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Where Angels Go To Die

This place,
this infinitely finite place,
where branches split the clouds
when they spin;
this place,
where the sky is studded with crystals
of dreams;
this place,
where the white melts the blue
and the cold melts the flowers,
where
among roses
a child runs
arms wide open
towards God...
This place,
where God is not what He is,
this place,
a replica of chaos,
the underworld of angels,
the mist of the Heavens
concealed by apparent
fulfillment.

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Fate

The domino of fate

strikes down angels…

Their wings are heavy,

unfolded in the wind.

And here we are, tearing flowers to crumbs,

and miss out on pieces,

in the fall of the angels.

Oh, Lucifer!

Oh, people!

We have smashed our hearts against the darkness!

We have been blinded by perdition!

We have forgotten the essence

of life…

We are domino pieces…

We fall to dismantle the atomic bomb

of time.

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Abyssus Abyssum Invocat

To write ,
a word, then another...

insufficience
hurts.

A tear,
tearing the skies open,
rested on my forehead.

Skin my soul,
take my dreams,
bury my ashes
of stars
under the light.

We've never cried together,
we've never answered
these prayers.

Disgusted,
my thoughts have crawled away
into the garden
of my apocalyptic darkness.

One hell summons another...

The incessant disambiguation 
of my lowest circles
spirals violently
within.

Don't gap!
But I scream...
Don't fill!
But I choke...

Morose stars glimmer
too far to be seized,
and the pigeons,
too white to be innocent,
have been murdered
by gravity.

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Once Upon a Fog

I strolled about a foggy nightmare
when fireflies uncovered their wisdom,
and scarce light radiated belief
in the moon.

Then I too believed in the moon,
for its color pervaded the air,
and it sat on the body of a cherry tree,
that night.

That night, the stars bowed their heads,
and seated themselves above my street.
They glowed, watching passer-by me...
I hid my eyes.

I hid my eyes from the nightmare.
Suns never after descended to shine
in my fog, for my dream was the tragedy
that made godly street lights weep. 


T A R N D A I

Ruxandra Duca, FIND THE PUZZLE!, 05.10.2014

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I Ran Upwards

I ran upwards though my soul was chasing itself
downhill, 
a body deprived of hopes,
a boulder against the wind.
Horizon lines 
of worlds apart
embraced each other,
behind the top.

Trees failed to stop my soul,
happiness failed to stop my body.
I flew and I rolled, 
torn in two essential dilemmas...

To fail or to succeed?
To live or to fall prey...
to myself... to the world...
to my unspoken horrors.
To die or to fall prisoner
to reality? To deceit?
To myself...

I ran upwards, among figures of people,
and angels, 
and trees, 
and past God.
And when my soul hit the bottom, 
my body found pieces
of the Zenith, the bridge, the alley to conquer, 
beyond time and meaning, 
for my soul was a conqueror, 
and my body 
fell dead.

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I

In words I paint myself
on the canvas of the world,
and patiently wait for the day
I'm completed.
Blasphemers will burn me, 
and light will turn black...
"No monster walked the Earth," they will weep
and tremble...
No!
It will have been... I...
I will have been
reneged redemption.

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Loneliness

I have erected too many statues in the name of love.
Not even they subdued!
Steadily, they tore themselves from their pedestals
and left...

There is no love!
God weeps in my heart...
Don’t cry, Father!