The 5G Ballad

Rainbows and lightning are all after you,
Run for your life or they will pierce you
Corona discharges invisible needles
Like arrows they fly towards your candy giggles
A purple glow orbits your head.
You're encircled.

White matter and plasma acquire vibration
The wave is too deep for you to still sense
Fundamental decomposition and oxidation in glow
Begin...

But you can't tell anymore what they mean
And beg us to let you inside the electrical dream
"We lose him"... words converge from the  halls
And I can't stand the helpless discomfort
I got to think of something,
Of a way to reconnect you
To reality.

The ground?
Yes... Forget about the shiny stars right now!
I grab your indecisive arm
And you collapse on the ground
The purple glow dissipates,
The dreams, the visions, the worries
Return to baseline.

You open your eyes like a newborn child
Reaching with your pale arms towards a tuft of grass
It's green, it's here and it is alive
It's grown from the flesh and blood of our heirs
For you to rely on and to follow its path
Towards God's true breathing circle.

May 19, 2020
- to Mr. C.G.

Slave & Piano Event

Poem inspired by:



Your keys cry, replayed by the few flashes of my mind;
Just tyrany... and you, the Beautiful!

Melted, I struggle to hold them all together
But, entwined with your yesterday's fingers, they are slowly fading away...
...Then it comes the same day;
Disheveled, your godlike memories lay
On painful dawns...

This week I was a queen for two hours
And a slave for one hundred and sixty six.
Breathing for one hundred twenty minutes
And choking for the rest...

The highest, the deepest, the loveliest, the best...
The tameless rocker in disguise
Smoothly reassembling the human nature

My small - angelic, my huge - demonic prize
Unlocking the bars of my life cage,
Unleashing the sweetness of the primal rage
With a song...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
18.11.2011

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The writing is a bitter-sweet parody, inspired by his "Drum & Piano" Project.

Ethereal

Poem inspired by:



Don't fade out...
Please don't run through my peripheral veins...
My worn out T-cells need you inside
To blend my hypothalamic estrones with your keys
And make me immune to the chaos around...

Just stay...
Help me raise pituitary hearts and adrenal wishes
To the inborn angels beating in you...
Highlight the purple running in me,
Fuse the rain of your sound drops with the flushes that lift up to my face;
Draw continents of passion on my meaningless cast
And fly...

With you I'm able to grow wings
And hold the Earth like an orange;
With you stuck on the walls of my nerves
I'm the only illusion alive...
With you just, ethereal,
I...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
25.11.2011

Yesterday's Dream

Inspired by a real dream and by:



It's too harsh
It's too much...
It breaks, can't you feel?
It hurts, can't you hear?...

...It was your piano last night, crushed under merciless fingers...
Its keys were flowing down, like plastic,
Heated by moonlight rays.

I was standing there, like a shadow painted by Leonid Afremov;
I didn't necessarily expect anything
But I found myself slipping down the alley of your melted wrong keys
Together with the rest...

...I didn't think that you're the best
Until I saw Venice...
Everything was a stream
Flooding the streets, seizing the buildings
Touched by you, the tides were rising
Beautiful and frightening
From the ground to the sky;
On the ice of your cold breath we were skating downwards
Half alive and half spirits,
Surfing through a sea of unknown...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
28.11.2011

The Unborn (The anti-consumerism Ballad)

Inspired by:



The World is closing to an end.
Bells break the eardrums
When disguised priests pull the rope;
Children get unborn,
Unbaptised
And frightened in wombs.

Random masters rush us towards the final blast
And, cornered, we comply;
Connected to the self-destructive instinct
We can't but forge the pace of our gears;

Mechanical love, if any,
Is waged against the ancient dawns;
Like beasts, we bite with greed from each other,
Unfulfilled flesh leaving behind.

On the other side of the World,
Staring above, from apocalyptic waters,
Like a prince foreseeing through rubies,
You sing...

