Category: Thoughts

Agnostic Manifesto…

Banned, from all begging songs were I... As morning came, and buds broke free their long awaited colours, I listened for another hush... but dumb my soul remained, in silence other than my own, to paint the shade of unseen colours yet unborn, yet silent... as the Ruach, unchanged through aions would usher yet another … Continue reading Agnostic Manifesto…

“Not dark… yet… ” – Schizophrenica Magna

I would remember any time available for thought. I could avenge all memories chewable, or less... I should attain for nothing more than senses... I? Me! Why? Why's no one else available for thinking? Why so alone am starving here for waitings, I...? Bye... Just me and I...

Dali…

Poor eyes, framing a storm of melting senses, painstakingly written all over a canvas of dreams... Poor brain, hunting a hoard of images too pure to remain sounds of a melting echo... Poor heart, unbeaten by what order would have murdered for... Perfect it seemed, and bound to freedom... with, and without the Salvador...

…lia

Do you remember ...lia? How I used to wait every Transylvanian spring just for your velveted self? The air was still rare there up, where snow and the sky below shared the dripping thinness of May... Grandma always dragged me all the way through the park, for the bark and your purple stained white... Do … Continue reading …lia

Castro vs. Guevara…

It was hard to decide a nominal primacy in the title; as hard as any attempt to do "justice" in times when simple concepts as "justice" have long lost their original meaning, if at any moment of their history, any... In the end, I left it to my musical ear to decide, and it looks … Continue reading Castro vs. Guevara…

“Guard your heart, above all…”

or Orwell's 1984, revisited... "Who controls the past, controls the future... ...who controls the present, controls the past." George Orwell It's never been easy to return... Anywhere... Especially to places echoing unwanted memories, long gone past times stubbornly alive and well enough to torn -always nearly- healed wounds. Then comes the bleeding, the tears, and … Continue reading “Guard your heart, above all…”

Social poem 1

They're all gone now. Swallowed down by windy pipes gone by... Some hairy brushes sinking low below Those every seconds left untouched. Where's time now mum? Where is it m'am? So fond of words, so fond... Label me life; label me as you would label toes... Dead, cold, as the reminder of an unpaid day … Continue reading Social poem 1

When your mind is in the wrong place…

-A short essay on Nazim Hikmet...- "at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart" Nazim Hikmet How strange... Of most people it would be expected to have been mentally settled by the age of fifty; how wrong... I have found my introductory quote within the opening thoughts of an -until now- unknown … Continue reading When your mind is in the wrong place…

Post-non-apocalyptic, psychoanalyric therapy session…

ATTENTION: The shown image and text are NOT an invitation to action! Please read responsibly, at your own risk! It's 2013, following the End of the World/Year, with hoards of zombie-like survivors hangovering wind-blown, empty streets, littered with the scattered remains of what was once The Great Late Year 2012... Only the prepared ones seem … Continue reading Post-non-apocalyptic, psychoanalyric therapy session…