A Knight's Dark Dreams

The Jester

2011-12-15T00:47:00.000+02:00

We're getting a little closer to the beginning of the story. Hopefully, I'll get a stroke of inspiration soon. Enjoy

The Jester

Among the cheery crowd a’mingling,

A nimble figure with bells a’jingling

And clad in motley, a fool

Spun like thread on a spool.

He whistled and jeered

And at the guests sneered.

Flipped, hid, jumped and bowed,

And, from atop a table, he spoke aloud:

Call me Merry Mort,

Jester Royal of the Court.

T’is my duty to escort

And to amuse the King and Consort

I welcome each and all, dames and gents.

The year’s done, its time – spent.

So the feast enjoy, lords and ladies,

And your cups raise, bid farewell to Hades.

Right is the time, all your sorrows bury.

T’is the night when all make merry,

For Rhyme plays the flute

And Reason plays the lute.

Mulled wine and chilled ale,

To help you down both deer and quail,

Pigeon we have, and mutton too

For the thin and the gluttons in you.

Should you so please,

To subject you, allow me, to a tease.

A small and harmless charade,

Fitting for this gloomy masquerade.

Should you find yourself wearing a crown,

In a cup would your sorrows drown?

Should you find yourself donning a dress,

Would you dance to rule or to impress?

Should you find yourself wielding a sword,

With fire would you play, or be the lord?

Should you find yourself hiding behind a mask,

Would you dawdle or raise up to the task?

Pray tell, can you choose when to fall?

Would you fight it? Risk it? Lose it all?

While you eat and drink to your hearts’ content,

Think about that, ladies and gents.

Alas, depart I must, my time is done,

Have your fill and have your fun.

But be wary of this eerie candle glow,

For we’ll all dine with the shadows.

He disappeared in a cloud of smoke

Which made some cry and some choke.

Yet, save one, none have stayed, in the night’s late,

To ponder about their darkening fate.

The Dragon's Rose

2011-05-19T02:28:00.000+03:00

The newest installment in the Knight's Tale.

The Dragon’s Rose

A warrior, foolhardy and brazen,

Upon hearing the king’s plea,

Without thought of praise or blazon,

Lunged to seize his destiny’s key,

For the opportunity he longed for arose.

His king’s respect he’d earn,

By retrieving the Dragon’s Rose,

That which is guarded by the Wyvern.

Under the light of the Wolf Moon,

In what is known as the Forest of Gloom,

He came to a pillar engraved with runes,

Pointing to the place where brave men met their doom.

As he trekked through the dark woods on his steed,

He came across the mouth of a bone filled cave.

Not giving it a second thought of the pints he’d bleed

Nor if this foolish undertaking would lead to his grave,

He ventured in… but not before he downed a small flask

Meant to ease the darkness’ heavy burden.

He’d need his sight, if he’d complete this task,

Even more, before the rise of dawn’s first curtain.

Sneaking down the long narrow hall,

He reached the entrance of a stench filled lair.

Upon entering, his cautious tread soon stalled,

For his gaze met blood caked claws and an icy stare.

Startled, he drew his sword and stepped back,

Knowing not what kind of monster he awoke.

The Dragonkin stood with mouth agape, as if ready to attack.

With a flap of its leathery wings, in a husky voice it spoke:

“Who is he that dares to enter my domain?

And is he ready to meet my price?”

“He’s but a humble soul with nothing to gain,

And, for your Rose, he’d make any sacrifice.”

“Sacrifice? Who’d still believe in such a notion?

Men of today hunger for vengeance and thirst for power,”

It snarled, staring back with eyes devoid of any emotion

That would make a lesser man cower.

“I do. I care not if you take me for a fool.”

“Pray tell, are you that big of a liar?”

“If I am, my tongue will rest in a blood pool.

Believe me not, put me through the trial of the dragon’s fire.”

Was he mad? To face the searing blaze?

He blocked talons with his own metal,

As a thought escaped his mind’s maze:

If not the whole Rose, just a few petals.

With steady foot and sword aloft, he launched.

Suddenly, the dragon’s spiked tail lashed

Around his sword arm; he couldn’t staunch

The heavy blood flow, spilling from the gash.

With a roar, the beast let out a scorching flame.

He could feel the stench of molten skin;

Pain shot through him as fire maimed

His face, turning it sooty as sin.

Pushing himself back to his feet, he lunged

For the Rose which the Wyvern held close to heart.

He threw his dagger and, in its stem, it plunged.

The beast drew back with a start

At the sight of the falling petals and the red droplets.

“Are you doing this for one of royal blood?

Did you ride out at the request of a harlot?

Or, perhaps, it was a farm girl yet to bud?”

“I’ve seen them not. And would it matter?

All I know, it is needed for a cure.”

“You spare no time on idle chatter…

Now I trust your reason’s pure”

Said the dragon with a hiss.

“It would seem I still have something to learn.

The price is met… also, take this

Alongside the petals that you’ve earned.

A Ruby, a bead of my blood, hardened and dried.

It might not sooth your aching burns,

But it’s a token to be worn with pride.

Now, I think someone is awaiting your return.”

With a bow, the warrior took his leave.

He had to make haste, to the King’s Keep,

But he had to tread on treacherous roads that weave

And go on the brink of mountain slopes too steep.

Three nights’ journey and he was back,

Passing through the castle gates.

He was met by a man dressed in black.

“Finally, you’ve arrived. Let’s hope it is not too late!”

A good bye

2011-04-07T01:44:00.000+03:00

One of the many. It is a little weird to sit here and write this, but this is my catharsis place. As much as I would love not to need this, it seems the only place where I can really let loose. Just like screaming into a pillow, but without the screaming and without the pillow. :)) (This is part of "letters to my unnamed lover", so bear with it.)

You know me, I am a romantic by nature. It is not an unknown fact, I loved you. I still do, and, probably, always will. I don't think I have it in me to utter the words "I hate you", no matter what you might have done. Or what you haven't done. I might feel the way I feel about you, but if it isn't reciprocated, it is like a fire burning out. Though you might have a kindling of affection towards me, it is not enough. I live, breathe and thrive on this fire.

Just to give you an idea, I dare to say I am willing to dive straight into hell for the one I love. For some reason, it seems to me, this scares the living daylights out of you. Apparently, the concept of self-sacrifice is one of the things you are unfamiliar with. And I no longer have the patience to explain it to you, as you see it as a waste of time. Damned be the individualistic mind set of the present.

Again, you know me, if there is one thing that I might list as my biggest weakness, that thing is Beauty. And, my dear, you know it yourself, you are very beautiful. Nowadays, we are surrounded by beautiful people. But, as some know, for most, beauty is skin deep. A nice shell doesn't mean the soul is as beautiful. Need I say how your soul looks to me, with your way of thinking? Always blaming others for your own shortcomings, always in someone's face or with your teeth sunk in someone's throat. Who said "Don't judge a book by its covers" knew what he/she was

Like I said, I love you and always will, but it will not be Love. I won't go into the Agape/Eros debate, because I know you will not understand it.

I think I will leave this letter unfinished. No reason why I will not finish it, just won't. I will probably be back, sometime. but not soon.

The Battle

2010-10-14T01:04:00.002+03:00

Hello, my dears, back with a new installment in the Knight's story. This one is, as you can tell, prior to the one written almost a year ago (cut me some slack, I need inspiration to do this).
I am still undecided about the title of this part of the story. Although the working title is "The Battle", it tells far more than just that. anyway, enjoy, and tell me what title to put.

The Battle/The News

‘My sweet, the time to talk is done!’
He said, as her warning he spurned.
‘There’s a battle to be won!
The horns have sounded, the scouts returned.

The horse's been saddled and the hour’s come.’
As he left, she sat distraught.
Was he really marching to the sound of drums,
Without sparing her a thought?
………
Arriving at the Valley of Myth,
He set his sights on the barren fields,
Soon to be filled with
Bloodied swords and shattered shields.

As dawn was breaking,
On the horizon arose a forest of pikes.
He was focused, yet his heart was aching;
It wasn’t in his sword, swing or strike.

The battle grew more gruesome, and
His blood started to flow.
The blows he could withstand,
But the little red crystal started to glow…

General Gerald the Gray
Raised his hand and gave the sign.
As he turned around and fled the fray,
His pawns carried out the king’s design.