A piece of bread and a cold piano
Is all you need to magnify the surroundings;
But they didn't take the time to understand...
Like beaks, they came and crossed your chest
Leaving you wounded and weary...

The heavy seagulls landed on your shoulders
Ate it all,
Less your mind and your fingers keen to rise,
From pain and hope,
Endless rainbows on uncertain horizons...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
30.11.2011

Revealing

Inspired by:



Like snowflakes falling from the unknown
Your hands vanish down the boiling wounds of my brain;

Under your touch
The daily creeps get diseased and quiet;
...Pushed back in time
They are now just paintings on medieval walls.

Their electrical sword talks about evil
Like the survivors talk about war;
Under the dim light of a candle
Your shadow grows, their trifles shrink;
The Truth, clad in gold and sapphires,
Is not betrayed anymore...

Just here, jailed in the past,
Like the homeless, locked at my free will,
I can weave wishes at least,
I can hide in my own spherical mist
Revealing...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
02.12.2011

Night Peak

Inspired by:



Candidly laid
On my classical side
I thought that I fancied just the genius in you
I thought that I found the meaning of truth

But there's no sunset without the interplanetary kiss
And no sunrise without the erythrocytal birth
There's no art without bleeding
And no creation without merging
There's no innocence without passion
And no infant born outside of the flesh...

Sitting on my diffuse verandah
Pensive and misguided by your piano keys
By day I flooded you with cold admiration
In prayers cheating the overall of my definition.

But He who rearranges it all - the darkness -
Proved that you're not related to angels
When you cast the blue of your eyes
Upon my high erotic dreams
When you hold my breath, entwining,
When you made me cry for a piece of my meaning,
When your skin was smelling like the vice of the gods
When, defeated, I couldn't listen you singing,
When we didn't talk, but our cells.

You were so unromantic and man
Sweating in my mouth, under subconscious bites
The pulsating veins on your arms
Choking my breasts from their sides

...God
He was the one rising in me...
Connecting my mind to His electrical beam
He simply decoded you with The Scream...

- to Mr. Balázs Havasi
02.12.2011

Air Humans

In their strive of looking different to the ones around-
Uniform people struggling to rise above the crowds,
They always fall-
Birds without wings,
Violins without strings,
Hearts recirculating the same day,
Predictable smiles dissolved in the same morning coffee
Which paints with saccharin their staid array.

But who are us to judge?-
-Wretched air humans -
Hanging in between their dull happy nights and our lack of definition,  
Watching in sorrow their uneventful condition;
Translucent wings hovering with our shivers opened above
As they make their sweet earthly love...

What’s imponderability good at?
Is there any hierarchy like the one we've been taught?
Are they indeed below, are we truly beyond?...
...Unanswered questions sliding on my eyelids, my temples
As I emptily embrace the idealized projection of their angels…

...We were meant to fly, they were meant to stay,
We were meant to cry, they were meant to be ok…
The sky’s the wall and we can’t land on their grass
Just like they can’t reach to our shapeless sighs,
So don’t crave, don’t fight, just be…
Enjoy your flight, be light, be free…

- to Mr. T.W.
05.05.2014

Orgasm

Tirednesses come, one over the other
Hours, one by one, from my flesh biting
Longing convulsions of pleasure keep me awake until violet,
Explosions of unconsciousness in my open eyes flashing

Jailed by your phantasm between the walls of my mind
I roll awake in my bed like a ball of fire
Kissing dry sheets until my lips bleed,
In hugs overwhelming a shadow higher and higher and higher...

Like a snake I slide around the lifeless bedding
Cuddling to the moisture of your made-up sweat;
Your diffuse shapes kaleidoscopically flicker under my eyelids,
The darkness gets filled up to the ceiling with your envisioned scent

My spasms get high, gripping the steam of your veins,
Their frequency blazing my cheeks and my brains
A halo of flames projects my love in the skies
Yielding to you the tears in my eyes.

