De ziua ta, Mămico

Ce-ţi doresc eu ţie, dulce Românie,

Osuar de glorii ruginind de dor?

Din adâncu-i tainic, Bardul să mă ierte,

Că-i imită cântul zumzet de trântor,

Să topească ceara, pietrele să crape,

Cerul să înmoaie jugu-apăsător,

Cu a sa rafale, fie să răsune,

În auz și-n inimi, glasul lui Stentor!

De pe-o bancă rece Răul ne aruncă,

Împrejur și-n case ochi iscoditor,

Cu priviri vorace munții ni-i mănâncă,

Rodul ni-l despoaie până la cotor,

Lupii și-i asmute stâna să vegheze,

Apele se sting în setea lor,

Mai bine ca timpul să dezarhiveze,

Sabia și turbanul de cotropitor.

Limba se-mpletește, ochiul împânzește,

Portul putrezește pe pridvor,

Iele se înfoaie, brazii se îndoaie,

Sfinții se închină la televizor,

Un potop de ape vine să ne-ngroape,

Dochia-și cată pieptene pe for,

Cine să audă, cine să ne scape,

Mâinile întinse doar senzații vor.

Ce-ţi doresc eu ţie, dulce Românie,

Sanctuar al Terrei, puls nepieritor!

Cinstea și isprava erau ale tale,

De-ai fi fost nuntită cu un alt popor,

Degete sortite-n lucru la războaie,

Cu-n sărut vă cer doar ăst favor:

Să îi sorb surâsul, să-i miros căldura,

Pân' la ea în poală capul să-mi pogor!

Polymorphism

I've been void and I've been full,
Both exception and the rule;

I've been sightless, I have seen,
Things outside and deep within;

I've been shallow and abyss,
Spitting lips and lips that kiss;

I've been cold, I've been alive,
Queen of flames and humming hive;

I've been wild, I've been tamed,
Beast of burden, wrath unchained;

I've been green and autumn drained,
Waxing dreams and stars that waned;

I've been then and thereafter,
Clouds of storm and rumbling laughter;

Saving breath and tear drowned,
I've been sane and darkness crowned;

I've been dusk and I've been dawn,
I've been raven, I've been swan;

I've been grave and I've been song,
Bleeding knees and deathly strong;

I've been sin and sacrifice,
Sanguine circle, holy vice;

Things unnumbered I have been,
Save the warmth beneath your skin.

Pia Non Morietur

Unending incursions through libraries of Babel,
The haze of its branches, with no saving cable,
The fallen are taunting through records so parched,
One sip of their murmurs, I'm deeply discharged.

Delving ever deeper for things I don't seek,
Every abyss I unmask becomes a new peak,
That my hope clings to with fading grip,
As I'm slowly driven t'wards innermost keep.

When does the test end? Where do the answers lie?
Oh, Lucious, just face me! Won't bite, don't be shy!

The Pathfinder

The thing that I share, the thing I will show,
You've seen it already, you already know,
That thing precisely compels us to it.
When reason dictates that you spit,
Instead I tell you to swallow,
That thought and let your heart follow!

It finds you upright, it finds you abed,
Beheading the sin and giving it head;
In pieces it finds you, it finds you at peace,
Consumed by your engines and wholly remiss;
If finds you in silence, it finds you in song,
Erupting like crackers and dormant as fog;
It finds you in love, it finds you in cold,
Unwrapping the new, enthralled by the old;
It catches you laugh, it catches you weep,
With joy that you gave, or struggled to keep;
It catches you right, it catches you left,
United as one, by oneness bereft;
It catches you soaring, it catches you fall,
To wider ellipses, from shuttles too small;
In thought it does catch you, it catches in act,
The theory it catches, as well as the fact.

The thing that I speak of, the thing that you seek,
Has found you already, YOU LIMITLESS FREAK!!