Tag: Poetry

UPSIDE-DOWN, ABANDONED HEARTSTRINGS: Poetry from The Dark Side of Asperger’s Autism Vol. 2, Ed. 1 -With Original Images & Artwork-

When your mind is in the wrong place... "at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart"from Don Quixote, by Nazim Hikmet, 1947, Translated from Turkish by Taner Baybars Strange... Of most people it would be expected to have been mentally settled by the age of fifty; how wrong.Fond of Cervantes' Don since … Continue reading UPSIDE-DOWN, ABANDONED HEARTSTRINGS: Poetry from The Dark Side of Asperger’s Autism Vol. 2, Ed. 1 -With Original Images & Artwork-

So Happy to Have Re-Found You All, and NEW BOOK announcements: DEFIANT HOPELESSNESS: The Dark Side of Asperger’s Autism Reflected in My Poetry – Vol1 -2nd, Revised, Updated & Upgraded Edition- Kindle Edition

I’m not even sure how to call what I am about to tell you. I belong to that generation, who learned the basics of Internet technology on all four, behind the desk, or under the table, crisscrossing the wires to be connected to first-generation archaic modems, which those like me can recall either by the … Continue reading So Happy to Have Re-Found You All, and NEW BOOK announcements: DEFIANT HOPELESSNESS: The Dark Side of Asperger’s Autism Reflected in My Poetry – Vol1 -2nd, Revised, Updated & Upgraded Edition- Kindle Edition

DEFIANT HOPELESSNESS: The Dark Side of Asperger’s Autism Reflected in My Poetry, Vol 1, 1st Edition

DEFIANT HOPELESSNESS: The Dark Side of Asperger's Autism Reflected in My Poetry, Vol 1, 1st Edition In light of the excitement brought by the publication of my second poetry volume, "DEFIANT HOPELESSNESS: The Dark Side of Asperger's Autism Reflected in My Poetry, Vol 1, 2nd Edition", which I will shortly inform you about in a … Continue reading DEFIANT HOPELESSNESS: The Dark Side of Asperger’s Autism Reflected in My Poetry, Vol 1, 1st Edition

Embrace…

There
 Where no thoughts remain at the door to nowhere. Where autumn crawls under each fallen dream to carry it beyond forgiveness
 I've learned to count backwards from illusion, hoping to reach the point of no return into some stranger's thoughts about my own defeat. When we sit down, my soul and thee, it's me...

The #autistic lives of pines…

I was born in Northern Transylvania's Maramures, at the feet of majestic mountains, covered by ancient, noble forests, with their trees as brothers to us, and sisters. Strong beeches, venerable oaks, solitary pines, imbued with the crystalline waters of pure streams 
 It's the pines which fascinated my people for millennia, giving us our cradles, … Continue reading The #autistic lives of pines…

Where clouds merge…

Too late to paint the shades of darkness; it’s after midnight, don’t you know? So many wounds, and so much harshness, of deaths outrunning lives too slow
   Do we remember our own image mirrored, the smell of revenge on edges of time, of tenderness scarred and hopes littered, of poems unworthy of paper and … Continue reading Where clouds merge…

Shelves to nowhere…

  I need one more day to remember tomorrow, a page underneath old volumes of pain, stolen perhaps from where’s nothing to borrow, oblivious libraries of not much to gain
   Pacing intrigued through shelves to nowhere, wars of empires coveting gold, buried beneath my belonging to somewhere, echoes and voices of stories untold
   … Continue reading Shelves to nowhere…

A metric analysis of impossible rhymes


Life’s like a lobotomised impression inside a golden skull; too cheap to bury, too expensive to keep. A Stradivari of motionless complexities, all sailing south, monstrosities, as forbidden banners of condemned rebellions
 Tied to the mast of someone else’s travels, on sleepless waves of no more dreams to catch, blinded lighthouses towering over shipwrecked carcasses … Continue reading A metric analysis of impossible rhymes