Poems
Copyright by Gabriel Paul.
You may recite the poems, on television or radio, but only if you specify that the author of the poems is Gabriel Paul.
Beyond Space, beyond Time, beyond Life it self, where Light and Shadow can not survive, there is the Nothingness almighty. It can let you Escape it's overwhelming embrace, so that you would see the Light, or it can swallow you into the darkest Absurdity.
In the darkest spaces of the Universe, in the coldest corners of the Infinite, sometime, far within the lace of Time, a Spark of Nonexistence squirms in throes of birth, like any other creature it would spill from its bowels, somewhere, deep within its labyrinth.
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The Truth can come and go as it pleases, always wondering throughout the sleepy minds. But know this: It does not make it self, It does not change it self, It always follows You.
With every second, in that moment when the Heart stops beating and rests for a little while, You can feel Free of all there is, You can Touch the Nothingness.
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Lock the stones of monoliths
In the place of galaxies
Spinning faster round and round
Till it breaks apart around.
Hearts of stars have burned to life
Countless planets circling wide
In the fire of the start,
Till some harden like a rock.
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Do you want to change the Past?
Do you want to play a God?
Do you question? What if...
From the depths of the Abyss,
From the past of Desert sand,
On the missing pigeon Wings,
To the realms of our Dreams,
We shall give you now, our way of History.
That's the father: mighty Nile,
That's the mother: barren Land,
That's the child: our Dreams
Of a Future with new wings.
But the Truth is catching up,
Our parents made Mistakes.
It's for us to Chose a way,
To the Dawns of clear day.
When the Prophet has arised,
And the World is passing by,
It's a Future of the stars
Full of Fire still above.
Suns and novas show the Way
For the souls of the Kind
That is rising from abyss
Going farther: to the Bliss.
If the Fire in the sky
Fades away as our guide,
We shall loose as smooth as silk
Restless glitter... and we wilt.
She's the Future of a Past, as a Glitter: she won't last:
He has come to take away Heart and Soul to convey,
But the Mare deep within shall arise and not give in.
If her Fidgets fades away: Sterling mare would obey.
It's my Fate to take her Life in my hands and set it off.
Dincolo de Spatiu, dincolo de Timp, dincolo de insasi Viata, unde Lumina si Umbra nu supravietuiesc, acolo este Nimicnicia atoate preaputernica. Ea, te poate lasa sa-i scapi imbratisarii coplesitoare, astfel incat sa vezi Viata, sau te poate inghiti in cea mai adanca Absurditate.
In cele mai intunecoase spatii, in cele mai reci colturi ale Infinitului, candva, departe in meandrele Timpului, o Scanteiere a Nefiintei se zvarcoleste in chinurile nasterii, la fel ca orice alta creatura pe care va avea sa o arunce din maruntaiele sale, undeva, ascuns adanc in labirintul sau.
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Odata izbucneste, in trei dimensiuni,
Si se preschimba toata in foc, spatiu si scrum:
Nemarginirea, cuprinsa fi va toata
De Licarirea ce arde Nefiinta, si Timpul il destrama,
Infometata 'ntotdeauna de orizonturi noi,
Dar va sfarsi la marginea intinsa
De forta prevazuta s-acapareze totul.
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Pe langa stelele desarte,
Planetele roiesc fara de rost,
Caci soarta lor n-a fost vreodata
Sa poarte viata intr-un loc.
Noua planete, impresurand o orbitoare stea,
Ca niste perle pe catifeaua neagra,
Sint insasi sursa vietii
Ce izvoraste 'n plinatatea sa.
Doar o cometa lucitoare
Se prinde tare de-un pamant,
Iar viata 'ncepe sa de-a roade
Luand oceanele la rand.
In intunericul adanc,
O raza palida a Lunii,
Un vanticel un pic caldut
Si roua miilor de stele,
Se vad prin ochii celui nefacut.
Lumina alba a Lunii pline
Aprinde apa de argint,
Ca o fereastra catre stele,
Mii unduiri in pas marunt.
Din fermecatele adancuri,
Din spuma apelor maiestre,
In intunericul ce luce de-a stelelor vapaie,
Ridica trupul iluzoriu al valului-femeie.
Cand zanele coboara dinspre ceruri
Si se opresc o clipa pe pamant,
Se vede ceata dorului din gand
Al stancilor-barbat.
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Fiinta mica si chircita
Fi va stramosul cel temut,
Caci omul se deosebeste,
Prin oare ce ? voi frati demult.
Tarziu in Noaptea Vietii, odata cu Lumina,
Se naste o fiinta ce Get se va numi,
Si ea va creste, va modela pamantul,
Va construi orase in fiecare zi.
Ca floarea, ca visul, ca speranta,
E viitorul nemilos
Infaptuit de omu-nlantuit, de oamenii asemenea,
De fapta lui si a acestora.
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Cat Focul mai respira,
Cand omul ce se naste inca mai suspina,
De la apus apare, pe steaua 'nvecinata,
O licarire de lumina ca o minune mare.
Dar prevesteste, vai, o soarta nebuneasca,
Caci steaua de alaturi e un vulcan tacut,
Ce va porni o data, sa arda tot in cale,
Sau sa inghete toata in plina rasuflare.
Acum, fireste, urmeaza sa va spun,
Intreaga povestire,
Ce fir cu fir se 'nnoada
Pe fiecare drum.
Istoria ce-i scrisa,
Descrie ce se 'ntampla:
Povestea vietii stelei
Si a pamantului de langa.
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Safirul stelelor ce ard in spatiul negru si adanc,
Cristalul apei care curge in spume si cascade,
Smaraldul verde 'ntunecat al tropicalelor paduri,
Rubinul si opalul unui apus si-un rasarit,
Si albul norilor care reflecta imensitatea muntilor inzapeziti,
Aduna curcubeul in florile de munte
Ce isi arata prospetimea, si viitorul, si speranta,
Le simt pe toate fara limitare
Cu ochii Libertatii, ce izvoraste din adanc.