Gargoyles
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"Ci-albea pe cer o altă dimineață<br/> și soarele urca cu-aceleași stele<br/> ce+l însoțeau pe cel ce-mparte viață<br/> îl zămisli pre dânsul și pre ele"<br/> (DANTE - Infernul; Divina Comedie)<br/> <br/> I am end with no begining <br/> The graceless beauty of <br/> Inasanity's petals waiting<br/> A demon of invited inspiration.<br/> A black most beautiful weed <br/> Silently cold grows inside<br/> The eyes of small pure angels<br/> Black from the womb till they die<br/> Beside her gallops the crime, the plague and the hunger<br/> Two little children used to walk behind them.<br/> I built the symetry of chaos on<br/> Surrealism of classic truth<br/> Withered jewels of new ideas that <br/> Worship my apparent calm lunacy ...<br/> Two small dead angels cut away their eyes<br/> It will always come to mow the eyes of small pure angels.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Fiți aspri!"<br/> (NIETZSCHE-Antichristul)<br/> <br/> Sweat for your brows, drops in my glass<br/> Thorns in your feet, taste for my wine<br/> Nietszcheean slaves, all your sad stories<br/> Are gathered on my bloody red tongue.<br/> And it smells like rain in this old crowded life<br/> where the ever changing seasons are blowing so rude<br/> And nobody cares for this wine before me on the table<br/> The generations worked their lives for its red <br/> I'm tempted to say as the old philosopher spoke:<br/> "You must be ruthless with all human kind!"<br/> Sow my years - change your lies<br/> Place all destinies - take their price<br/> Drunk - with teardrops - dropping red <br/> The spirits - so tangled - in life's perished webs<br/> Nothing more fearful, nothing more strange<br/> All our memories, all our range<br/> Opened at night by trembling white hand <br/> loosen again in the vineyard of sentiments...<br/> We're filling the vineyard with our reflection<br/> No more tales of glory, no more revelations!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Am văzut tot ce se face sub soare; și, iată,<br/> totul este deșertăciune și tulburare a duhului"<br/> ECLEZIASTUL (1; 14)<br/> <br/> Seeking your destiny by burning your life <br/> Unveiling the dusk fears to open your eyes<br/> Reading the years in shredded old stars<br/> Waiting for something to come out of us<br/> Simple thoughts - conquer time<br/> Mystic flames - naked time<br/> Cease emotions, find another impressions<br/> Holding the destiny's unrestful distorsions<br/> Burn to east my soul to dust<br/> I burn the past, my soul to ashes...<br/> Burn to east my soul to lust<br/> I burn the dust, my soul to ashes...<br/> Cold years of deception<br/> Hungry years and more<br/> Coming again, dry my thirst<br/> Like the spring's violent burst.<br/> Like thousands of seagulls<br/> Drowing in the sea at dawn<br/> An insatiable darkness<br/> will devour us one as all.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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"Ceea ce e denumit păcat este un element<br/> esential al progresului. Păcatul, datorită curiozității<br/> sale, amplifică experiența rasei."<br/> (OSCAR WILDE)<br/> <br/> Black here means life, waiting for dust<br/> The rack, time of tears, we burn, they trust<br/> Black here means us, forces inside<br/> Onward the sun, ride, ride, shadows in flames...<br/> Stay, waiting, frozen for we are not the saints<br/> We imagine moon before fields.<br/> I waited enough to enrapture the heathen,<br/> my free absolution to reign inside him.<br/> I waited too much for my restricted poetry,<br/> my immature solutions to dwell a lifeless sea.<br/> Gilde - ghastly rivers, immune, hold me insane<br/> Insects filling spaces, heathens - old disciples.
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"Omul va fi cu adevărat liber decât în clipa în care-l <br/> va fi ucis pe ultimul zeu..."<br/> (MIRCEA ELIADE)<br/> <br/> Not self complacence gives to life a sense <br/> Why cut your lips before you shouted?<br/> Even once go blind and you will see<br/> A convenient god cant't take you to heaven<br/> He shall cast salvation through rage<br/> Reborn, he dies the hate again...<br/> Divided we shall fall - and so we fade<br/> Divided we shall rise - and so we hate<br/> we'll drown our pain in poison, free the hate<br/> Fake thousand lies with just one truth:<br/> "That the play is the tragedy, MAN<br/> And it's hero, the conqueror worm"<br/> The worm relized inside this mourning's sheets<br/> the chastity preserved in holly shell<br/> Erected, bursted - feast of rape,<br/> Behind the sacred walls of fate <br/> Without any mean of contraception<br/> His hate conceives no bounds<br/> In frowns of wombs i found my hate<br/> Each one of you will born a savior.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Căci toate ce se văd și par <br/> sunt un vis într-un vis doar"<br/> (E.A. POE-Un vis într-un vis)<br/> <br/> I'll taste your dark time<br/> Thine veins pour red wine<br/> Shine your own sun above <br/> Here lays the ultimate dove.<br/> Breaking open marble stones<br/> Weakly whitness comes within<br/> Fluid sadness, black commitment<br/> Desperate shapes, newborn sin<br/> Love stains in Light<br/> time is my tale <br/> rest now in Death<br/> Peace must be might.<br/> Love stains in light - everyone will succeed to be crucified<br/> Time is my tale - lost seconds just sand in the sea<br/> Rest now in death - you are the memory of sacred<br/> Peace must be might - beneath the fecundive earth.<br/> Funeral - I've never seen<br/> Funeral - questions are mean.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Visul este realizarea mascată a dorinței refulate"<br/> (FREUD)<br/> <br/> I call now for a long time<br/> In my sad garden where I wish to die <br/> My imagination is opened to you<br/> and all my things are beloved, I'm sure...<br/> You're here ... I can't believe<br/> You have already turned me grey...<br/> Listen closer to my severed past<br/> Listen, listen to our fevered lust.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Fieacare duce în spinare o enormă Himeră;<br/> cumplita fiară își înfigea cele două strașnice gheare <br/> în pieptul celui călărit și fabulosu-i cap<br/> se sprijinea pe fruntea omului"<br/> (CH. BAUDELAIRE - Fieacare cu himera lui)<br/> <br/> There is no help in philosophy,<br/> No help in changing out yesterday's truth,<br/> Utopias we yearned to touch are dying now<br/> And all the gods have humanly trespassed.<br/> Gods built the world from most prosaic sins<br/> and you are the lowest progeny of their copulation...<br/> In our constant fall we cut our wrists<br/> In shards of your painfully flooding essence<br/> Dramas of your outside beauty are leaving us indifferent,<br/> Soon you'll become gargoyles that treasure walls,<br/> Conatamined - you will have your socle<br/> Unfeeling - unable to be hurt<br/> You know - the statue is in you<br/> Expectant - a gargoyle grows in you.<br/> <br/> Mortgage Leads | Call Center
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026