LABEL WOMAN

Poem by Celestine

At your breast I have slipped sharply,

Constrained morning between your thighs.

I was born in my own hands

Stepped over my fingers,

Like a smoked river in a world

Of men.

Will you marry me if I'm dead? 
Under the weight of a rough ground,

Spread me at your feet.

Punch me with my shortcoming,

Let my deaf angel inside your ear.

Throw me in you!

Kill my fear,

For I was born backwards,

Inside myself.

 

Created label for your lips

Tasting the air I breath.

You are my last cigarette!

My last pleasure when I die inside.

Thou shalt not steal the balm,

Inside my chest.

You put my soul on the paper.

My pencil wrote over your heart

With a smile,

With a tear,

With a noisy kiss,

Between your clumsy lips.

I am alive inside your eyes

Dragged the old me under your hat,

When I fall into your arms,

So certain!

You are my vertical illusion.

THE DEATH OF THE DEATH

                        

  Poem by Celestine

 Blindfolded delight longing for me

Behind my angels my hat was on

Covering the darkness inside-out.

I love you tomorrow,

I promise you!

For today I am resting my soul.

 

 

Blindfolded pleasure at my wedding

When the dark spouse gathered my joy,

Inside his pockets.

Tomorrow he returns to me,

With dead promises.

  

 Blindfolded death of mine,

Those losted hands digging inside me

Reaching for the white heart,

For the white rabbit,

For the white hole,

For the white birth.

In for a penny, in for a pound

Is the dance of the deads.

I died today.

It was the death of the Self,

When you forgot the story of life.

How did the joy became sorrow,

When her breast fed you with debts.

The travel of oblivion,

Is the oblivion of Man.

TRUE LIES

 Poem by Celestine 

Hung nakedness

Was pulling down the cadence,

So I kiss the shame 

Out of your hands.

Dominating your death,

I gave away my determination.

I stick my forehead to the ugly mouths

With smiles deluging your lies.

I weep inside your spotless mind,

When you kiss the silence of my eyelash,

Banishing me to myself.

 So I ran after a piece of me,

One hand equal to my heart,

One heart equal to my eyes,

Spread it all over.

I would stick my eyes to the graves

By my dead I'd fill you with touch.

You want me in your birth,

Scenting the power inside tomorrow.

In the silent dance,

You sent me back to myself

When I desert you all.

ALPHA CENTAURI

And if it hurts 

I say:

Beyond those three stars 

my pain is dust.

For I know...

I am just the end of my pain.

 

  Poem by Celestine

Do you remember the spring?

That green burst out from your lazy eye 

And flashed me.

So funny to believe in green eyelashes

Covering that light,

They call it the Centauri-summer.

 Do you think the summer is yellow?

It's like warm illusion of the red pocket

When you put your hand into:

First you grab the sun,

Then you think of a sweet smell

Around your fingers.

Tiny little gap of joy inside your heart.

When your planet fits your hand,

When your hand fits your pocket,

When your pocket fits your summer.

By any chance,

Have you seen my ancient  fall?

You know... 

Those leaves that covered your chest,

When the stars had no trees to hang on,

When the beauty had no shoes to walk with,

When the planet became purple,

Before the oblivion.

So cold and yet...
So bleak, 
That smile you put between my lips 

And said:

Do you remember my winter birth?
They killed me in the summer,
For I shall blossom in my winter scale.
Devils behind are small,
No hat over the third eye.

Those two stars that came along 

By nature.

The flippancy of my Gods made me believe,

In love.

So premature reduction of my eyelash,

A rapscallion iris painted in blue.

 

My Alpha apple-star broke in two:

One star I gave to my angel,

And the other to his enemy

Who made my eye rain.

Those tears forgot my brolly,

So wet slippery eye fell

Into your hands.

No umbrella fit my pocket,

When I put you in there.

THE DENIAL

  Poem by Celestine

Stick your hands to my temples
The eyes hung the nakedness
When I pull down your cadence.
So I kissed your hands 

When the shame dominated my death.

Too blind to see the white bird,

Sucking your black blood 

Out of your ear.

It is the legend of the failure,

The denial of the fallen one.

 

 I throw you over the empty walls
Making love out of it.
  Then I stick my head inside your ugly mouth,

For I would fill it with smiling lies.
I weep for those hanging to nothing,
Kissers of the eyelash silence.
I punished myself with death
When I denied your greatness...
My humble determination of love.

Don't need your cloudy help,
I keep in touch with my death.
No need to love my world, my spirit.

