XTIAN POEMS Felix Rian Constantinescu 2017 „cante' waste' hoksila ake istimba, hanhepi kin waste'.� Lakota Lulluby Ourselves alone
The funny things we do ourselves Alone in the black bed of foolish Thoughts the eyes we give for Nothing - the dead reasons of Regret - and pain - we will never be The same after our games - win or Lose - we wait for pedigree and Love - noble and ice-cold and pure. Napoleon Laughing
Orgasmic brain - what will be left of it But today the man laughs - just born Far from his destiny of truth an death But what ideas flow in his uconscious God knows - nothing satanic though A beautiful Child before making world Obey - they say genii laugh too - a Cosmic laugh - followed by rebellion & meaning. Broken Guitar
The guitar is broken and glued again Mistakingly - they put the neck of a Swan - to this yellow silent piece Of music - how can She sing except Before Death - when the swan will rise
To a heaven and the guitar will shrink In the depths of the earth - and spring When we'll live in air & our memoires. Thomas More. A Life Art
I believe that flowers mean flowers And believe that people mean people Like truth is a red caterpillar Tearing your soul down I believe in the eternal leaves And the soliloquia of dead Mother I believe God a wall and a door & my names mean Thomas More. JURAMIS, THE DARK GIRL A dark girl - made of chaos & tears She is alone - alone and relentless Remained in Sheol read her S/speare's Is in a Child love's meaningness? Tell me - is it? - or not - and all a lie? What is to be if nothing? - please please Answer me - does Life end? & love die? Friends are unseen & only Soul is. About The Clipping of Things I Seems like since always I have it The habit to tear unkowingly to Weirdly clip things without reason To break the expensive things Of the family in frenzy but that Was long ago still lurking in Memory and deeds I am yes A madman b/ e/thing has cause. II More than that – a need to break The heart of strangers and family
To play with feelings as a policeman To hurt and to be hurt and do Bad – like the psychopathic thieves There must be an explanation I Think but don’t request it instead Wait for the bloomings to make tea. HOMOSEXUAL UNROTTING Dead entombed and wept for By some law of nature a refuse To rot turn into excrement and Earth a dead homosexual Saint Alone with himself in the coffin What miracle has passed who done it Maybe St. Anne of the Weeping Children What will we do of this Saint? PURPLE TOMBSTONE
My tombstone will be of purple waters Made of my tears and bloodful thoughts It will be a trufle watered by my cadaver Inside the Earth as in a woman's tummy On it will writ HERE LIES RODION THE MAN OF BIG IDEALS AND GREAT LOSSES and a year or two of the ones Known and a star a bee star with honey. MUTANTISM
A MILD WAY TO MUTATE THE BRAIN TO ADAPT MEN AND WOMEN LIKE TERMITES IN A PYRAMID OF SAND TO GIVE DOCTRINE AND IDEAS EVEN AND TO PROMISE FREEDOM OR FUN TO OFFER THEM A CHANCE TO BE ALIVE
LIKE TO A LAZY BEE AND TO TEACH IT ALWAYS CHOOSE FLOWERS NOT SALT. OPTIC FIBER VILLAGE
The land is the same, only the plough's Blade cut is bigger ever since the Nazi-Soviet War the villagers are devious the same or Not? Who knows? They don't eat corn With milk - they have cars and fancy clothes And foreign money and vice diseases & www. & dead relatives in rich tombs in the cemetery But they do it they plough & sheperd after work. THE CABBAGE FIELD
This year we will put cabbage I can see the letuces rise just As back home in Anatolia and Far East to Armenia and Iran
The cabbage field will be one Of the world's wonders and We will eat it all day after day Until next spring happy and full. THE DESERTORS
Tired of this paradise they go To build another Their eternal dream Of civilization and spirit and they send Colored postcards and the wine of Peace look how sad they are we Became again the grizzly volois A strange land with no inheritance They exod using God for impotence.
