Unholy matrimony of nude roses

                                                               
Moaning night,thy cheek I kiss,my beloveth Venus,
Stars aligned on thy face like the gleaning powder on the face of a corpse,
Thy castles is now graveyard
The garden becometh thy tomb,
Where nude roses laid  in scarlet catamenial blood...
Waves of black organdi weave thy pale beatitude
And a rose falls from my claws on the grave of thy youth

Thy ghost drinks the wine of rotten grapes
And thy mouth grasps on the tender bouquet of the liquor
On the ancient taste..
As Bachus wedges in his own dreams of hate,
Whereupon you wove the moonlit haze of dying winter.

Nude roses laid on thy lips in magnificent obscene
And flowers rotten kiss the orchid of thy mouth
In unholy matrimony of death and love..
A scenery of devastated perfection in thy emerald universe of grief
A garden of slumber,floating in mirth...

I hear thy moan that severes through webs of ectoplasm
With demonian fires that flee throughout hell to embrace thy limbs,
Awake!In the night be released on a bed of black nude roses
In whirlwinds of ravens come again forth thy pale...
Moon osculates thou in lesbian desire,
In orrised,misty burial ground

Thou deceiveth the time and space
With thy abhorent beauty...
But now on thy cemetary gate
I see the carved riddles of thy face.

Q and A 1

                                                             Q and A 1

                                                               De ce scriu?

Voi presupune ca multi imi vor pune aceasta intrebare….Raspunsul este foarte simplu…Scriu pentru ca in poezie pot sa fiu Dumnezeu.In poezie pot sa ucid pe oricine vreau sau pot invia pe oricine vreau de asemenea.In poezie pot sa am ceea ce  nu am avut niciodata(dragostea bat’o vina :d),pot sa vizitez orice loc din orice Univers si sa gasesc drumul sigur inapoi.Daca veti citi si veti intelege(avand in vedere ca nu folosesc o engleza accesibila tuturor) imi veti spune ca sunt un scriitor de pornografie J).Nu dragii tatei..Aia nu e pornografie..Curentul in care imi incadrez eu,personal,pe persoana fizica poezia se numeste GOTHIC si este o imbinare intre DRAGOSTE si OROARE.Sa spunem ca sunt un mare fan Cradle of Filth si pot spune cu mana pe inimioara mea ca e singura trupa adevarata in materie de versuri…Dani Filth ar trebui sa fie mentionat in istoria Angliei ca unul dintre cei mai mari poeti..De acolo si pana la crearea acestor poezii pe care le’ati citit sau pe care le’ati scos la imprimanta in vederea stergerii la fund nu a mai fost decat un pas.. Poezia mea poate fi interpretata ca :-? :al dracului de depresiva,o poezie care in lipsa banilor de Viagra te poate ajuta sa duci treaba aia asidua la sfarsit :d sau o poezie de rahat folosita la hranirea gurii hulpave a WC-ului.Ramane la mana voastra sa hotarati in care categorie se afla …Cu drag,Dumnezau…

Ov wolves and grief

                                                               

Pidgeons of fire,dreamlike sky -I saw in that realm,
Accompanied by the crawling shades of giant wolfes..
Walking through woods forgotten long ago
Through miriad of firestars and vistas full of snow.
Dying with a last will in my thoughts-
TO LIVE AGAIN AS WOLF!!

[Spirit of firmament]
"In grief's tango thy soul shalt not be
'cause thou art meant  to be king,meant to be cleaned,
In starish waltz thy soul shalt flee-
Be without fear-I don not scorn thee!
Open thy eys and look at me,
Drink the morningdew,blood of life and immortality!

[...]
"Hark!These tears are frozen'd and are cutting like blades,
Oh,how I wish to drown in the flames of Hades!!
My heart still beats but like a butterfly wing,
Grief rapes my soul,ragges my thoughts,
Hark!Help me.ye dark spirit,ye divine dream!!!

