Mi-e dor de tine...

sunt plin de praf

amestec dur

de lacrimi si speranta

impaturit

legat cu snur

pierdut in ignoranta

au tot trecut

deloc usor

multi ani plini de'ntuneric

cu ochi inchisi

dar plini de dor

nici hot n-am fost nici cleric

folos nu am

nimic nu sunt

in lume nu exista

dovada ca as fi

imens, marunt

absent sau scris pe lista

in mine strang

traire, gand

si tot ce pot sa sper

zeu, muritor

devin pe rand

nu vreau nimic, dar cer...

iubire în eter!

If They existed

damn you, oh wicked hypnos

tonight you stole my dreams

you think you'll get away with it

and force me play your schemes?!

damn you, oh childish eros

for pointing those at me

you think that bending reason

would make a blind heart see?

damn you, oh aphrodite

for beauty and for charm

for watching from the distance

the break of my sword arm

you think that being angry

oh, ares son of rage

could bring the dead alive or

embower tears in wage?

i wish you dead, oh chronos

for ticking endless hope

for once i wish you frozen

to hold her or elope

damn you oh, gods! for playing

with one's own heart and mind

for writing these sad stories

and laughing unconfined.

Source of pep...

i'd nail my feelings down

if only i were right

about me being wrong 

about me being strong 

but this i cannot fight 

this light 

i must let in 

redeem the souls within 

give pulse to this old town.

even my words seem fake 

now let alone my life

around your will i crawl 

becoming cold and dull

would death come from a knife?

this strife 

must be withheld 

and peace at last be felt

and then be kept awake.

come, walk with me few steps

few breaths endure my stay

ignore this clutch of love 

forget the way i shove 

your feelings miles away.

astray 

i come, be found 

forgiven i come bound 

to show you love that peps.

ps: wrong rhyme... i know.

Not knowing...

existance is required for living

but not at all enough

my heart lives somehow due to loving

now i would wonder why would caring

not kiss the lips I cuff?

not knowing is a curse i'm used to

but i do not intend

my love for you to freely give to

this kite, most evil, nevermore true...

desire to comprehend.

they say truth will prevail in glory

and this we'll always trust

i carry pride from birth to hoary

i wish our lives would fit the story

since we all hit the dust