ASYLUM CRY Some time ago I wanted to draw With blue ink the overstreet asylum And I drawn a beast with big teeth And opened jaws on all the page Yes I know the feebleness of the ill And the attitude of Mothers and The leaving there but this night first I heard the pain of the asylum the cry. THE GRUNGEROCKER
Walks lonely w/ stories in hand on t/ roads of t/ city to t/ new bridge Where the younger hip hop kids draw defamatory images of him Walking and gay and orgasmic like Whitman - forever unaccepted Forever philosophical - like a serious waker - and no friends Mother quit long ago to understand him - She dead anyways The city just don't seem to accept his own ever since Childhood Un uomo universale from tertines to Sheryl Crow but is he straight? Girls look at him as at to something strange & shut up to themselves. THE DRAKKAR
I am the drum of the drakkar pulsing in the sea The prophet of the berserk and merchants warmen The innocent the soul the bird the spirit I am The drakkar god possesed knowing the unknown Way - the waters fight as centuries the lands cry Blood - the drum is my heart and the ship a big Fish w/ maiden head - I am t/ only one knowing We will die - I am t/ only one peaceful - albatross. THE NOCTURNAL
At night we betray ourselves we love Not men or people but the night itself
A biological etat d’ame not love even But chemistry and veins wet tissues It is called the nocturnal man t/ strange Of silence bereft near the lamp and Computer - we pray to become digital Or for the night to neverend - no pain. XTIAN
Engines and brains pumping on the streets In silence - the silence of robots and laugh Of hyenas - the grunge of the day and yes For me the song - Xtian - keeping my soul In all the autism of the mechanisms - and Money - for everything a price - o, God When will I die away from the pharaonic Cities? - still alive - still walking - thinking. CHIAROSCURO
A rembrandtian icon - a soul among daemons The Brahmaputra pulsing in the temple - sky Toledan with lightning and revelation - the sinful Child - ostracised then - stoned - the pilgrim Child - the War lost - and the heart a seed of stone The Calvary - and the Law - never fulfilled Torah Death never coming - expected as a salvation Life proving t/ Bible - in silence & obscurity - son. A WHITE SHEET OF PAPER
I sent my Father to the printers To ink my Romanian heretic book And I was surprised to see my Book in harmonious array -
Whith 3 dispersed sheets of paper Blank - two of them numbered And the third nude - well w/ only A sheet of paper - still have it. THE HUMANE
Philosophical notion - sociological absolute - the Man Dream - a fall into grace and incompleteness - the pain Of love - of forgiveness - forever and everafter - the need Of forgiveness - to forgive and be forgiven - is soul An angel? - the biological laws of the cosmos - an islam Of every soul in genius or simplicity - the road To Jerusalem - the truth of weakness; everlasting And psychology - but more than that - the Greek temple. DOR & ECSTASY. The Industrial Revolution
Gauguin walking with Christ - & the surrounding villages Like the boughs of a piano - the sensucht of country-boys The silence of night-fields - lightless - the silence of wo/man In t/ night - thoughts as birds - black/white - beasts & flowers & t/ urban people - offices - euphoric or depressed - crying Or mute - The silent deserted factories the night before Pleasure - soul is biochemy - cars - t/ wisdom of t/ junkies t/ love of t/ gay - t/ machines - & t/ noise of t/ market - mdnss. DARK & ALONE
Six million villages left in permafrost 23 million souls in the dark - every road Falls apart - you will live you will see God Leave us - go - go Mother - go son - forget us Romania - Albania - Macedonia - Cernowitz Who cares you know - I want a Dorothy’s house God knows w/ I want - I want to go - uncompletness I want God to come and bury my Mother.
DAMNATION
to Rodica Lăzărescu Damnation is not a thing to be desired Mostly - all people seem to profess Heaven - except for a few psychopaths And quirky rockers - or maybe the Corrupted souls - destroyed auras Mad - the hurt - when damnation comes It's like a knife - in your frontal lobes To be avoided but life is so beautiful. THE FLOWERS
It is questionable which is the meaning Of flowers - they germinate in the snow On boughs in the field in the orchards & gardens - & then everything is t/ same Dead - they bloom in t/ cemetery & in brain Of corpses flowers are unconsciously Compared to stars - flowers have a law Of their own - which we all accept - no one Cries for the death of a flower - & we kill Them - again and again - With a humane Fascinated superior grin - we do - in our Lovedeclarations and mourning and poetry. The Children Hospital From my window - I can see the Children Hospital - a place by God forgotten Souls rejected by life - not good enough How much they eat? Do they have Mothers?
But they _are_ good and they pray in prison And as they just sit they help each other up In the afternoon on the tricolore benches They are not heart misfits just soul martyrs In a better world they will be adopted and Loved or sent back home and healed And they would have food to eat and they Would pray and work and love and grow. ANGELS
I wonder sometimes and now Parsley sage Rose Mary and time Does any man or woman need The angels given to us - do we Or just live like beasts for the Evolution - like the gorillas in the Prison - like the dogs in the den Do we need angels tell me? Bad Marriage
Psalm 73 Mother married Father out of Christian charity A widower with three mangy orphan cats First thing She bought them warm clothes And food - and loved receiving only for hate And then she bore her Voodoo Child - me The loser of the family - She dead years now The older brothers wait for Old Bad Father To die - and the little one to Auschwitz. THE CHRISTIAN
Brendan is gone and so the King
The christian Puts to bed in drakkar Viking Towards the Atlantis To convert Death West in Atlantis The Christian Lies there The ship Coffin is And sails West Towards the Atlantis To convert Death West in Atlantis. A FRIEND OVERSEAS
The fields belong to the centuries A way over the sea - a song of t/ Fregate with the heart of a Swallow You - left - and made a New World In the resemblance of the Ancients The Caelts - riding on stars and Birches - you were born of doom And hope - so Talitha Kumi -.