A crossbow bolt struck the knight’s back…
His sword fell from his grip…
His vision faded to black…
Her name parted from his lips…
…………
The General’s army returned victorious.
With a sneer, his king’s throne he approached.
‘My king, this day is glorious.’
‘And our plot?’ ‘Carried out beyond reproach.’

‘Very good, very good indeed!’ said the king, pleased.
‘Let the princess know. However, handle it with care.
Her spirit won’t break with ease.
And I don’t want to flaw a jewel so rare.’
…………
However, little did they know
The jester was ‘round the corner, listening in.
To his mistress he ran. ‘Bring I news of woe!
Alas, not I see where to begin…

My princess, in the woods is your heart’s sweet.
Probably dead, most likely dying.
By your father’s schemes, tasted his sword defeat.
Your ears do trust, not do I jest, nor I am lying.’

‘Be it so?’ she asked with her mouth agape.
In her room, by the pale moonlight,
She donned a pitch black cape,
To be hidden in the dead of the night.
…………
Moments later, the dark steed
Darted through the castle gates
And passed the guards at speed,
Its black-clad rider uttering: ‘Let it be not too late!’

Suicidal dream

2010-08-01T00:24:00.002+03:00

Suicidal dream... I had one of those. Just one, a couple years ago. But it kept repeating itself over and over. Picture this: a very high place, me, on the very edge, and you, my dear, just a couple of feet away. I think you get where I'm getting from here. In a situation you would, undoubtably, hate.

The question is not whether I would jump or not (in my dreams, i don't have any control over my actions, i am just another spectator), but whether you would do something about it or not. Would you push me off the edge, or, should I jump, would you jump after me? In the simplest of terms, would you kill me? Let me die? Or would you save me?

This is a very old dream, but, somehow, it resurfaced recently. My little suicide dream. Thanks, in part, to you.

Fuck You!!!

2010-07-19T22:48:00.000+03:00

I quit! I quit giving a flying fuck about you! I quit trying to be the nice guy! The one who cares about those around him. About his so called "friends" and about his so called "family". I don't have either. Both are different sides of what you might call "relationship". And I was supposed to be the Aspergerian one. So FUCK YOU!
You know, a "relationship" means its members need to take part in the interaction. All of its members need initiate it at some point.
Except for a few, I am the only one who calls. be it my "friends", be it my "family". Apparently, if I give a crap about either, I am seen as the weak one. Know what, I don't exist only when you need me to. My "friends" call me only if they need something, my "family" only call to brag. Well, congratz and fuck off!
So, let me reitterate it: FUCK YOU!

Letter to my unknown lover II

2010-06-18T04:04:00.001+03:00

The world is a weird place. We thrive on wealth, bought happiness, fleeting moments of lust. Too big of a difference between what we read in the books and what really goes on in real life. Few people would accept someone who would be ready to sacrifice anything and everything for a purpose or, better yet, for a person. Hell, few would actually do that.

And yet, here I stand. Damned by my upbringing! Not that I don't want to stand by those words, but it seems to me that I am the last of a dying breed, a breed which was once noble. Is dreaming of a better world such a crime? Is trying to make it better, one little step at a time, such a friggin crime? In most eyes, yes. Because it doesn't put food on the table, because it doesn't make me rich, because of the fact that it follows values that have lost their meaning in today's world.

Usually, when they're young, girls dream of being princesses, of a knight in shining armour on a white horse. Well, they did in a time not too long ago. Nowadays, after doing a little bit of growing up, all they want is looks, money, seeing their name in lights, you name it. They won't go for respect or faithfulness, not to mention love. They usually return in the arms of those who hurt them, not those who would protect them, even from themselves, if need be.
You can tell me I am wrong, but you will have to prove it.

again, instead of a farewell, I leave you with these two.

Everything I do

and

I would do anything for love

Welcome to Hell

2010-06-01T01:43:00.003+03:00

This poem comes right after the last one I posted, sometime in November. I know. It has been a while, but I made some changes to the series :P. It finally has an epic thread. There are some continuity flaws now, but it will be made clear soon.
So, without much ado, I just want to say:

Welcome to Hell

The Angel of Death came
To the laying couple;
Through her tears untamed,
It closed in, unseen and subtle.

The dying words
Parted from his lips,
Though they fell unheard,
For Death came to reap.

His final breath drawing nigh…
His heart at its last pound
Instead of soaring towards heaven, high,
His soul was dragged deep beneath the ground.

Awakening on the hard cold rock,
The accursed ruby still strung around his neck,
He heard the thunderous voice mock:
“Wake up, or I’ll have the birds your flesh peck!”

Out of the darkness
Came an withering man,
Garbed in a haggard grey dress,
And a crooked staff in hand,

Who, pointing down a path, proceeded to say:
“You are cursed, yet you’ve not fallen to temptation…
You’re intriguing, but you've no time to rest, so be on your way.
You need to take up your station.”

Rotten corpses and festering boils
Were what he saw on the gloomy path,
Tortured souls forced to toil
Or face their master’s wrath.

As he came across a bridge, he saw a castle
And afore it, a sudden drop;
The moat, bloody with heads of dead vassals;
Rivers of fire and clouds of ash adorned the top;

An image of his impending doom.
The boards of the bridge were terribly cracked,
But, before despair would have him consumed,
His eyes fell upon a burnt wooden Plaque:

Be forewarned, for here resides
Belial, one of the four crown princes of Hell
So take care of how you stride,
It may lead you to your knell.

A letter to my unknown lover

2010-05-07T21:52:00.003+03:00

Hello, my dear.
It has been a while. Dunno why I am so reluctant to write this letter. Maybe because I know you might reject it, without even reading the first word. Or maybe I am just a little bit paranoid.

I wish I could curse the day I started to be conscious of my feelings. No one taught me where the limit should be. If I feel something for someone, be it love or hate, I tend to give it all to that particular feeling. I am a friggin decalibrated Libra - there is no middle way with me. No compromise...

Do I like you? The answer is, still, yes. Do you like me? I think so.
Do I love you? To some extent, yes. Do you love me? I honestly don't know. I certainly hope so.
Do I hate you? I might be tempted to say yes, just because you, my dear, make me see the dark side in me. But that is just bullshit. I want to be better, if not for my sake, for you.
I honestly don't wanna turn into this guy (search for Dr. Horrible for the full show, it is worth it).

The problem is, though you might be far away from me (be it in distance or in thought), you still are present in my dreams. While you may borrow more faces than one, you are still the same.

From my point of view, I will be always waiting, always hoping, always here, for you. Just as this guy.

Words to Remember

2010-04-17T14:47:00.000+03:00

I have been watching a Koreean TV show for a couple of weeks now. It is called The Great Queen Seondeok, on TVR1.

It is a historical drama and probably one of the best I have seen in a while. Not only it is about a culture I know very little about, but also the decors, costumes, actors and their impecable acting make it worth while. Too bad it is in it's final episodes. However, if you have the space needed on your hard drive, you can download it here.

So, back to what I was trying to say. One of the villains in this TV series, Lady Mi-Shil (depicted below), said something I wanted to share with you. Probably some of the great last words I heard in a loooong time.

The days you can fight,

You can fight.

The days you can’t fight,

You can defend.

The days you can’t defend,

You can retreat.

The days you can’t retreat,

You can surrender.

The days you can’t surrender,

You can die and it all ends.

Hope you have the time and HDD space needed, cuz it is worth the trouble of downloading it. Enjoy

It's official. I am an Idealist

2010-01-21T17:47:00.001+02:00

if you want to find out what you are, here is the test .

Your Keirsey Temperament Sorter Results indicates that your personality type is that of the

Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.

Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.

Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.

Idealists are relatively rare, making up no more than 15 to 20 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.

Idealists at Work
Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. They are naturally drawn to working with people and are gifted with helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potential both on, and off, the job.

Conscience looms large for you; in almost any situation, you feel compelled to measure yourself, other people, and the conditions of the environment against your personal morality. You have a tendency to perceive questions of meaning in even trivial matters and to worry about far-flung consequences of your actions. In your ideal job, you are free to pursue depth rather than breadth and quality rather than quantity. You feel rewarded when your projects and daily tasks allow you to immerse yourself in your process as deeply as you "need to" in order to satisfy your inner standards of quality. You are uncomfortable with the notion of authority per se and may avoid leading, as well as being led, either consciously or unconsciously. As you experience them, adhering to fixed roles and rules amounts to an abdication of your responsibility to exercise your conscience.

