe this to somebody...
...And if I owe this to somebody, maybe I really exist...
But what happens to the salt of the dried tears?...



Sper sa va placa si cele pe care le-am postat eu...unele dintre ele si altele pe care inca nu le-am adaugat au fost sau urmeaza sa fie publicate in Marea Britanie in niste antologii...As aprecia foarte mult parerea voastra!

My Death
When Death's pale angel stands before my face,
With smile unfathomable, stern and chill,
And when my sorrows with my soul exhale,
Know yet, my friends, that I am living still.

When at my head a waxen taper slim
With its cold rays the silent room shall fill,
A taper with a face that speaks of death,
Yet know, my friends, that I am living still.

When, with my forehead glittering with tears,
They in a shroud enfold me, cold and chill
As any stone, and lay me on a bier,
Yet know, my friends, that I am living still.

When the sad bells shall toll - that bell, the laugh
Of cruel Death, which wakes an icy thrill -
And when my bier is slowly borne along,
Yet know, my friends, that I am living still.

When the death-chanting priests, dark browed, austere,
With incense and with prayers the air shall fill,
Rising together as they pass along,
Yet know, my friends, that I am living still.

When they have set my tomb in order fair,
And when, with bitter sobs and wailing shrill,
My dear ones from the grave at length depart,
Yet know, my friends, that I shall be living still.

But when my grave forgotten shall remain
In some dim nook, neglected and passed by, -
When from the world my memory fades away,
That is the time when I indeed shall die!

Conquer the whole world to satisfy
their lust for pain and terror
disguise their faces to hide them
in the dark
determination

The oath on the runestaff
is the highest
the ruin of a nation
step by step
destiny

Damned for all Time - but what's time ?
Tales of the one who's born to change

And as the earth was old and cold
she closed her eyes and fell to sleep
violation ruled the world
the dark kingdom's time

He's called Hawkmoon wearing a sign
black jewel in his head
he's the one who's forever there
he's born a thousend times

Damned for all Time
in every age he existed
Damned for all Time
in every future he'll live
for all Time he's crying
he's crying

Hey strange one I know
you're standing there
the faces are they mine ?
Are you out there ?
Watch out for the day, fiend
I'll kmow your name
hear my laughter

Oblivion - who's blowing the horn
Oblivion - who's killing the gods

Dark kingdom's lost now
no pain storms the land
strange things are happening
changing of all planes
in the universe by a mad magican
to conquer the power of his magic
a place where truth waits must
be found Tanelorn

Damned for all Time - who am I ?
Once I've been called Erekose

I was Elric - I'll be Corum
I'm the prince of the south ice
Now I'm nothing
wait for someone
wait for Ilian
No ! I'm Hawkmoon

Oblivion - the war is eternal
Oblivion - the battle is endless

Don't Save Me

Don't try to save me,
It won't be too long.
Soon, I'll stop breathing.
Nothing can go wrong.

Don't call out for aid,
The pills work too fast.
You can't try to revive me,
The time for help is past.

Don't cry over me.
I wanted it this way.
It was no accident.
Here am I, and here I stay.

Don't blame yourself,
This was my choice.
When I needed help,
No one heard my voice.