duminică, 25 martie 2012

WITH THE HEART AT SIGHT

Poem by Celestine


Wall tuition inside your basket back,
They call it - heart's lesson.
When you poured it over lapel
With the strength and struggle inside your chest.
No fingers of Thor,
No Gods holding his hammer.
Just making the hem of glory,
Around your woeful heart.


 




The revolving motion of my heart
Made of bones...
My becoming shelter of love.
Spitting on your own blanket,
With the gratitude of the nailed-up heart
For I learnt to walk to the death,
With my bare feet.


   
He loved the ballanced kiss of the creature
Who wrote the dorsal emotion inside his palm.
Mystical story about one man
Who denied the gifted heart of Gods.
The primogeniture was broken, 
When he was made out of her.
The woman's rib was taken by man.
Replaced heart with the beginning habit
Of the wanted love, outside his chest.



Who will stop the pendulum when I defy the time?
Little steps making of sand
When you try to rebuild the old me.
Dragging past over your lips shall remain.
 Unfed God of Love
Hidden rock into your chest
Wanted to come today,
With his heart at sight.

 

Under your hat I felt like a woman
Defined aspects of giving myself,
To you.
I saw how you stole the angels
With all my heart,
Having the tethered love by creation of a dream.
My dream.
A simple dance of how to love
By pulling out my empty useless heart.


Bring me back my swing denuded tree
When running from-such love,
Of your hanging breast.
I downloaded your pain from the heart,
Laying it into the ground of the rootless world
When I became an angel of the purple sounds
The sounds inside God's chest,
When he put his heart at sight.


miercuri, 14 martie 2012

FLIGHT TO HIM



 Poem by Celestine


Trees for water-seeking souls,
Time pieces sold my future, randomly.
Let's kill him!
They cried in chorus 
Ravening the virgin moon.
Angel fliers Sunday
Came to him in the rafter of his mind.
His heart went crazy out of the trees,
Holding my storm beats.


Trees for the hearts still beating,
 Despite the hire time of illusion. 
My broke eye saw the real world,
Incense and wine flourished
When I touched your lips,
Covered with birch.
I saw my flight to you,
When I stopped your smile,
Stopped the world from dreaming.
Then the fruits of a diseased spring
Had caught into your hair,
And I blew myself away.

  
 I lied when covering with green
  Your believes:
 That today's the day of foaling a mare,
Baking popular blue bones 
Of some called Universe.
  The woman's seat on a chair
  Played you!
Why crane forward to see 
My flight to you?
  Why God's nest into this world?
  Growing delirious love inside your lungs.
  Why cry for a moment,
  Then forget for eternity?

  Break the walls around your ears,
  Break my dream about birds.
  A mystical flight inside your head
Killed the idea of me.
  I was once the hand into your hand,
The dance guided by those wings.
Dangerous touch of light
Covered my spinny, 
Into your arms.

 
   Today is the sorcerers' day
I shall see again!
Knowing how to die inside this world
 I guarded your shoulder,
When you washed my heart.
 

Washing those blue bones out of rage,
When the sky above hated my little world,
For such love.
Tired flight of two legs,
Broken wings for two arms,
Lost dreams for one heart.
I need more time...
To make this flight.