My gasps, my scream, so real, so strong
More real than any reality has ever to me come along,
Calling your name, slide back down my throat
Choking in heavens the heights of my mind

My pulse gets dreadful and weak with each dawns,
Melted inside my own insane sleepless nights
The sun rises again, blinding my sight, radiographing my sorrow
Walking on clouds, between homeostasis and collapse,
Wasting myself, I slightly hang on the vines of your willow...

-to Mr. T.W.
 20.03.2014

Nightmare

Why do I keep picturing past lovers
Making hard love in front of my eyes
Why do I keep being banned with legal papers
From my own pleasurable visions and sighs?


Why do I keep replacing your beauty with another
In each and every dream?
Humiliated and threatened with the exclusion
And leaving behind a defeated plume of steam?


Why can't I just enjoy the butter of your kind
Momentarily sliding... anointing high wires?
Why do I bother to see myself as a bridge
Between your current state and your true, instinctive desires?


Should be because I am aware of my extinct star condition, so far away from your cosmic system
A stray comet casting its last burst of fire upon your green kingdom
So well I know that it's not any of the three dimensions which keeps us apart, but the fourth
Hastening towards the cold sinister graves our growth.


God knows I'd keep it unbent with all of my nerves
Even for a sole bouquet of several whole-heated flowers
Why then, in the name of the Lord, can't we deride His narrow universal laws
Since we all turn to dust in just a few hundred thousands of hours?...

- to Mr. T.W
17.03.2014

Aerial

Crying your gods out,
Disenchanted because they didn't gift you with their boring perfection
You climb down your DNA spiral
And crash its stairs with each step that you make
Towards your fragile inner self.

Drained of its unexplainable rotation
And haunted by the double helix
Which makes classical measures of rigidity impossible,
Revolving the sun around the trees
And the trees around our own perception,
You search for outer cosmic means of scattering yourself
Into insignificant entities supposedly unable to feel,
To bind to laws that empower us with the holy balance
Between weakness and strength.

Running away from both belief and denial
Torn-hearted and aerial,
Floating on egotistical clouds of gold
Above the relative nothingness,
Pending just on the stubborn stairs that keep growing back
Again and again, healing,
You still...
You...

- to Mr. T. W.
26.02.2014

The Sphinx

She was cleaning the floor of my antiquated tears
Wiping them off with a dumb happy laughter;
My love was bleeding through her genitals
Portraying religions of sunset on the forehead of our beloved. 

She was slapped, mocked at and whipped 
I was just lonely and high, 
She got knelt down, disheveled and blown, 
While dumbfounded, I was just wondering why

I was thanking the Heavens 
For a few conventional phrases a day, 
While she bemired the Sphinx in our sheets
Claiming that everything is fair play. 

15 minutes have passed like a knife
Opening a dark tunnel in my viscera 
Through which my utopia escaped this dual world
To rest in peace, in my distilled loving era.


- to Mr. T.W.
11.02.2014

Din vis...

Iubitul meu cu ochii blanzi
Scursi ca rasina din poveste
Care, de ani, mi-au picurat in gand,
Chiar daca lumea noastra nu mai este...

O mare mi s-a strans in suflet
La fel de grea ca mierea de pin,
Pe care cea de zi cu zi uitare
M-a ajutat pan' acum sa o tin.

Era prea nemarginita ca sa pot sa o vad
Si prea melodioasa ca sa pot s-o aud
Cand cu bratele ei vascoase si dulci
Ma tragea spre un dor nestiut...

Imi tineam in mod curent rasuflarea
Si nu-mi dadeam seama de ce,
Pierduta pe alte taramuri
Unde nici un cunoscut nu mai e...

Pana cand, intr-o noapte,
Purtat de umbre, de ceata si gol,
Mi-ai aparut, din visele sparte,
Pe perna sifonata pasindu-mi domol...

Anevoie intorcandu-mi, de pe o parte pe alta,
Mierea pe care-o adunasem in minte,
Inotam prin rasini, intre veghe si somn,
Sarutandu-te adanc si fierbinte...

