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Bogdan-Ioan Vaida Poem
Drop of water
In the river -
Sound of joy
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2007
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A hidden angel trapped in a cube of ice
She seeks to unravel her desire for life
The sun she desires to free her from the peril
That her hidden temptation has brought as a gift
In the summer she had
A most beautiful moment
With a person she's met
In a wonderful day
The shadow of lust with a grin lights her heart
In this cage of loneliness where her feelings start to melt
She wants to get back, she wants to find him
But the truth is she can't for she'll forever be hid
Feeling loss and regret she starts to succumb
To the anchor of feeling she once had in her palm
The flower received in a moment of love
Her palm is now wet with the drop of the lone.
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2008
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Hear, feel
The sound of wind -
- Change
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2007
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From the dream of a mage
Here comes the Ice Age
The unforseen illusion
That gives birth to abusion
Bringing upon humanity
A new mentality.
And in this dammed night
When i had slept so tight
2 wings searched the sky
For humans not to die
They searched for the sinner
The infamous beginner
To alter his mentality
With her sexuality
But he sleeps so tight
She can't bring him light
So she enters the dream
Where the 2 will sin
In a world of light
Full of pleasure and delight
A boy fights with might
The beast that took his light
The boy was bitten
He almost got eaten
Helpless in despair
The boy had to be cared
She flied low
Feeling the flow
Saving the boy
Bringing him joy.
In a green forest
A boy and a girl rest
The wings not to be seen
She fell in love with his sin.
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2007
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The archer taints
The beauty of the wind -
Bringing dishonor
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2007
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The fever comes upon the mortal
Through it he seeks his mind to see
What lies behind the hidden portal
Behind the scenes of his reality
He sees forces that furiously unravel
Upon the souls of the flesh and blood
They seek the despair, the power, the emotion
To discovery the new in their immortal now
They sense his eyes looking at them
His consciousness swimming in their unknown
They look back, with a desire for pestilence
Troubled as he is, afraid he now becomes
Rotten his reality, begging for the something
To the few that notice .. his futility on the streets
He craves for his status, his power and his money
The things that depraved him of his soul
Yet nobody looks, nobody hears and no one understands
The earth has closed his gates to his mouldered soul
Trapped between the world of vision and the world of now
His mind starts planning his devious return
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2009
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Learning, sleeping
Playing, wheeping
Integrating in the whole
Like a brick into the wall
Hearing whispers all the time
His unconscious needs sublime
Singing songs or writing poems
Escape he seeks, uncommon knowledge
Seeking perfection (not to mention) he fights the infection
That tries to stop his ascension (to the far dimension)
In silence he screams
He, who has the big, bad sins
An angel seeks his long lost soul,
For him in order not to fall
With the power of the gods
He survives against the odds
A She is created
To fit the unrated
The wish to fulfill
The dream to come still
Beyond, there's nothing more
Purity has lost his soul
Seeking desire
He has fallen into fire
Intense the burning hits his soul
In his hell he's gonna fall
From the dream he shakes and wakes
To take a bath and learn for math
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2007
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In a blink of an eye
The angel appears on the sky
I see the innocence in her face
While she tries to fly with grace
A broken wing under a devil skin
Her face is full of lust and sin
She can not reach the sky again
She sinned so much she will remain
She is so perfect for this world
But she will stay, she gave her word
Even the Heaven closed its door
And let the girl sleep on my floor
No more wings and no more grace
She is a human in a place
A place of beauty, joy and sorrow
The girl won't stay until tomorrow
The gates of Hell have opened wide
To get the girl that sinned with pride
There she will pay for what she gave
Beauty, joy, sorrow and all with ave
But will she ever meet again
The one that crossed her path, the man?
Will she have the everything
Even though she has now nothing ?
But the memories remain
And they bring her joy and pain
She fought the war and she has won
And now she bears her unborn son
The gates of Hell await the muse
She wants not but she must choose
The being that she will gave birth
Will mum or she return to Earth ?
A soul has fallen from the sky
Born in a family, but born to die
Which one is she, the she or mum?
I do not know but she will come!
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2006
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De dimineata si pana pe'nserate
Faci, duci, dregi sarcinile toate
Ajungi seara'n pijamale
Si esti gata de culcare
Dar la viata te gandesti
Si de ce te obosesti
Când afara'i vreme faina
Tot ce'ti trebe e o haina
Iei costumul de'alergat
Si pe usa te-ai scapat
Gandurile te primesc,
Relaxarea-o poticnesc
Fuga usurare nu-i,
Linistea n-o da oricui
Ce sa faci sa te destinzi
Cand nu poti sa te intinzi?
Pasarea mananca bine,
In colivie totu-i apartine
Dar cand fuge'n libertate
Ia mancarea de-unde poate
Pofta de viata ai
Libertate parca n-ai
Vrei mancare sau vrei bine?
Libertate-o poti obtine.
Si viteza parca prinzi,
Noapte luna o cuprinzi
Cu privirea lacrimand
De viata animand.
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2018
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I once caught a clear glimpse of her, when she smiled to me, in the train station, not
knowing what to think, speaking to the cellphone and looking at me at the same time,
trying to stay calm, yet couldn't. How regal she looked with the smile on her face...
My next glimpse of her was in bed, at night, when she could not endure the thought of
being held by her hands as she was, yet, with a once dominant instinct, loving the way she
was seduced. It struck me how dreadfully vulnerable she seemed, being a girl and yet in
some obscure way a mature woman.
But the angel was released and forgiven and returning to her Eden she was no more able to
withstand eternity without the one she loved. So she rose from her wooden chair and
enchanted the mortal, seeking him, loving him, bringing him to her.
He arrived at Heaven's doors and gracefully entered the gate.
Only a few paces from the beauty he draw her closer, teasing her, kissing her ... making
her feel so excited and tantalized.
Copyright © Bogdan-Ioan Vaida | Year Posted 2007
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