Of life and love

2010-01-05T03:17:00.001+02:00

It took me a while, but I am back. My head kept spining because of certain people, whom shall not be named, for privacy's sake.
And in this past month, I finally had time to put my mind in order. And it got me to this conclusion. If you know me, you can easily figure out that I feel love and I need love. However, due to my dear old grandpa (now deceased) I have a somewhat weird and misplaced conception of love. At least, how love is viewed nowadays. He was a protestant pastor and one his sermons kinda stuck to me: Here you have the text discussed. (Aici varianta in limba romana)
If you know me, you know I tend to obsess about some girls (how the hell do you think my poems got written?). However, my dear, it is not the person I am obsessed with, but with the image I project upon said person. Read the poems and find out what I am talking about.
I should say that I am in love with love itself.
Should you strike me special, then my love is directed towards you. No matter how it is, accepted or rejected, my heart will still hold you close. It is not that I don't feel hatred towards people (God knows I have a mile long black list). But in matters of love, it's live and let live.
One more thing. Due to this perspective on life and love, I seem to be considered either a little Romeo (should I obsess over only one - fate included) either a little Casanova (should I chase multiple birds). Not my intention. Like I said, I need to feel the love described in the text I gave you a little earlier.

Now, I leave you with this clip and these words: And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is Love.

Nightwish - While your lips are still red

Autism Spectrum Quotient

2009-11-29T01:13:00.001+02:00

I am tired. Tired of all the nonesense, of the preaching and of what you call self victimization. So I wound up searching and buffing up the defence for my condition. Not that I want to show you were wrong, but to prove for my own peace of mind that I was right about it. I am talking about my Asperger's syndrome.

I came across a test devised by a Cambridge Psychologist named Simon Baron-Cohen, for the Autism Spectrum Quotient (you can find the test here).

And here are the results we have all been waiting for: (drum roll please)

The test assesses five different areas. Autistic-like responses will show poor social skill, attention switching, communication and imagination, and an exaggerated attention to detail. In other words, geekiness. You scored 32. The ranking below provides some idea of where that AQ fits in.

	Score
	32 - 50	Scores over 32 are generally taken to indicate Asperger's Syndrome or high-functioning autism, with more than 34 an "extreme" score.
	31
	30
	29
	28
	27
	26
	25
	24	Average math contest winner
	23
	22
	21	Average male or female computer scientist
	20
	19	Average male scientist, and average male or female physicist
	18	Average man
	17	Average female scientist
	16
	15	Average woman, and average male or female biologist
	14
	13
	0 - 12

I Have a Dream - ABBA

2009-11-25T22:56:00.000+02:00

Really missed this song.

A knight’s death

2009-11-19T00:58:00.000+02:00

Fresh out of the oven. :) Enjoy.

A knight’s death

Full moon – hidden
Behind the dark clouds;
The knight rests here, a place forbidden,
Wounded, under a blood red shroud…

Feeling the scorpion’s sting
And its venom coursing through his veins;
Hearing the flutter of an angel’s wings
As it flees from the darkness’ reign.
……………
Elsewhere, a flowing shade
Rushes through the trees,
The silhouette of the young maid
Looking for the one whose soul flees,

Her crystal crown
Askew on her head,
Her burgundy gown
Tearing as she sped.
……………
In the black pitch,
By the light of embers,
The venom making his muscles twitch,
He lays and remembers

Her sandy locks
Her grey blue eyes,
Ever slyer than a fox’,
(Oh, sight sent by the skies)

Her sweet smile,
Her perfect skin…
Although he’d known her for a while,
He’d never met the soul within.

A Fury by nature, a Nymph by name;
For her, he damned himself,
For her smile, he lit the flame.
And, yet, he long remained but a memory on a shelf.
……………
She hopes she makes it in time…
‘Damned be the treason and damn be the plot!
God, let me make it before the bell’s last chime!
A curse upon thee, father, and upon your whole lot!’
……………
‘I lay here, in my darkest hour…’
He manage to utter, drawing his last breath,
‘Let not my life be a blue flower
Withering as I’m nearing to my death…

Now, the fire’s ablaze,
And my kingdom’s turned to dust.
But I long for the days
My soul wasn’t covered with rust…

At last you came, my dear…
Speak not and let not a tear be shed,
Because there is nothing to fear…
In death, nothing is to dread.’
……………
‘And, yet, it feels like a nightmare…
I fear for your doom.’
A single crystal tear dropped by an ember’s flare.
‘May it light your tomb.’
……………
After the accursed deed,
He sealed his fate:
His heart to forever bleed,
As he’ll guard Hell’s Gate.

Laz Buhmann's Speech to the classs of 97

2009-10-31T11:13:00.002+02:00

I think it is about time I posted this one. Laz Buhmann's Speech to the class of 97.

WTF

2009-09-11T16:57:00.003+03:00

Since when does a tragedy become a national holiday? I just ran into this pic and it looks to me, no matter what happened (be it conspiracy or not), that people forget about who really got hurt.

Goddamnit people, get a grip and show a little compassion.

From Amsterdam with love (Germany pt. 1)

2009-08-27T16:50:00.023+03:00

A little glimpse of my life, other than politics and rants about social interaction. I'm back from my aunt's place in Neuss, Germany (near Dusseldorf). It was an nice vacation, but, unfortunately, it was with a pair of geezers :)).
enjoy the photos

On the plane going there

Amsterdam Pics

At Amsterdam's Madame Tussaud's

Emilie Autumn - By the Sword

2009-08-08T02:14:00.000+03:00

I am falling in love with her music.

Emilie Autumn - By the Sword

Emilie Autumn - The Art of Suicide

2009-07-22T23:50:00.002+03:00

The name says it all.

The Art of Suicide

A thing of beauty

2009-07-08T14:42:00.003+03:00

No, this is not by John Keats. You can find that here.

A thing of beauty

A thing of beauty
Could not easily pass…
Even an angel’s smile
It could surpass.

A frail rose, a white dove,
Eternal beauty…
Symbols of endless love…
Protecting them is your duty.

Red lightning, bright light,
Candles in the wind…
Signs of redemption
For all those who sinned.

Though threatened by visions of demons,
Shadowed by the cloak of death,
Thou shall never die…
Love has not given its last breath.

Remember…
At Dawn’s first chime,
Both Love and Hate were created.
Equal in strength, they endured throughout time.

God and Satan
Over a human’s heart fought,
To destroy one or another.
It was all for naught.

None prevailed,
For both still endure…
Now make your choice,
Your heart is still pure.

A thing of beauty,
One with an angel’s face,
Touched by
God’s overwhelming grace…

Is you!

Poem

2009-07-07T01:58:00.002+03:00

I still haven't found a suitable name for this one. I just call it what it is, but accept alternate titles for it. Enjoy.

Poem

I've been blessed…
For such a sweet sight
Would make even
An angel’s delight.

An angel, however,
You are not…
For an angel
Is not easily forgot…

You are but
A rose of dust…
A wingless dove…
A soul of rust…

Yet, underneath,
Lies a light unseen
And a soul that’s not tarnished,
But of bright green…

The Garden

2009-07-05T13:12:00.003+03:00

Back again with an oldie. Enjoy.

The Garden

My soul was a garden
You were my rose.
For some time,
You were my sanity dose.

Storms came
And passed on by,
Still we sought each other.
We had our fates to defy.

To long had it been
Since roses last bloomed.
The garden turned
Into a lonely tomb.

Roses once resided here
Now angels do.

A couple of short ones...

2009-07-05T00:39:00.003+03:00

As I have said in my previous post, I found some of my older poems. Here are a couple of short ones. Dulce venin and Free Spirit. The first one is one from the very begining. The second one from sometime in 2006...

Dulce venin

Dulce venin,
Gand senin.
Far' de chin,
In moarte traim.

Zambet amar,
Om cu har
Da in dar.
In moarte traim.

Multa credinta,
Cat cu putinta,
Sa ai, fiinta.
La viata venim.

Free Spirit

I want to dwell in the highest mountain,
To bathe in the deepest sea,
To drink from the purest fountain...
Foremost, I want to be free...

Living in the forests dark,
Shedding all my fears,
Hearin angels hark,
Or weeping all my tears.

Questions

2009-07-05T00:11:00.003+03:00

I remembered I had a couple of poems stashed on another site. This is one of them. As you see, I was in a classic bitter-sweet mood. Enjoy

Questions

Could Hell ever forgive a sinner?
Could Heaven ever condemn a saint?
Could love ever kill a soul?
Could hatred ever give birth to happiness?

Would you be unfaithful to your soul mate?
Would you help those unknown to you?
Would you put them out of their misery?
Would God pull you out of the deepest fires?

Should you forgive everyone that wrongs you?
Should you forget every unhappy moment?
Should you cry over dead love?
Should you learn from your past?

Too many questions…
Questions that trouble the heart…
Questions that torment the mind…
Too many questions for a weary soul...

Papa Roach - Wanna Be Loved

2009-06-24T00:49:00.004+03:00

It starts to feel like this song represents me. I need to listen to it a little more often.
For all you wrestling fans, you might recognize this one as the theme of one of the greatest shows. For all you other suckas:

PAPA ROACH - WANNA BE LOVED

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Kid tries to figure out girls

2009-06-16T01:09:00.002+03:00

ok. this one was recommended by a friend. and it is sooooo true. no offense, girls.

Asa sunt fetele

Tarotsss

2009-06-11T17:09:00.003+03:00

Took two tarot card tests :-). here you have both tests' results.

You are The Devil

Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession

The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.

Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

and

I Am

Which tarot card are you?
Spiritual enlightenment, inner illumination, hidden power. Link between seen and unseen. Balance of positive and negative forces. Receptivity. Unseen guidance.
A young woman sits on a throne holding a scroll labeled "Tora" meaning "law." On her breast is the sign of the meeting of heaven and earth, the Maltese cross. Her crown is the full orb supported by horns, the crown ofthe Mother Goddess Isis, who rules all things changeable, shown by the moon at her feet. Her power, upon which her throne rests, derives from the creative principle of duality, shown by the two pillars of light and darkness. To those who know and love her she dispenses the sweet fruit of the world itself, symbolized by the pomegranites.

Kinda contradictory, right? well. test yourself and see what's your tarot card.

SCREAM

2009-06-03T02:59:00.002+03:00

HEY! YOU! YES, YOU! THE ONE READING THIS POST! UNLESS YOU HAVE BEEN SENT THIS POST, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS WITH THIS, SO, YOU CAN LEAVE NOW. YUP, BUH BYE, C YA LATER.

I KNOW, THIS IS ALL CAPS... YES, I ALREADY TOLD YOU I KNOW. AND YES I KNOW I AM SCREAMING WRITING LIKE THIS, BUT I AM LACKING A BETTER FORM TELLING THIS.

I AM DYING OVER HERE! SLOWLY, BUT DYING BIT BY BIT. I DON'T KNOW HOW THE HELL I ALWAYS GET THIS WRONG AND HOW I ALWAYS SEEM TO TURN UP JUST BEING YOUR FRIEND. MY FOLKS ALWAYS TOLD ME "OLD FASHIONED, WELL MANNERED, ROMANTIC" GETS THE GIRL, BUT THEY GOT IT WRONG. NOWADAYS YOU NEED TO BE AS INDIFFERENT AND AS RUDE AS POSSIBLE. SHOW EMOTION AND YOU ARE DISQUALIFIED. EMOTION IS FOR... LOSERS?

AS I TOLD YOU BEFORE, I DON'T HAVE THE BENEFIT OF HAVING A PACK TO WATCH MY BACK. THEREFOR, I AM AS PARANOID AS I CAN BE WHEN IT COMES TO APPROACHING YOU OR ANY OF YOUR KIND. AND WITH GOOD REASON. EVERYTIME I START TALKING TO YOU OR ANY OTHER GIRL, I SEEM TO GET INTERRUPTED.

TODAY, SOMEONE TOLD ME I AM "SWEET". LIKE HELL, I AM GETTING TIRED OF THIS. PLAY BY THE RULES AND YOU GET TAGGED WITH THIS LABEL. SWEET = NAIVE. HELL NO. IT IS CALLED BY ANOTHER NAME. (READ OLDER POSTS IN THE SAME CATEGORY TO FIGURE IT OUT).

NOW, WHEN YOU CONFIDE IN ME, TELLING ME YOU LIKE SOMEONE ELSE, WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT DOES FOR MY (already chipped) SELF-IMAGE? ADD ONE MORE TO THE "JUST FRIENDS" LIST.

HELL NO.

THE POST MAY END HERE, BUT THE STORY DOES NOT.

"Personality Traits by Birth Month"

2009-06-02T11:01:00.002+03:00

Yup. What you are about to read is absolutely true. Now, if you think there is something missing, feel free to comment.

This is my result from the "Personality Traits by Birth Month" from Facebook.

Loves to chat
Loves those who loves him
Loves to takes things at the centre
Attractive and suave
Inner and physical beauty
Does not lie or pretend
Sympathetic
Treats friends importantly
Always making friends
Easily hurt but recovers easily
Bad tempered
Selfish
Seldom helps unless asked
Daydreamer
Very opinionated
Does not care of what others think
Emotional
Decisive
Strong clairvoyance
Loves to travel, the arts and literature
Soft-spoken, loving and caring
Romantic
Touchy and easily jealous
Spendthrift and easily influenced
Easily lose confidence

Friendship - no such thing.

2009-04-22T01:15:00.005+03:00

This is a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants post. Not intended, nor planned, nor thought through in the least. It is just something I wanted to say in a while and I forgot that this was the way to say it.
WARNING. This may hurt some of you.

A friend in need is a friend indeed.

I heard that friendship is an important thing if you wanna go through this life relatively unscathed (safe, for all you moronic readers). But are there any true friends? Is there someone who would you sacrifice something for? The answer is NO. Everyone wants more, be it money, power, sex, or anything else you can think of.

I thought I had to be someone like this - a friend of all and a friend for all. But a one-way friendship is no friendship at all. Trust should be important, but too much trust is equal to being gullible. And I tended to give a little too much trust.
I really hate this.

Recently, I heard something like this : There are no friends in life, only acquaintances. I am certain that this is right. I have a lot of the latter, but few of the former. Need I call my so-called friends, they are always busy or just don't wanna talk. I have a test for these friends. And they always failed - I don't give any sign of life for a very long time and I wait to see if they will be looking for me.

I am surrounded by perpetual darkness and all I can see is a far-away light. All I need is a guide.

Rapa

2009-04-21T23:04:00.000+03:00

just listen to it. nothing more to say.

Tarja Turunen - I walk alone

2009-03-27T22:43:00.002+02:00

a bitter sweet song. you gotta love it :).

PPL important 2 me (1) - Oana

2009-03-22T01:29:00.002+02:00

this is somewhat of a catharsis process, so bare with me. if you want more poems here.
I am a total slacker. I intend to write more often on this blog, but my nature gets te better of me. so here we go. this post is intended to be the first of many... or few... in which I want to show the important people in my "long" life so far. that, of course, not including the whole extended family.

as a privacy curtesy and protective measure, I will not disclose these persons' full name, nor their poetic aliases :-). however, I will show their photographs if I have them, if you are a good detective, you will find out anyway.

WARNING! PERSONAL INFO and potential RELATIONSHIP KILLER shown below. However, I DO NOT GIVE A MONKEY'S CRAP about it, because, if you like me the way I am, then you will like me even more after this little series I am writing.
Also, it is not intended to ruin any ongoing relationships of the persons presented in this series. If anything happens, I am sorry, it wasn't by choice.

the first person I want to talk is Oana. we go way back and she has been a good friend of yours truly, though you may call it a very rocky friendship.
she came into my life by accident, and she made her entrance with a bang. I still remember her as she was back then. though she would probably kill me, if I go into more details. that is, if she ever reads this post. basically she gave me a little hope to cling on to.
after such a big-bang of an entrance, at one of the tragic moments in my life, she dissappeared and we didn't see each other for a couple of years.
when we met again, I was one helluva messed up kid, on the verge of emo-hood - writing poetry and thinking about suicide, without the black outfit or the rock music sympathies. and, again, she was my pillar in my time of near meltdown. though she had her own problems bubbling up.
I admit, I might have been a little annoying at this point. and the result... unpleasant for the both of us. I felt hurt and pushed her away. how selfish of me, right? instead of helping her as she helped me, I turned my back on her.
I haven't heard from her until a chance encounter almost a year ago.
she walked up to me, after a long bus ride, where we caught glances of each other. we might have changed, but we were the same people. however, she recognised me first.
after we talked a little, I found out she had had a streak of bad luck. on a family level, as well as professional and financial level. though she was an artist, current situation made her quit her art and focus on the mundane.
though I have little resources, I try to help her as best I can. why? because she is one of the people that had a powerful effect on my life.

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This is the first try. I will come back and improve on this series soon. However, I would appreciate any comments.

EDIT #1: I know, this post was down for a couple of days. didn't modify it... yet.

Hellfire - Frollo

2009-03-09T02:05:00.003+02:00

I do and don't agree with him. One of the best songs in disney's history.

Hunchback of Notre Dame - Hellfire - Frollo

Tagged?

2009-03-06T11:25:00.005+02:00

Nope. Considering I am not a blogger of 'true blood', I don't get tagged or I tend to forget to respond.

However, when reading Petru's latest post, I was somewhat intrigued by the nature of this tag game.

Here's the tag's rules:

* Click here. The name of the Random Article on Wikipedia is the name of your band.
* Click here to go to the quotations page. The last couple of words is the name of your new album.
* Click here for random photos on Flikr. The third one is the front cover of your CD.
* Mix'em up with a photo editing software and...

My little piece of art

I know, the writing looks like crap. So, for those who don't see very well:
Name of the Band: Banksia Ionthocarpa
Name of the Album: Endure the Darkness for it shows the way to the stars

PS: If you read this, consider yourself tagged :-P. post a link in the comment section to show your little piece of art.

Glukoza - Schweine

2009-03-03T20:39:00.003+02:00

You know, I have a very bad habit. I use the internet almost daily, but I rarely tend to my blog.

Anyhowz, I have this funny vid for you:

Glukoza - Schweine

coming back soon. hopefuly with something new.

Fun Christmas Carols

2008-12-20T15:54:00.002+02:00

It is Christmas time! sorta... Time for something Fun:

Update (II)

2008-12-19T02:46:00.003+02:00

It is almost half a month since the campaign ended. I think I owe you another update.
WE WON!!! Here you have a picture from the night of the election.

Actually it is a half a win, but it is a necessary evil.
If you are a politics-hungry nut, what do you think of the current left wing-right wing coalition?

A little update

2008-10-10T12:40:00.004+03:00

I know, I know, I haven't posted anything in a while, but I've been busy :-).
So, here are some of the things I've been doing:

- I entered the Conflict Analysis and Resolution Master's Programme at the International Relations Department.

- I started my Russian lessons (I feel like being back in 1st Grade, with the Russian alphabet).

- I have signed up with the Student Organization of the Democratic-Liberal Party and I will be working on the parliamentary campaign for Vasile Blaga and Elena Udrea. (Cristina, don't kill me. I know I promised to steer clear of the internal politics and political affiliations, but this is a move I had to make Now.)

- I've been looking for a publisher crazy enough to publish my Licence Paper (a.k.a. The Evolution of the Arab-Israeli Peace Process). If you know one, pls write it in the comments section.

Well. That's about it. Good luck to each and every one of you.

PS: If you were expecting a poem, I started several, but haven't finished one in a couple of months now. Help!

The Annotation - Aniboom

2008-09-01T22:18:00.004+03:00

A Jester sings to the dead King. I think I am gonna use this to further the plot of the "Knight" series >:-).

it is a true pleasure to present this to you. so enjoy!

Olympic song "Beijing Welcomes You" (subbed)

2008-08-25T00:31:00.003+03:00

I know, the Olympics are already over, but this is one video related to this edition of the Olympics that I really like. Hope you will too.

Within Temptation - Angels

2008-08-16T20:07:00.002+03:00

One of the better songs I have heard in a while. Talk about one who should be a saviour turn out to be a devil.

Maraton de dat mana pentru pace in Georgia

2008-08-12T15:08:00.003+03:00

Maraton de dat mana pentru pace in Georgia

Organizatiile societatii civile romanesti te cheama miercuri, 13 august 2008, de la orele 18.45 la un maraton de dat mana. Ne vom intalni in doua grupuri – unul pe Sos. P. Kiseleff in fata Muzeului Taranului Roman si altul la Arcul de Triumf - si vom merge unii spre ceilalti pana la Ambasada Rusiei la Bucuresti (sos. P. Kiseleff nr. 6). Acolo ne vom da mana unii cu altii si vom aprinde lumanari in memoria victimelor din Georgia cerand incetarea confruntarilor armate din aceasta tara.

Vino impreuna cu prietenii tai pentru a arata lumii cum se mediaza conflictele si a-i indemna pe actorii internationali sa faca la fel! Alatura-te acestui gest de solidaritate pentru victimele conflictului din Georgia, vino sa dai mana cu un om oarecare!

Reguli:
La maratonul de dat mana se va vorbi doar in soapta. La acest eveniment se vor auzi si cele mai firave voci, nu doar opiniile celor mai puternici dintre noi.
Participantii la maraton nu isi pot aduce cu ei decat alte instrumente folositoare in timpul negocierii: pixuri si coli de scris, bunavointa si deschidere catre a asculta si opinia celorlalti, toleranta si respect fata de partenerii de dat mana.

Mai multe info la http://asociatiaverzii.blogspot.com/ sau http://www.apd.ro

Personality Disorder Test Results

2008-07-17T13:03:00.003+03:00

Hahaha. And you thought I was normal... Wrong. Everyone is a wee bit deranged. And here is where I stand.

Personality Disorder Test Results

Paranoid	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Schizoid	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Schizotypal	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	78%
Antisocial	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	54%
Borderline	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	62%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	38%
Narcissistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	62%
Dependent	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	38%
Obsessive-Compulsive	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%

Take Free Personality Disorder Test
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Focul marii

2008-07-17T00:29:00.005+03:00

OK, here I am back with something new for a change. I have set my pen down for a bit to promote someone else :-D. Without further ado, I introduce to you Miss Andreea Nituica.

Focul marii

Bucati de soare aruncate-n mare
Palesc in apa arsa in culoare,
Cenusa lacrimilor izvorate ca-n mormant
Trupul este de pamant.

Raze crescute din mare,
Dar ceata le face amare.
Nu storci viata din pustiu,
Lacrimat esti cenusiu.

Lumina este mult prea cruda,
Printre lacrimi sa patrunda.

Enjoy.

PS: you can find her at this page: http://ada3007.hi5.com/ and on the messenger, with her name as the ID.

Gene & Frank ... good times

2008-07-08T02:42:00.004+03:00

These could be the best songs of that day and age. They have something that makes them irresistible.

Gene Kelly - Singing in the Rain

Frank Sinatra - My Way

With these, I bid you farewell... for a short while, until I have a new poem or a song/video to share.

Where the Wild Roses Grow

2008-06-23T00:41:00.002+03:00

Ah... Now this is what I call good music. Nick Cave, the Bad Seeds and Kylie Minogue.

Enjoy.

Thousand Candles...

2008-06-10T22:05:00.002+03:00

I know, it has been a while since I posted anything that made any sense, but cut me some slack. I have been working on my thesis and trying to finish my undergrad studies.
Without further ado, here you go, a fresh poem.

Thousand candles...

Thousands of candles did burn
And here I am, still waiting your return.
Oh, I remember how you were:
A warrior, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer…
And that which you used to love:
Beauty, the red rose and a little white dove.
Treachery made you see all this in flames…
Mistrust and doubt should be blamed.
Storms may come, but they’ll pass by,
You must, for my sake, your fate defy…
Over were all the battles,
Yet you can’t shake the sound of bone rattles.
Lay your soul to rest, my king,
And watch what beauties peace may bring…

Tribute to a friend - I'm so excited

2008-05-28T00:46:00.000+03:00

This is sort of a tribute to a dear friend, a very talented and hard-working girl. She was the inspiration for one of the first poems. Let's just say she is closer to my heart than most.

Enjoy.

How to win any argument :-))

2008-05-24T12:03:00.002+03:00

Ok, long time no see... Just something I came across on the net.

How To Win Any Argument

This is who I am...

2008-05-01T16:20:00.008+03:00

Everyone knows I act "differently" in social circumstances. I am, from what I heard from people I know, a weird person. That's what they see me like. Not that I mind it, but it tends to get a little lonely.

About 7 months ago, I met a person with a kid who had Asperger's Syndrome. Our discussion made me want to research this issue a little further. And everything I found out about it fits like a glove. And why would I be embarrassed by who I am.

This guy, although a little younger than me, explains it in simple terms:

Maybe this will help you understand me a little better.

PS: I don't want special treatment, all I want is for you to understand who I am.
PPS: His case does not apply entirely to me.

Deadly Sins...

2008-04-21T19:57:00.010+03:00

There are 7 of them. And here they are, for your own enjoyment:

Avarice

Envy

Gluttony

Lust

Sloth

Vanity

Wrath

Note: None of the pictures are mine. The copyrights belong to the owners/creators of the pictures. If you wish to copy/save them on your computer, feel free to do so.

Turn to God

2008-04-17T20:56:00.005+03:00

Think it might be a good time to post another poem.

Turn to God

Satan mocks: “God must fall.”
God whispers: “Stand just tall.”
Devils shout: “We must rule.”
Angels sigh: “Don’t be fools.”

Human with heart sincere
Clouds invade your mind.
As the Judgment draws near,
There are answers we must find.

Gone are the days
Of ancient past.
But, alas,
Eden was not ment to last…

All you see
Is suffering and pain,
Death and famine,
Battles without gain…

Now lay down your sword,
In front of God kneel.
You’d be amazed how many
A prayer would heal.

In the end,
I wish you peace,
And remember,
Wars do cease...

Hallelujah & Shine

2008-04-17T20:44:00.002+03:00

Should I say what I like in this world, few things come to mind. But these are two of them. Listen to the lyrics, they say it all :-).

The Raven - Edgar A. Poe

2008-04-15T13:19:00.002+03:00

Came across this poem and video. The Raven by Edgar A. Poe.

Am I a Fool? Yes, I am...

2008-04-14T17:21:00.006+03:00

Just took a test. More for the fun of it, not that I believe it. But the result says it all. And I am proud of it

Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?
0 - The Fool

The Fool is the most complex and most contradictory of all the Tarot cards. "I am not a number, I am a free man". The Fool represents naivety and childlike innocence - yet the Fool is wise. He carries only what possessions he really needs. He journeys through life, tasting everything it has to offer then letting it go and moving on. The Fool is a risk taker, often shown with one foot over a cliff showing us every new beginning has a risk. Whether the Fool represents opportunity or danger one thing is clear: this world needs more fools.

In dust...

2008-04-13T14:33:00.004+03:00

My longest poem yet. This is one of the older poems, fresh out of the archives. Enjoy :-)

In dust...

In dust,
I once lay torn.
Like a phoenix,
From the ashes I’m reborn…

Vision of royalty,
Of a damned queen,
All clad in black garments
Unlike any I’ve ever seen.

Her guise
Angels could ensnare,
Her stride,
As though walking on air.

She, from thousands of men,
Selected just one knight,
To be made keeper
At the gates of the night.

That knight
Was I.
A simple gaze
And I could not die.

A cold touch,
A poisonous kiss,
A moment of pain,
Of pure bliss…

Soft whispers
Of an unknown spell,
Release old demons
From their bonds in hell.

Eons have passed
Since that day,
A thousand years more
Still to pay.

Her heart, just as mine,
Slowly, turned rusty and old.
Our souls
Were shattered and cold.

Until that faithful day,
When the one with an angel’s face
Granted me mercy
And took me into her grace.

She might know,
Or still be unaware…
Noble such a heart
Has long since become rare.

A human by sight,
A goddess by name.
Victory returned my soul
A blazing flame.

When the Dark Queen
Got word of me not at her side,
She damned me to hell.
Out of her grace, I soon died.

…

Innocent child,
Righteous empress,
Fierce warrior,
Blessed goddess,

I did not know
My angel could be.
A warm touch
And I was once again free.

Death dealt
Scores of scars,
Now healed
By Heaven’s golden stars.

In dust,
I once lay torn.
Like a phoenix,
From the ashes I’m reborn.

Blind love...

2008-04-11T23:34:00.005+03:00

A sweet story. I didn't write it, I only translated it in English. Thought you might like it as well.

Once upon a time, there was a blind girl... For fear of rejection, she isolated herself from everything and everyone. She didn't want anyone's company, save for her boyfriend.
One day she said: "All I want is to see the world around me!"
"Would you marry me?" the boy replied...
"I cannot marry. Not when I cannot see." was her response...
After a while, she recieved a pair of eyes. An anonymous donation. She could finally see. And one thing she saw was that her boyfriend was blind as well.
Upon seeing this, she said: "I cannot marry a blind man".., She turned to leave.
Before the sound of her footsteps died out, the boy whispered: "Take care of my eyes... please..."

Rusted blade...

2008-04-08T12:35:00.002+03:00

Back again, with a new one. Oh, and one more thing before I sign off. More or less all the pictures are from DeviantART.

Rusted blade...

Rusted blade
And bloody armor,
My only friends
Under an old oak’s shade…

Full moon rise…
Come nightmares,
Come dreams…
As all sound dies,

Clouds gather on the sky…
The fire dies out,
Darkness embraces all…
Morpheus draws nigh…

Sights of corpses rotten,
Of battles fought
Throughout time,
Have not been forgotten…

Crows and ravens
Circle ‘bove me…
As Baal approaches
There’re no havens…

Blessed be the light,
That shines in darkness…
Blessed be the angel,
That takes away my fright…

Skillet - Whispers in the dark

2008-04-07T20:12:00.006+03:00

I think it is about time to turn the page. As for the poems, one (special) person already has the latest one, which will be posted tomorrow. Now back to the video. Watch and listen. Carefully. You might understand the choice a little better.

Enjoy...

Meat Loaf - I would do anything for love

2008-04-06T00:10:00.002+03:00

Talk about beauty and the beast. This is one of the best songs that I know.

Nightwish - While your lips are still red

2008-04-02T22:21:00.003+03:00

Let there be night... for then is the time for a true rose to bloom.

The Knight (II)

2008-04-01T17:26:00.003+03:00

I have lost track of the order in which they were written. Another one from the dust bin. Although, I think that there are some that were lost in the move.

The Knight (II)

All feelings have been forgotten,
All, but fear and pain.
With those that lost their tears,
He entered a battle without gain.

A heart, impenetrable fortress,
This battle he had to win,
But fear of love
Killed all within.

Once loved,
Now with the fallen he's sleeping,
But he's learned
That love is not worth weeping.

Lost was the battle
And so was his heart.
Lost will be the battles
In which he'll take part.

He's now forever lost.
Once an angel's knight,
Now the gatekeeper
At the entrance of night.

Warning... Read and avoid as best as possible

2008-03-30T18:04:00.003+03:00

Here's to your health.

HAZARDOUS MATERIALS INFORMATION SYSTEM - MATERIAL SAFETY DATA SHEET WOMEN: A Chemical Analysis
ELEMENT: Woman
SYMBOL: Wo
DISCOVERER: Adam
ATOMIC MASS: Accepted as 118 lbs., but known to vary from 75 to 550 lbs.
OCCURRENCE: Copious quantities throughout the world
PHYSICAL PROPERTIES: 1. Surface usually covered with a painted film. 2. Boils at nothing, freezes without reason. 3. Melts if given special treatment. 4. Bitter if incorrectly used. 5. Found in various states ranging from virgin metal to common ore. 6. Yields to pressure applied to correct points.
CHEMICAL PROPERTIES: 1. Has a great affinity for gold, silver, platinum, and precious stones. 2. Absorbs great quantities of expensive substances. 3. May explode spontaneously without prior warning, and for no known reason. 4. Insoluble in liquids, but activity greatly increased by saturation in alcohol. 5. Most powerful money-reducing agent known to man.
COMMON USES: 1. Highly ornamental, especially in sports cars. 2. Can be a great aid to relaxation. 3. Very effective cleaning agent.
TESTS: 1. Pure specimen turns rosy pink when discovered in natural state. 2. Turns green when placed beside a better specimen.
HAZARDS: 1. Highly dangerous except in experienced hands. 2. Illegal to possess more than one, although several can be maintained at different locations as long as specimens do not come into direct contact with each other.

HAZARDOUS MATERIALS INFORMATION SHEET - MATERIALS SAFETY DATA SHEET MEN: A Chemical Analysis
ELEMENT: MAN
SYMBOL: Ego
DISCOVERER: Eve. Discovered by accident one day when she had a craving for ribs.
ATOMIC MASS: Accepted as 170 lbs, known to vary from 98 to 360 lbs.
OCCURRENCE: Large quantities in all populated areas. Highly concentrated deposits at all sporting events and areas known as "singles bars". Extremely low quantities can be found in any location where cleaning up is required.
PHYSICAL PROPERTIES: 1. Surface often covered with hair--bristly in some areas, soft in others. 2. Boils when inconvenienced, freezes when faced with Logic and Common Sense. 3. Melts if treated like a God. 4. Can cause headaches and severe body aches; handle with extreme caution. 5. Specimens can be found in various states ranging from deeply sensitive to extremely thick. 6. Becomes stubborn and unyielding when pressure is applied; yields only when subtlety, subterfuge, flattery are applied.
CHEMICAL PROPERTIES: 1. Is repelled by concentrated quantities of precious and semi-precious metals and stones (See Jewelery Store). However, is attracted to quantities of these when viewed worn against the skin of a woman. It is believed woman's skin combines with the aforementioned to create a highly magnetic attraction for this element. 2. May explode spontaneously if wallet is opened. 3. Requires copious quantities of substances known as attention, reassurance, and stroking. 4. When saturated with Alcohol will be fairly inert and will repel most other elements. 5. Is repelled by most household appliances and common household cleansers. 6. Is repelled by small children clothed in diapers, particularly those of the malodorous variety. 7. Is rendered non-functional when confronted with the items in #5 & #6. 8. Is neutral to common courtesy and fairness. 9. Is impervious to embarrassment. 10. Most powerful embittering and aggravating agent known to woman.

Of Dreams and Roses

2008-03-28T22:58:00.007+02:00

Just another one recovered from the dust bin. It was meant for someone. But let's just say fate plays tricks even on those who control it.

Of dreams and roses

A peaceful night
Of clear sky and full moon…
Both gods and mortals
Shall dream soon…

And, so, we dream
Visions both lurid and sweet…
For, every night, we are
Trapped at Morpheus’ feet…

Visions of passion and lust…
Of a Ruby Rose…
Of a dark goddess
In whose hand Destiny froze…

Visions of purity and light…
Of a Crystal Rose…
Of a fair angel
At whose caress Destiny flows…

Although roses may wither,
The beauty of an angel fades not,
For an angel such as you
Is not easily forgot…

And, in the end,
Our Destiny lies, still,
At the tip
Of the Poet’s quill…

Slaying... me

2008-03-26T22:58:00.004+02:00

This is NOT my work. For those who care, it is Nightwish. The song is Slaying the Dreamer. And it could't be more appropriated for the moment I am going through. If you are reading this, know that I am not yet dead.

Nightwish - Slaying The Dreamer

I'm a priest for the poorest sacrifice
I'm but a raft in a sea of sorrow and greed
You bathed in my wine
Drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme
Your slit tongues licked my aching wounds

Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer

Swansong for the Wish of Night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed

Put a stake through my heart!
And drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed
As you're slaying the dreamer

Blame me, it's me
Coward, a good-for-nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, living a dream
Romantic only on paper

Tell me why you took all that was mine!
Stay as you lay - don't lead me astray!

Wake up, mow the weed
You'd be nothing without me
Take my life if you have the heart to die

You bastards tainted my tool
Raped my words, played me a fool
Gather your precious glitter and leave me be
The Great Ones are all dead
And I'm tired, too

I truly hate you all!

The Impossible Dream

2008-03-22T18:12:00.003+02:00

The Knight, both in character and spirit, was inspired by this particular song. Talk about creedos.

Peter O'Toole - The Impossible Dream

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

2008-03-22T12:32:00.002+02:00

One of the few songs with a good story to tell. You don't see too many of them.

The Traveller

2008-03-21T19:52:00.004+02:00

The beginning of the story. Enjoy.

The Traveller

Weary traveller,
Take of your cloak,
There’s no hiding
When there’s fog or smoke.

In hand, an ale,
To put some red in your face’s pale,
To take the chill from your ghostly heart,
Before you once more depart.

Lay your bones to rest
While the host will do his best.
For, at this inn,
Story telling will soon begin.

Stories of darkness and light,
Stories both sinister and bright,
Stories of love and hate,
Of a knight’s chosen fate…

Gentlemen's duel

2008-03-20T23:03:00.002+02:00

All I can hope is that any gentlemen's duel in which I will be involved (sooner or later) will not turn out as this one. Enjoy.

Crows and ravens

2008-03-19T21:02:00.003+02:00

I just figured something out. My poems tend to have a dual nature, similar to my own. So, if there is any chance to understanding me, first try and understand them. Enjoy.

Crows and ravens...

Crows and ravens
Out of the sky are falling,
Eager to heed
Their master’s calling.

Swans and doves,
Both eternal and white,
Must shield
The lovers’ hearts tonight…

Snakes twine and hiss,
Their venom taints all streams…
Clear drops are no longer enough
For one’s potion of dreams…

Flickers of thought,
Drops of perfume,
Vision of love,
Roses in bloom…

Scorching sea,
Beads of sweat,
Signs of strife,
Ancient threat…

Mortal souls
Have lost their power…
Olden spirits
Feast and devour…

Hell

2008-03-15T18:40:00.004+02:00

I think it's about time for another one. This would be one of the dark(er) poems.

Hell

Skies of fire,
Rain of blood and ash…
Those damned shed
Tears that slash.

Eons have passed…
At the gates of Hell
A cursed keeper
Has to dwell…

Battered and scarred,
Deformed by pain,
He cannot escape
Belzebuth’s reign…

Ages clear,
Now, a poisoned heart,
He was sent
To set saints and sinners apart…

To test and trial
All those on earth…
For many are doomed
Since their very birth.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

2008-03-12T23:33:00.002+02:00

Hmmm. A lot of vids lately, right? Coming soon with an "old new" poem. Promise.

More videos from the "Stinky Bush" channel at Heavy.com

It's the end of the World (Or is it?)

2008-03-06T21:29:00.002+02:00

Original

VS Spoof:

Rod Stewart - Motown Song

2008-03-02T02:24:00.001+02:00

Ya gotta love this song. It's been a little to long since I last heard it.

Rod Stewart - Motown Song

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Lovers' dreams

2008-02-27T21:16:00.006+02:00

Think you are going to like this one.

Lovers’ dreams

Night shares a lot of dreams
To those struck by moon’s shiny beams.
Dreams of love,
Brought by a small white dove.
Dreams of the great red rose,
In front of which time froze.
Dreams of raging fire,
Of a lover’s burning desire.
Lovers afar
Are brought together by the wish upon a star.
Dreamers walk through the hall of time,
Until the dawn’s first chime.

Lost game

2008-02-16T10:56:00.005+02:00

The poem says everything. Enjoy.

Lost game

As darkness creeps over the light
I am left without sight.
Surrounded by creatures of great fright
For love I used to fight.

I have tried in vain,
I think you feel the same.
We both lost this game
And we’re left in the cold rain.

Sapphire eyes
Have all but lost their disguise,
Broken hearts are their prize.
In love hope still lies.

Think about it

2008-02-13T13:50:00.001+02:00

Interesting position.

The Storm

2008-02-07T21:56:00.001+02:00

As promised. With this I start the Enlish poems. Enjoy.

The Storm

As the lightning strikes
And the thunder rolls,
The sound of clashing swords
Can be heard.
It is the sound of battle
Between Good and Evil.

The man of glass
Breaks at the touch of words.
Only an angel
Can put the pieces back.

Love is lightning…
Just a flash
And it is gone.
It can break
A man of ice.

Should love prevail?
Or will hate
Win the battle?

Sulfete de gheaţă

2008-02-05T17:28:00.001+02:00

And another one. I think this was the last in Romanian. So, from now on, English poems only :-).

Suflete de gheata,
Frumos ca un trandafir,
Treci prin viata
Tinandu-te de-un fir.

Iti daruiesc dragostea,
A sentimentelor armura,
Ce straluceste ca o stea,
Sa te apere de ura.

Cuvintele pure,
De pe ale tale buze,
Devin diamante dure,
Ale mele muze.

Hai, ca dau in mintea... lor

2008-02-02T20:16:00.000+02:00

a Japonezilor... haha. Enjoy:

Arashi - Sakura Sake
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SMAP - Sekai ni hitotsu dake no hana

Shamisen vs Shamisen :D

More to come... soon.

Cavalerul (The Knight)

2008-01-30T23:00:00.000+02:00

With this one, I made my grand literary debut. In the Creanga Highschool magazine, aka "Trimbulinzii". :-)).

Cavalerul

Paharul cu venin
Acoperit cu miere,
O clipa dulce,
Urmata de fiere

Fantome ale trecutului
Ma-mbie sa-l beau...
Insa nu!
Vreau sa mai stau.

Cavaler, imbracat
In armura ruginita,
Tot spera sa salveze
O inima lovita...

El este, dar,
De ingeri parasit
Si, mereu,
Tot mai crunt lovit.

Sabia-i de cristal
Zace sfaramata...
Iar el tot spera
Sa mai lupte-odata.

Domnita cu ochi de inger
El vrea sa cucereasca,
Insa nu poate s-o faca
Sa-l iubeasca...

Acum, poetul e mort
Si fara de cuvinte,
E printre pomii infloriti
Din locurile sfinte.

Domnita mai traieste,
Timpul a trecut,
Si ea merge fara sa stie
Ce a pierdut.

Hope you liked it. Kinda proud of it. :-).

Coverage of Kennedy Endorsments

2008-01-29T16:38:00.000+02:00

A more important moment could not exist for Barack Obama's campaign for the 2008 Presidential elections. And here's why:

Eu

2008-01-28T16:59:00.000+02:00

Or simply put... me :-D. Another poem, written in a moment of anger. Now, that I read it, I think it is hillarious And, without further ado:

Eu

Trecut, prezent, viitor
toate-n mine se aduna,
cauzand haos si furtuna,
fara glob stralucitor.

Am foc in vene
si beau 'cel venin
cu gust pelin,
ce-mi face clipele perene.

Sunt tot mai pal.
Nu mai sunt inger
luminat de Fulger.
Dar Cuvantul mi-e sabie de cristal.

Iar tu, iubito,
nu mai plange
cu lacrimi de sange
Caci nu esti singura ce am dorit-o.

Ok. I admit, this was not one of the best I have written. Especially the last rhyme... :-s.

Outcast - Roses

2008-01-26T13:59:00.001+02:00

You gotta love this @-};-

Loituma - Ievan Polkka

2008-01-23T23:34:00.000+02:00

Crazy song => Big Smiles :D

Poezie Ingerului

2008-01-23T18:49:00.001+02:00

A third one. This is the first to be dedicated to someone. A certain person with whom I fell in love. But, as always, the feeling was not mutual. That's always my case. So the hell with it.

Poezie Ingerului

Înfăsurat într-un văl de vis,
Privesc uimit către abis…
Privire întunecată,
De dragoste luminată…

Tu, înger al pământului,
Îngenuncheată în fata gândului,
Dormi…insă nu ti-a venit timpul
Să-ţi odihnesti spiritul...

De-ar fi să te trezesti acum,
Vedea-vei lumea toată-n scrum…
Ochiul ţi-ar fi înjunghiat,
De noul apus… însângerat.

Întind mâna, să te-ating,
Speriat de luminile ce se sting...

Înger de aer atins
Si de-un fior cuprins,
Te-ai dus înapoi la ale tale
Într-un nor de petale…

Si cu tine a zburat
Orice speranţă de-un răsărit curat…

La revedere... (Good Bye...)

2008-01-22T12:11:00.001+02:00

I know... The title sounds a little suicidal. Just as I felt when I wrote the poem. But, for this one I got a lot more positive reviews by those in the know.

La revedere...

Unde este ingropata lumina
Acolo ma veti gasi…
Langa stramosii mei
Ma voi odihni…

Spre ei ma-ndrept
Cu pasi repezi…
De nu vii,
N-ai sa mai vezi…

Tine minte:
Invata sa iubesti,
Invata sa urasti,
Ca sa inveti sa traiesti…

You might ask why do I explain in English. It's easier for me. As you will see in the later poems.

Edit: Yup, this is the second one. posted in chronological order. or so I hope.

And so it began

2008-01-21T13:39:00.001+02:00

With only a poem. The first poem I have ever written, back in 2002, was somewhat of a fiasco. A poetic narative... or so they called it.
This is it:

cand te-am vazut prima oara,
am crezut ca esti un inger.
ne-am inteles bine
inca de la inceput.
dar tu aveai un secret
pe care eu nu-l banuiam;
ai inceput sa ma placi
mai mult decat credeam
ca e posibil.
apoi cei care radeau de noi
si care pe mine ma stiau
inainte de a te intalni
ti-au impartasit cateva din amintirile
crezute ingropate si uitate,
din acea perioada dinaintea
schimbarilor din viata mea.
atunci m-ai alungat de langa tine.
cand mi-ai spus ca s-a terminat,
pentru mine ai murit;
si, totusi, inca traiai in sufletul meu,
caci iti impartaseam sentimentele.
am cautat compania Cunoscatorilor,
atotstiutori in intelepciunea lor.
insa sfatul lor nu prea mi-a fost de ajutor;
atunci singurul meu sfetnic mi-a ramas singuratatea…
nu mare mi-a fost surpriza cand, dupa o vreme,
te-ai intors la mine, cerandu-ti iertare.
am refuzat orice explicatie,
am vrut sa treci prin acelasi chin
prin care eu trecusem.
insa nu puteam sa fac asta,
erai prea importanta pentru mine.
te-am iertat si vei ramane
o frumoasa amintire…

Comments allowed. I don't expect positive reviews. it is, from my POV, one of the worst poems I have ever written.

Aren't I a Genius? (IQ 147)

2008-01-20T15:11:00.001+02:00

The Super IQ Test

My Result: Creative Theorist

People who are Creative Theorists are highly intelligent, complex people. They are able to process information of nearly every kind with ease, using both creativity and analysis to make sense of the world. Compared to others they also have very rich imaginations.

Take this test >

Of, si cata dreptate au oamenii astia

2008-01-20T15:00:00.001+02:00

Sarmalele reci - Tara te vrea PROST!!!

A little bit about my dream job :)

2008-01-06T17:58:00.000+02:00

What's Your Dream Job?

My Result: President

Unlike some people, your dream job doesn't involve lying on the beach somewhere or being paid to take naps. No, you love to get things done and get them done right (or at least, your way). That's why your dream job is to be president! Can't you just picture it? Being in charge and making the really important decisions? Changing the world each and every day? And forget about flying coach — you've got Air Force One. We bet that sounds like heaven for a driven go-getter like you.

Of course you don't have to come in first at the polls to succeed. As long as you remember to keep asking questions and demanding change, your vision can still help make the world a better place.

Take this test >

Vision of the future - The Big Brother State

2007-12-31T01:40:00.001+02:00

Urari si cantece de sezon ;-)

2007-12-26T01:03:00.002+02:00

Inca un Craciun, inca o tura de depresii de sarbatori, inca o zi de nastere a surioarei (teroriste) (Happy birthday).... a, da.... si inca un an nou, cu la fel de noi depresii....
Glumesc. Sau poate nu.

Craciun fericit si La multi ani!!!

Love this one :-)

Great song

More to come... soon.

A vision of students today

2007-12-15T00:23:00.002+02:00

Poate faci sau ai facut la un moment dat si tu parte din aceasta categorie...
o concluzie buna si una rea pot fi trase din vizionarea acestui videoclip:
1. cea buna -> nu suntem singurii aflati in situatia aceasta
2. cea rea -> problema aceasta este una care afecteaza chiar si Occidentul la care unii dintre noi ne uitam cu admiratie.
Eu sper ca procesul educational sa devina ceea ce ar trebui sa fie... adica un bun inceput si nu un mecanism de tampire in masa, cum este acum.