Valuri de sange imi bateau in tample
Ca mareele in peretii-unui vas,
Spargandu-se in bucati de aduceri aminte
Ce ma obligau incet sa te las.

Inima mare imi pulsa cu greu,
Atat de plina de tine,
Cautand intr-o fisura de zori
Ceva mai usor la care sa se-nchine;

Am deschis ochii mari
Ca doua ecluze
Si tot ce era-n ea s-a revarsat
In aceste cuvinte confuze.

-d-lui Alin T.
01.01.2014

Statuia fara Aripi

Eu sunt statuia fara aripi
Prinsa-n suruburi de banca pe care-am cautat-o atat, pentru tine;

Ca un con deschis, de sub merii sihastri,
Cerul ridica albastrul spre astri
Iar tu, urcandu-ma incet pe pilastri
Inca mai vorbesti pentru mine.

Primavara isi scutura florile de gheata
Pe corpul meu compact;
Prin crapaturi te vad iar in fatza
Ochii verzi, cu cristalinele tulburate-n culori,
Si sprancenele cu siluete de spada
Ma pun din nou la adapostul lor.

Doua mere se rostogolesc
Crescute din muschiul care ma-mparte in inimi;
Tu, poftind, ca pe petale le mangai,
In causul palmelor, cu foame le iei,
Intre buze le prinzi si le gusti pan' la plasma,
Siropul prelins din inceput de durere
Cu nesat il storci si il bei.

Cu dintii stralucitori ca de marmuri
Le musti incet si bumbii li-i sugi,
Cu degetele prinse de ei, catre tine ma tragi,
Le strangi cu putere in maini si bumbii cu limba-i rotesti,
Din piatra, in carne vie din nou ma prefaci
Si mintea, in cer, cu presiune mi-o urci.

Deschid ochii plansi si ma scol de pe banca
Tu n-ai fost aici, doar trecatori ce se uita la mine;
Trupul meu de piatra nu mai are fiori
Tramvaiul ma duce pe drumul stiut,
Cladiri imi vorbesc, pe rand, despre tine.

Ajung in camera mea, cu stomacul spasmodic si gol
Incerc sa ma dezbrac, dar hainele zgarie si dor
Imi privesc furtuna de sub ochi, in oglinda,
Si fatza, in palme, de realitati mi-o pun la adapost
Pe merele pulsande vad pete ca doua ventuze-
Niste hartzi rosii, difuze
Ce-mi dau senzatii confuze...

Cu viteza nervului incep inconstient sa ma mint,
Dorinta-mi radiaza in pantec;
Din amintiri, in ochii deschisi imi tresari iar, cu alint,
Si ma intreb: Ce-o fi fost?...

- d-lui Julian Aur
09.03.2012

Din Pamant

Metroul e gol fara tine
Lumea mi se-nghesuie-n tample;
Atarnand de barele nervilor mei,
Electric, ma descarca prin şine.

Violata-n fiecare dimineata,
Pentru o ora pe seara traiesc
Cu fardul pus pe sentimente ce ma depasesc,
Ma rog sa-mi iesi iar in fatza.

Sub sinele scrasnind, uleios sa ne scurgem,
Ca doua picaturi de apa cereasca
Nici o camera de luat vederi sa nu ne mai gaseasca
Cand cu ingeri ne ungem.

De felinarele vii, legate cu sarma,
Suspendati ca doua pasari oarbe
Sa invatam reciproc a ne soarbe,
Inhaland intunecimea diurna.

Sub firele prinse-n perete
Cu degetele mele
Ca niste clipsuri inclestate de placere,
Din brate sa-mi impletesti o colivie pe spate.

Sa ma iei de dorinti ca de-un maner
Si sa ma plimbi prin tunelul creierului tau,
Sa-mi spui cate variante are Dumnezeu
...De ce strigatele-n gat ti se opresc? Cand eu...
Din Pamant, crescand in voci, de dragul tau,
Ca Luna-n vazul tuturor tasnesc...

- d-lui Julian Aur
12.03.2012