[The Moon]
"I love thy sculptured lips and thy obsidian eyes,
I crave to kiss you,I crave to feel thy touch-
BE ALIVE AND BE WOLF!!!

Blinding lights came from the sky
As the two forces brought me alive,
Blood pulsed again,redden my eyes
And a nostalgic roar exploded from my mouth!
"For eternity,Night and Moon-I'm thine slave,
Never shalt I be touched by that deceitful light!"


[Spirit of firmament]
"Behold thy beloveth form and spit thy mock at heaven's doors
Thou art our diamond,our physical aeon
Pain you'll not feel and for ever love you will receive.
Bound by my wife -the Moon that stands high
and by my manifestation in thy feeble mind!
In wolfish ressurection thou shalt retrieve thy bliss-
"Of wolfes and grief"is the song that you'll forever sing.

[The Moon]
"Bliss I'll engrave in thy soul
I'll embrace you from dusk 'till dawn"

The charcoal eyes of a crow

                     


I drown in your charcoal-like eyes,
I see if you're honest or you're lying
I can see what's hazy,your thoughts -
Scorn,love,hatred whatever pierces your mind.

Take a look into your blacken heart,
And just tell me what do you see,
You behold your demons?Do you see thee?
The moon is over and ready to torn apart ,
To leave a grip on your fragile soul...
Those charcoal eyes-The place I will drown...

On the edge of sanity,disappointed reality
The abhorent lies of a deceitful deity,
Ain't these your worst fucking nightmare you see
Every night in the sweat of time?

You clash with your thoughts of good,
Also with the thoughts of bad,
Continue like this and 'till morning you'll be dead..

How can you understand the malediction I call a life?
Bad people prevailing-only goodness dies...
Where's your God,King and Lord
Because I want to spit in his wisdomful eyes!

I watch on the dark horizon a crow,
And how it soars on the sky above,
I drown in his charcoal eyes
The sign of greatness and demise
It flies,something we'll never do,
Without wings we all embrace the tomb...

Look a ray of light
Or a grain of sand
Everyone  of these has it's death..
Tress are withering,light's weakening
I don't trust your god...Why should you?

What he had done for you?
Hea gave you the malediction that I call a life
That you carry on in bondage;
The pretended greatness falls upon thy corpses,
The corpses of his beloveth christians.

Die!Die!Die forevermore
You don't exist in my heart and my soul
Why?I never was a part of this world.

You wrote God's name in the skies
But the wind blown it away,
You wrote His name in your heart
But eternally it won't last.

On seraphic or demoniac wings you can fly
It's to your free choice
Evil means freedom,but you're afraid to admit
And you're narrowminded and lone.

We yiearn for the suffer where many burn
In the tar of Father Dark,
We're all brothers in darkness reborn
We're all brothers in night

Watch the charcoal eyes of a crow
And get ready to reborn.

Cangrened flesh of weeping chrisantemums...

                             Cangrened flesh of weeping chrisantemums
                                                 by Antagonist


Far away from mankind in a kingdom beyond
A beautiful girl wept for her impossible love....
He journeyed through dead gardens,so beautiful
Sorrowful .yet raped by dole...

Her bridal cloak was rotting under the grasp of time,
She didn't know thyself for she was carried by black tides
The moon thrilled emotioned in the clouds,
And with wings of rays she lift her again on the shore.

The throes in her heart which she could bare no more
Took her the life and death stands on her throne...
"Come back ,thine are the moondoves and the right to live
I scorn those  who made you suffer"I yell'd and than started to weep.

I've put ten roses on her grave and they started to weep too..
So  did the whitestain'd moon..
The pale flesh of the withering roses was slowly turning to rott
As the goldseeds of her love turned to universal doth..

I took in the palms of my hands her marbleflamed soul...
For i wanted to weep  by her side in grieve
My dear,in hope I'll be summoned in your gentle,eternal dream...
And I liberated the soul with a  endless farewell ....

And she found her love deep in the shadowsphere,
A knight like her,untouched by christianity
Who loved her hard
Gived her the love that she'd demand..