THE POETRY
Written - thought - self-spoken - dreamt
Copyrighted - own - claimed - fought for A piece of property - like a stool or an USD - the poetry is the solace of the self What's it all about - money & checknotes or the freedom of the word inside us and Man? Really? The poetry is a violent game In which we have to lose like t/ gladiators. Felix. An Autobiography
Writer - singer - behaved Rastafarian Locked in a cabin - on matresses in Barrack - thinking - of love & abuse Poetry and squalor - a dog - why not? Still alive in the world not agreing with Sinking in the equinox of the great fall Sad - most than anything - living hurt In t/ Precambrian of t/ contemporary. The Clown
Alone - having only himself to think about Unloved - green brain like French cheese Singing or silent - hated and loving enemies Nothing helping him - really - nobody - the Girl is far and lonely too - the female Clown With a library and digital library in head Red heart - burgundy lips - the soul a tree In bloom and fallen to the ground - praying. Consecrated Bread
Dough of the Ancients - staining the hands Of Maiden Mary - from the Hellenic Ponts Stained of olives and the oil of the battle Lost generations of Virgin great priestesses
Artemis - Athena - Minerva - Ceres with All her prayers - the first Christians - holy Killed and raped by the Barbarians - I am Their voice their soul their Child - honor me. The English Bible
I read in the English Bible The Past Present & Future If world will unite in peace It will be in It - It will be in It I read in the English Bible The Past Present & Future If world will unite in peace It will be in It - It will be in It. Evanescence
I sit with my cat on my torso Listening to the radio & staring In the night thinking to my Dead Grandmother and her House - demolished - 100 miles Away - just like her time will be When I will erect like a Patriot In the beyond gone dead spirit. The Poplars
Gentle - windpainting in the sky - swaying Like algae underwater - some scorched Of life - vertical - brush lines in tones brown & young green - comforting the sad temples Nobody sees them though - they are angels Ministrants of soothe - in anonymous temper Rocking like the Children for the bird's view Not a place to be - clouds free - prisoner istm.
The Minor Poet
For Susan Stewart, with Love.. Published - accepted - a notion of the age Owner of his name as if of a good property Christian - homsexual - atheist - all in one A dreamer - working in literature - pleasant Never against society and Church norms In t/ open of day - a man of thoughtlessness And words - the unudnerstood prodigy Oh, the minor poet - a name & two poems. The Cherubim
God how long has been - tell me Twenty years - thirty - thousand? Children meet cherubims & love Them - making them Children No more - alas - the pain never Fades - we all were cherubims Once - what happned - Jesus? Tell me - tell me - tell me - tell... Jazz Math If Columbus had apllied Jazz mathematics is Possible instead of America to be hanged In the fools prison But just as well he Could have discovered How do you call them?
Those waves which are In universe and lead Effortlessly from one end To another of the cosmos. Autoportrait sabato, matisse, coltrane, carmelite, Child, butler, pig-eater rabbi, joe le taxi, Ceshire logician - sabato, matisse, coltrane, carmelite, Child, butler, pig-eater rabbi, joe le taxi, Ceshire logician - sabato, matisse, coltrane, carmelite, Child, butler, pig-eater rabbi, joe le taxi, Ceshire logician - sabato, matisse, coltrane, carmelite, Child, butler, pig-eater rabbi, joe le taxi. Overcomed Asperger
Asperger is not a friend Asperger is not a friend Asperger is not a friend Asperger is not a friend Asperger is not a friend Asperger is not a friend Asperger is not a friend Asperger is not a friend. Autoportrait 2
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Milton
The man of the '20s Is morally implied W/ political convictions Freedom seeker No dogma is good Enough - no man Holy - potentially from Reject to Man. To the Fields. To Dr. Terpe, Yeas Ago I said my Prayer To the Fields Of Incence and Myrrh To the Leafs And Stones Please Let me Pray. THE RIGHT TO EDUCATION My dad was a jerk you know All I ever wanted wast to read I used to say to People Teach me to Read - but Father Took all my welfare and gave Me no books - and abused me So I killed the Motherfucker Will I go to jail - are there books? MY REASONS
Asperger reasons are basically handful
Have you read Kataev's book? - what Do you think about courage? - do you Consider parties fun? - are you a blonde Or a brunette? - what do you think are The advantages of loneliness? - in Childhood did you dream of becoming A recluse? - do you like food? - terrible? - are you sane? - are you guilty? Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful.