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nailed-up for Naglfar
02:23 Apr 20 2008
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after she abbandoned me to myself
my body took the shape of a nail
simplifying the sensations
decanting any reaction
hoarding up the dephts
slowly preparing myself for the wave-lenght eternal sea
leaving this last gasp(er?)
on the walls of my vault
and there I see our imaginary son
he, Altar, Ieronim,
he the judge,he the hidden,
with majestic wings
floating towards me
and he`s holding the scissors in his left hand
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the romanian version:
carpacit pentru Naglfar
la vremea cand ea m-a abandonat
mie insumi,
corpul meu a lut forma de unghie
simplificand senzatiile,
decantand orice reactie,
adunand in hoarde adancurile
preparandu-ma incet pentru vesnica mare a lugimilor de unda
lasand aceasta ultima suflare(fum?)
pe peretii criptei
zaresc cum vine fiul nostru imaginar,
el, Altar, Ieronim,
el judecatorul, el ascunsul,
cu marete aripi de panza
plutind catre mine
tine strans un foarfece in mana stanga
?01:08 Apr 19 2008
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you are nailed up there
all this time you lived a paralel life in my darkness
lifeless
i
feel you watching down at me
from the cross
with christic expression
your shoulders are lifted somehow
as like you would give me the sole answer
to the ancient question
preraphaelite canvas with the shadow of April13:56 Apr 08 2008
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you sit on a stone
on the lakeside
wrapped in the gown of my arteries
I lie my tumultuous brow on your palm
quiet
trying to rest
trying to remember the beginning
of the end
a single drop
purls into the water
you restore me to myself
tatooed with the writings of a severed past
a sigle tear
to start this present waterfall
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The first poem I wrote for my beloved April.
The picture was chosen by her.
Immersion03:00 Apr 04 2008
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They slip
the wet words slip through the palms of the siren
forver she remains mute
like the mistery
like the wisdom
leaving just humming waves
that strike our hollowed hearts
I`ve made a haughty offering to her greatness
my bent knees longing for the incandescence of the time
Saturn overthrows his hours into glass
the silicon particles decompose my language
and the cybernetic double of my brain
leaves me crippled and poor
on your shores
a statue of stone
hoping for understanding
burried by the scattered golden sounds
and images
"as quick as it came,
it goes"
like the wind through her golden locks
like her blessed waves
washing away the envy
and temptation
washing away the flesh, the sentiments
the skeleton
now becoming sand, gold
now becoming ruin
now becoming
past
until my words will burn
her palms
and finally slip
through the depths
of the oceanne...
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This poem is a response to a journal post
of our beloved friend and extraordinary soul
who`s appearance we can percieve under the beautiful name of
Oceanne.
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COMMENTS
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Drakontion
11:29 Apr 20 2008
...vivid...
you should read it and record the voice and put it up also. i'm sure it would have much more expression spoken.
LostKitten
17:35 Apr 20 2008
You always leave me with wanting to hear more.
Theshining1
21:08 Apr 20 2008
yes please do...
Dragonrouge
23:09 Apr 21 2008
Oh, guys, if my pale vampiric skin would allow that I would really blush...
I never recite my poems and this is far to hard for me to recite, I`ll cut one or many ways of lectures in the favour of only one interpretation.
Iolanthe
00:15 Apr 29 2008
beautiful...
ravenspell
23:51 Jun 26 2008
very nice an understanding the meaning is to one consept of seeing to me a fallen angal.