Hellforged roses laid upon her marble tomb
When the sunlit chaos emerged over the wintercharm
She broke her spell on me
I'm free to live without her,without her love...

Neverending grey veiled my sorrow of solitude
As the pain of being alone was shattering once more
And I died on her tomb
But one marble rose remained to tell her story for ever

"Thou art my queen and my light
Tough now I'm raped by death's delight."

Aschtoreth kissed Adoni's lips...

                         Aschtoreth kissed Adoni’s lips….
                                      by Antagonist


Astarte!Behold the burning passion of the astral embrace,
Behold the vast burning plains of seductive lakes
The shimmering rain that kisses the snow
and the mournful ocean of tears that weeps on the shores of Hades…
The castle’s grieving for the loss of it’s gleaning,
For the lost rain of ancient,diabolic times
Shatter’d the beauty of cosmos and desacrated the time.

At the gates of gold of Astarteion behold Aschtoreth…
She’s a goddess of winter engulfed in snow,
Behold Adoni’s lips,and his eyes which burneth as fire…………
They scream in divine violation of thine code…
Hear Aschtoreth whispers of lust in Adoni’s sodomy…
The hermafrodites hieroduls in divine rapture.

....Aschtoreth kissed Adoni's lips with burning blood
While Adoni was touching her neck with his breathe
The nature was dreaming into the garden of Astarteion
as the nightly carpet was falling down on their lustful faces...
Hark,ye night!Shalt thou break thy cosmic place
for mortal,little dreams of lust and grief?

Astarte!Thou stir stars from their place,
Thine lewd gaze makes me want to tear down thine gown
And kiss avid thine starlit,snowkissed breasts…
As nightingales are singing choires of eternal erotism
I embrace thy childish body and creep into thy depths..

As Aschtoreth sighs in eternal carnal pleasure
Thou lay down on the gold dusted ground
And let me get drunk with thine lilac scent..
Thou art forever mine,thou art part of me,
Astarteion witness the scene of dark erotic mirth

Absynthe drunk roses(Aphrodite tantalized)

                                                                 
                                                                                                                       

Frost leaves fall down on thy grey tomb,
Thou left my paradise,thou spread our haze,
Through the gallows of solitude ,through the shadow's womb
I now fall and breath deep the perfume of thy grave.

My pandemic Aphrodite-
Thy majestic face is engraved now in filth
As valkyries dance with nightspwan sylphs,
Thy nebular design,god-like lips
Enshrouded eternally in rotten bridal dreams,
Dreams of rapture going to be  seared.

Art thou not dead?-I feel thine hands caressing my face.
Art thou alive?-I see you griefspawn iris.

'Neath winter's spurn I gaze to thy sculptural grave,
A thousand suns needed to drink this perfection!
It's the dusk of thy relics
The dawn of newborned hatred.!

Thy funeral accompanied by ravens songs,
By chanting scumming,dark liquored sea,
Preparing thy shadowbed of darkness spawned silk.
I fall like thy beloveth rain...for you,usurping the power of sun:ETERNALLY!

Miriads of stars witnessed thy death,embowered thy everlasting malicious smile
Bidden to dance among the shadows of smells of rose drunk with absynthe...
Litanies of grief betrotheth thy fugitive eyes,
Philtre pours from thy rotten lips on my mouth,oh,Aphrodite my dear!
Rennaisance shall know  thy soul
Under the cold clouds dark harangue....

Thou exude and raindrops pours on the soil,
In autumnal mirrors,forest uncoils
Aphrodite!Thy arms embrace the cold welkin leaves with a glance
And trees shiver under the mantle of thy beloveth gaze.

Grubs of sick constelation,arabesques of cold glittering tongues
Severed by talons of unforgiven sins,
Auroras came to shatter the beauty of thy breasts
And the cold,alabastered touch of thy skin.

On tameless tides of darkness thy dead shadow descends
Tantalized by morningtears...oh my sick,opaline queen...