vineri, 25 ianuarie 2013

"THE WORLD BELOW" - Recorded

"THE WORLD BELOW" was recorded.


marți, 15 ianuarie 2013


Six levels of the creation:

  • Childhood dream
  • Butterflies in the stomach
  • Growing love
  • Love's apogee
  •  The waiting for 
  • The end of the dream

A poem by Celestine

New wings for the sky walker
A painted ear was framed inside my heart;
I wanted a new identity to hear me out
Dragging down the whole Universe
Made a cosmic laughter in my pilgrim's soul,
Made a new flight for my human's agenda.

That green bone has defiled the world
 Devilish eye inspired by life,
Like a Menorah above those bowed foreheads.
But you took me into your arms, 
Crushing that green bone of  
 the dark angel...
Dressed up in white.

I've danced into the life's cruel palms,
Being crucified between its shoulders 
Left joy on that swing of hope
Made the circle of life spinning,
Around the beast's ankle.
His stuck-up heart surrounded my angel
with lies.

The Universe:
A huge cheek bone biting those spheres
A complete circle of energy holding your hands.
I made the world for you,
I made that temple of embracing life
 Condescending human's communion,
when I forged Eden.

Those hands, that touch...
A bit of my heart running towards my fear:
That fear!
Kadmon's incarnation of a betrayed God.
That madness bursting out into a womb
When we live the full circle.
Was I wrapped up in that book of glory?
 Was I a giant bulge of love
that exploded on Earth?

That onus ascribed to my angel
A fiery bosom friend that became a woman
Loveable creation by men rules'
A round cosmos playing by heart human's solitude.
A scintillating Universe swinging into the woman's lungs.
Singing like a violin the obsolete song
of a cross-shaped life,
Into a perfect circle! 

sâmbătă, 3 noiembrie 2012


 Poem by Celestine

" The privilege of "seeing" before others  
was paid dearly on Earth.
Strange and contradictory is the mood of 
the human's crowd 
Whose progress is drawn to
the irresistible, being insulted by others while they open their eyes."

Heart is also a heart when you break it in two.
It's like a deep sigh,
Thrown in a shady recess of compromise and lies, 
Apparently curative.
Clung to a He or a She
 By sitting on your knees you are ready to re-create:
First you draw eyes, nose, mouth.
Then you decide to make a cheek bone line 
and perfect teeth.
She won with this smile,
The perfect key to your heart.

Why eye for an eye?
That prolonged vision out of the mirrors
Makes him elongate her concupiscence:
The external frame.
Stop drawing her next to him,
Stop drawing him next to her.
Let go your fear of being seen,
The way you are.

 Why let the hand on my leg?
Sitting on your knees and learn to demand:
For those beautiful eyes, smile, hair...
Not enough!
Need to resign from wanting something,
Sweet compromise of your numinous fear.
That collective imagination that you break into.
Gazing eyes dominating your fear...
Transformed your Ego into a perfect kneeler.
Folded meanders of the archetype.
Sinusoidal rite gasps out of the truth
But you do not want the truth,
Oh, no ...
You want her to be broken from your own rib:

Wavy hair, blue eyes, fleshy wet mouth:
Confidence of the Creator.
 Then she smiles:
The belonging, the ownership.
Another way of saying:
I want you.  

He rived the dark wings and gave life breath
 For those detached to bare these hands,
The hands who built us, free.
Where were we when the sky fell down on Earth?
The entire love was submerged 
In the middle of your chest.
Swim inside yourself!

Why hand in hand?
When through the oval,
The bond was made!
The almond shape of the Universe,
Ready to give birth without strings.
 Why crying for the seed,
When the wind spread it all over? 


Stolen moments are designed over the years: 
 The detachment theory about Love:
No need for policy,
No need for a butterfly bow 
To keep down man's dreams,
Inside of a memory.

Stay still so I can touch your face,
 Redundancy of the past, 
In no motion. 
The biggest hoax of humanity overlaps the
main script:
The attachment! 
The lie you breathe when you're hardly alone. 

She was beautiful,
Just when she felt abandoned
Next to a morning coffee.
Typical script when she started all over
Like a Dionysian silence sipping the whole world.

 She bares her head like a victim,
In front of a man.
 That crumpled theory about Love
Was in fact the odious drawing about the future:
The no-guarantee! 

miercuri, 19 septembrie 2012


Down to the sky
I let the sun go by this world of fears
For the light that guided me
was the celestial light.

by Celestine

I have been given the right to fly
My upside-down sky took away this right.
I put the sea above and learned to swim among those clouds.
How is to find the sun at shore...
To step over it,
Burnt feet, sand in the yellow eye
No rain under my eyelashes,
No God above... to dominate my world
In reverse.

How big was my sea, 
In gentle breast, cut?
I proceeded to light,
Just walking across the sky.

You know the dance of the Earth,
When you rotate the head of a deer?
It's like a child with the face full of tears,
The sea was made out of them.
Did you ever hear the sea' song?
The flurry inside my heart
Belongs to it:
I was born inside this war.

The waterfall of my celestial light
Falling down the sea
Made of cloudy bones, iron dreams and sweet lies.
My inside-out house of illusions,
All falling into my sky, beneath.
How is to pray to the sea, out of the reason
To put the moon in the middle of it,
To drown the stars inside a fish's mouth
To let them breath the sky below.

For ages I prayed to walk on heaven, made of sand
No gloves when the angels touched me,
Pouring with fish bones on my shoulders.
That waterfall of dreams
Fell under my feet.

That kiss,
Under the soles of the world.
Above the star's thieves I put human's dreams,
They see me when I die inside them
But when I stole that kiss...
They covered their senses.

How big was my world,
Dressed up with grass and trees coiled.
Breast of lamb I had none,
I was my own hero when I felt your cheek under my lips
So much light inside my eye
Like a glimpse, that moment...
That kiss...
Under my feet died.

With the will of God into my pockets,
Reaching out for my butterfly destiny,
Wandering among the hosts of angels.
Once I got into heaven next to you.
Then you flew back on my finger,
Soft wings touching my true North
Soft pointed finger of the other Me,
Came into my light...
Making your home beneath my sky.

And they got me,
With all this waste and longing.
They said that I am beautiful
When I stop my heart beating and I lock it up,
Thy put me to a nowhere sky.
A sky you'll never touch,
Without climbing my celestial light.