Tomorrow is powerless
For today I deny your mirror!

What can you do without me?
Your perfect love died when I was born.
It's time to change places
So you can learn the lesson,
Of not loving my fear.

NICOTIANA AFFINIS

Where  is the beautiful is the power inside us!

Poem by Celestine

All my angels are tired, so I let them listening 

While I was sleeping

The night I turned on your knees

Is the night I smelt the nicotine on the leaf.

With this claw,
 The savage residence appease my pleasure, still.

It's your descendants month,

Had left fingers through your hair at their wedding.

I left the bed of green satin,

When your butterflies were caught lip.

I've turned inside out,

Queen of clay... ravaged me, by smelling it.

Your way, my way, under the heel of your left eye,

When you have reached my solar feet.

Find me in a thousand sand circles to get pierced

 With the sweet milk offshoot.

What plant pulls out your chest in thousands of ventricles

In a forgotten beat.

The breath of heaven rustling

Between your burned lips.

You killed the Machiavellian darkness,

King over certainty, the king of the affinities is not dead!

No longer coastal will,

You're a woman now!

 

Your trees flourished in the womb land,

Fancy fruit learned to walk.

Out of lust you blossomed into full touch,

Coiled me into shiver,

When your void breast - shattering milk

Of high-miss sea, was between us.

You were struck by the turmoil bank of denial,

I've wanted you in the reverse branches of the forehead,

Out of cheeks and the lack of the sun, into the middle.

Hide me into the Orfeus dance.

Today I'm not the nourishment for the music

It is the birth-cry healing.

Oh, my queen!

At night I have blossomed over indifference,

I shuddered my egoistical mirror

You are firm to me - shade with freckles,

Bent over my pain.

And shake my breath by smelling my  free world,

For they forgot to feel your beauty

Into the great slumber curse.

Virgin of the moon,

Your tear is but the fruit growing into the ground,

Teach me how to walk, how to stand up your immortality.

Then...

Teach me to be.

"THE WORLD BELOW" DECALOGUE

 

Excerpt from the novel "The World Below",
Junimea Publishing House, Iassy, Romania, 2010
by Celestine

 HOW CAN WE FORGET 

WHAT MADE US TO REMEMBER?

 THE DECALOGUE

1

If you haven’t loved yet, you have stainless, long time to do so.


2 

Don’t leave your ship nor your soul, as you stare into the abyss, because where there is a fall... there’s a new ascension!


3

If you fear darkness, remember even darkness fears the light.


4

 If you are afraid of your fellow man, ask yourself how much he fears your fear.


5

 If you’re ashamed to hug a stranger, first make friends with the stranger inside you.


6

If running away is the best defence into the mind’s hell, 
go into the hell and run away from your mind.


7

Though judging others comforts you, do understand judging
through the “comfort” of the others. 


8

 Give children the right to be yours,but leave them free to play and wander at their will, thus when they ought to be grown they shall breed you, as well. 


9

 Learn to learn nothing and feel the lack of 
knowledge apart of not learning, but something
given ahead.


10
When you feel healthy inside, let open your souls and ask not for truths you cannot bear.

Tell them that the world belongs to water and into water they will find a new beginning.


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            Tell them that the night shall be day when they will find the love of the fellow man.


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            Tell them when they’ll let themselves free, their souls will travel along and when they’ll cease the war within themselves, they will find their peace.


***

Show them the beauty inside any beast, as for every beast was born to regale itself from kindness.

***

  Give them your knowledge as I have given it to you and help them dream the purity beyond and within the water.


***

I shall come in hard times embracing your pain, your foreheads and tear full eyes I shall wash and with my tales I shall caress you. 

***

            If you haven’t been loved yet, you have a soul that’s searching itself through love. 


         ***          

When you feel deserted, look up for the sky

and scream at those forsaken to fill up your soul, thus the sky full of rain and the flowers’ fields will lay down upon you, to comfort your tiredness.


***

     If you have forgotten how love looks like at its edges, embrace the trees, they shall ask for nothing in return, only bring you remembrance, they shall.


***

  If  you have forgotten you’re not alone in this world, look at the mountain peaks and at the vastness of the sea, for they shall always be there for you, when you’re longing. 


         ***          

   If  from your path have strayed and can’t find your way or the road ahead,leave memories along the trail, for the road is not ahead, but back where you have started from.  


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     Thus every ending is a new beginning, every beginning is a new ending, as well.


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The whole man’s wonder lies within simple drops of water, so to feel pure, there’s no need for a bunch of clouds.