tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85490164473114272252024-03-13T03:15:22.839+01:00Soapte Sfinte Dezmortite - Poezii dintr-un eon uitatWaldeckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00902191808035051893noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549016447311427225.post-74713728426697539702010-12-16T17:53:00.002+01:002010-12-16T17:59:03.172+01:00Hibernareun cibernetic sicriu!<br /><br />evolvati ca fiinte industriale<br />sociABILI - DIAL 8/11 de duzina<br />- MATERiale mondiale -<br /><br />stiu!<br />ca ma-ndrept spre voi<br /><br />virtutii vizuale<br />vanduti in lumi virtualizate<br />incantate de specii hipermodificate<br />copiate-n loc de unicate<br /><br />redundante<br />in valoarea lor de calitate<br /><br />un cosmar fortificat<br />nanoimplantat<br />cu robotei si filme curatate<br />de orice lucruri adevarate<br /><br />orificii artificii VII=IP<br />pentru programe intermediare<br />validati<br />si spionati dupa obisnuinte<br />prin consum achizitionati<br />stimulati prin (con)s t i i n t e<br /><br />dar ce ajuta o ratiune deplasata<br />o ceata avansata <br />un cearceaf nepermeabil<br />o culisa utilizata<br />un paragraf?<br /><br />inteligenta rece artificiala<br />din beciul servitorului orb<br /><br />va izbuti in creierul moale<br />ca ucigator soare<br /><br />re:<br />cunoastem RECORDURI necunoscute<br /><br />productii mediale fara suflet<br />organe functionale <br />de exploatare<br /><br /><br />© j.w.waldeck 2009<br /><br />Please do not USE<br />anything of my work!Waldeckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00902191808035051893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549016447311427225.post-75855421948091189052010-10-06T17:41:00.004+02:002010-10-06T17:51:16.989+02:00Ce-am invatat de la un Dumnezeu.<br />sa nu depinzi de-un gand uman<br />de pareri statice de sertar<br />de degene r a t i u n i<br />incapabile de univers propriu...<br /><br />un corp cibernetic<br />declansat intr-o navigare nelimitata<br />cuplat prin proiectorul mintal<br />conduce nava-ti spatiala<br />spre ideal<br /><br />nu mintii – vorbind de prieteni<br />distanta creste cu fiecare cuvant inteles<br />renascut prin tine<br />in afara de coperti...<br /><br />cat timp ti-e dor<br />de captivitatea redusilor<br />vei sta legata-n fata usilor<br /><br />nu ne putem dezlega <br />de mediul<br />din care ne-am dezvoltat<br />in loc de izvor<br /><br /><br />© j.w.waldeck 2009<br /><br />Please do not USE<br />anything of my work!Waldeckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00902191808035051893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549016447311427225.post-58615069372626924692010-10-06T17:38:00.002+02:002010-10-06T17:41:33.295+02:00Secatipe malul carcerilor<br />ramasitele uriaselor u=ZINE<br />spala ca niste babe parsive<br />oboseala copiilor<br />tociti de magazine<br /><br />pe malul carcerilor<br />stropesc burlacii<br />aruncati de copile<br />vanturate camasi<br />pe spatele muncii prajita rusine<br /><br />pe malul carcerilor<br />urca trenul CFR griu si ghemuit<br />prin WC-ul public<br />se scurge un micut peste shine<br />intr-o viata de platit<br /><br />pe malul carcerilor<br />se scutura tabara blocului condamnat<br />caramizi furate din combinat<br />dau frigul iernii<br />in vara somerilor<br /><br />pe malul carcerilor<br />unde batranii isi prind zambetu-n bodega<br />in harababura zdreantelor<br />picura lacrimi<br />printre sobolani si flegma<br /><br />pe malul carcerilor<br />construim viitorul tehnic<br />de sterilizare a gradinilor<br />unui imperiu de decor<br /><br /><br />© j.w.waldeck 2009<br /><br />Please do not USE<br />anything of my work!<br /><br />:icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz:Waldeckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00902191808035051893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549016447311427225.post-38694087063644906822010-07-23T21:18:00.007+02:002010-10-06T17:38:33.317+02:00Viitorul Mortii.<br /><br />esti vie in suflul tau desclatit<br />dar respirarea grea <br />apasa nucleul<br />de stea intr-un univers (d)racit...<br /><br />tot ce exista se destrama<br />sortit a se reintoarce<br />in marea neagra <br />cu un singur glas<br />lipsit de (re)nume<br /><br />un val napustit pe celalalt<br />intr-o violenta declansare<br /><br />ce ingrijesti - <br />creste-n continoare<br />iar placeboul fals<br />nu prinde-n vid respirare<br /><br />creindu-si prin nefiinta <br />propriul iad<br />cu sine insusi inchis<br />in ura vesnicului abis<br /><br />adunarea furata<br />se destrama<br />o viata dizolvata<br />intru-n gol cu rama<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">© j.w.waldeck 2010</span><br /><br />Please do not USE<br />anything of my work!Waldeckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00902191808035051893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8549016447311427225.post-26073520658227352502010-07-23T20:57:00.007+02:002010-07-23T21:16:17.625+02:00Vocea Tainica.<br />cand trec spitalul judetean<br />moartea ma mananca<br />susotea bunica-n van<br /><br />dupa bataia de la gasca-n panda<br />pentru actele funciare<br />in smoala doctorilor talhari<br />era stearsa <br />din aste plaiuri amare...<br /><br />de simte sufletul <br />o viata-ntreaga<br />nevoia sa baricadeze usa<br />- o frica anume de pata neagra<br />zavoreste-n nestiinta gura...<br /><br />o presimtire vaga<br />obsedata fara scop anume<br />o rastignire interioara<br />rascolind o taina-ti spune<br /><br />falsificatori ai tarii<br />suflatorii cu verii<br />javrele organizate de CADavRU tacut<br />sefii de pachete<br />si chiulangii de baut<br /><br />de ma-ntorc langa amarul tarii<br />printre sfecle-n credinte inerte<br />vad batausii <br />la ferestrele serii<br />in birturi pline <br />de momeala de peste<br /><br />buni de compostat <br />si dati peste ogoare<br />striga sufletul in disperare<br />sa dispari <br />ca rasistii te omoara<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">© j.w.waldeck 2009</span><br /><br />Please do not USE<br />anything of my work!<br /><br />:icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz:Waldeckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00902191808035051893noreply@blogger.com0