This is for those who will not yield,
This is for those whom you should fear,
For those that rise and fall they’ll not
For those that sleep when you can not.

For those whose shadow was never cast,
For those who never felt a lust,
This is for those who will awake,
What sleeps beneath and shall escape.

This is for those that will transform,
Each darkened space I will call home,
This is for those whom I shall keep,
Hidden from all, within my sleep.

This is for those of my own kind,
For those born from a simple line,
For those whom words I’ll never speak
But only write with the pencils tip.

Sleepless darkest days of night
You feel tortured, you feel fright
You hear nothing, there’s no light
There’s no piece of hope in sight
Soul’s restless, screams it shouts
Digging deeper into your heart,
Setting free what must not speak
Letting loose what makes you weak
Building madness, building fear…
Happiness will disappear!
It will brake it’s bounds and run
Free at last into you heart,
Tearing up that which you built
Reaping down what makes you sleep
Whispering to your own self:
Do not trust! You won’t prevail!
You will listen and obey,
You will do what voices say,
You will fall and disappoint
Shatter…shear in every point,
To an end you will arrive
And this you can not deny:
You must stop, you must not yield
You must stand your ground and feel
You must be all that you can
… not your own worst enemy!

Have honour …
Have heart !
Have courage and thought,
have will and worthy pride …
true substance in your eyes.

Have hope …
Have dreams !
Have nightmares,
know how it feels …
Have patience,
and respect..

Have a soul
and not regret.
Have a mind
of ones own !
Have a love
to have, to hold …

Have the strength,
to stand your ground
… and truly be real!

Posomorata apasare
Vine toamna ametitoare,
Gloria caldurii moare
Dusa pe eterna mare.

Ganduri multe ametite
Sugrumate, lenevite,
Somnul slab, nu am cuvinte
Si o tacere ca-n morminte.

Vine cel fara cuvinte,
Vantul suiera cuminte,
Te’nspaimanta cel ce vine
….. frigul alb !

Te retragi tu invelit
Ce din toamna, ametit
Si insulti vantul cel rece
Tu nu stii ca totul trece?

Vara moarta, disparuta
Toamna calda si apusa
Dragoste invelitoare
Iarna alba … nepasatoare.

“What do you see nurses? … What do you see?
What are you thinking … when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, … not very wise,
Uncertain of habit … with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food … and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice … ’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice … the things that you do.
And forever is losing … A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding … The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? … Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am … As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, … as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten … with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters … who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen … with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now … a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty … my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows … that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now … I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide … And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty … My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other … With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons … have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me … to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, … Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children … My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me … My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing … young of their own.
And I think of the years … And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man … and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age … look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles … grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone … where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again … my battered heart swells
I remember the joys … I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living  … life over again.
I think of the years, all too few  … gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact …  that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people … open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer …  see … ME!!”
Found this on the web, written by a very old man in a nursing home … stunned me.

Ma sufoca, ma strofoc, si tac
Zvracoleste, se intoarce si iar tac
Si tot creste si iar creste
Ma invaluie, nu am aer…
E cu mine, peste mine, intru mine
Ajutor!

Inutil dar inutil, absolut exist,
Si cutremura absurd,
Gandul ce e viu…
Inutil, abandonat, furat total persist,
Fara de acel dar
Ce nu ma tine inchis.

Furat inca persist,
Si lupt si trag, gandesc…
Incerc din rasputeri
Intr-un al fruntii incrunt
Sa recapat un vechi avut
Si torturat inchei
Tinut tot la pamant
De acea…….