Livia’s Poetry


*The moment you’ll realize he is not The ONE draws you into the moment he’ll try to prove that you’re wrong…
*Truth is clear from the moment you’re wrong believing you’re right…

*Time is passing by… close related to the truth… without time there is no truth… time flies… truth is changing into lies… Each lie becomes the truth beyond its time…

*You don’t know where it comes from, it just hits you! This is real marketing… realizing the impact without its long road…

*What if light is not flowing from A to Z what if A activates the lightning points all over till Z at the same time… what if light exists everywhere… what if relatively is not so relative… whai if it’s only our eyes perception being relative?

*I create time by myself…as i create the moment you are now reading…

*You don’t exist as long as you cannot be called by something invented by you… leaving words and thinking it in your own way…

*Can i stop the time by reinventing a clock? time starts the moment we act… does time end? as long as this is here written… i guess not…


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Orizon (Hardcover)

porumbel.schatzThe ONE…Echoe…

There’s always hope, even when things seem wrong, to this message hear my words…
Look at all the things we’ve learnt, beside the fires that we’ve burnt…
It’s never to late, so why do we play along, if you listen to the echoes, they’re playing the same old song…
Tempered heat of my hearts desire, wait for me upon this hour… Beside the seed of loves sacred flame, for you are The ONE my soul desires…
…troubled within the confusion of life’s illusion, waiting for… by the seed of the naked flame, beneath the lights of the heavens, in the stillness of the night… for in the stillness of the night you will burn in the light of passion’s fire and as for the light you will long for the night of burning passion that lights the fires of your hearts desire…
Are we like strangers free from sight, basking in the still of night…
As friends on the path of life our lives will twist and turn, although we may separate, it’s only time until we turn and meet again…


I could pretend that there is no end to life’s little games, people deceive, play make believe and is it going ur way? I could pretend that u’re just a friend and we both feel the same way emotional lies, hidden disguise and i’m just lonely today mind on the run heartless and done these games people play-leave me wondering who won?

I never see Myself…

The way u view me, something i can never see terrible truths are too great and the acceptance always comes too late, i pull away from what feels too good, too afraid to lose what i could keep, it all goes back to my beginning along the way stumble and trip full of shining and sinning but it all becomes a blur to me asking me who i am the idea of who i used to be this is where the answer lies but how hard i try this is someone i can never see…

Give up and quit

Pieces that somehow connect seem all the same in some sort of way it just feels right the way it just comes together but if u look closely you can see how it doesn’t line up correctly edges jagged…ends rounded off so frustrating days spent searching for that perfect fit makes me wanna give up and quit these pieces and there’s so many more but it just doesn’t match up everything looks all the same on the surface but with a little patience and time it will all come together somehow all these pieces given to me and it just has to connect someday…

On the edge

I’m right here…look out for me if u do-i will give u everything u need just be quiet and listen to everything i say look into my eyes, u cant disguise and contain this for any longer this is what’s really stronger let go of what u think is real and so true do as u want act as i allow u deep inside and rising while your smile hides me all the while i’m on the edge waiting for the rapture getting what i want while losing what you’re after and i’m right here… and i’m not going anywhere…

Play the part…

Shut out the senses twisted metal defenses “shh…he might hear us” don’t wanna think of what others feel it hurts to be real it costs to be honest and i’m so broken when i apply myself how can i be sure of my ability when i’m too afraid to try to see what i really believe-the true image of me I analyze and crush ones who serve no purpose to my ego intimidate my defenses so quick to kill get too close for comfort and how i enjoy the destruction pick apart till i’m satisfied play the part till i’m dead inside and then the guilt of my actions set in, realize just what i did so small inside hiding and afraid to admit it…

Poetry and the Human Mind

I’ll try to explain a complex and mysterious universe, that of poetry, as well as its very source… the human mind. In most cases, poetry is imposible to be dealt with apart from human psychology, as it is closely releated to it. Poetry is a very subtle means of communication among people. It is often enough a good example of self psychoanalysis. It often may be an approach to the movements of the mind, both to the conscious and subconscious aspect of it. Therefore, what I intend to do is to put together, in a concise manner, a little from my knowledge and experience regarding psychology and poetry. I believe that Romanticism offers a very good example of a high and interesting degree of poetic thought as far as equilibrum reason – feeling is concerned, although it is the latter which was particularly stressed during that time. The universe described in poems ist often an alegorical one. It is the ocean of the poet’s spiritual life, including all the possible characteristics a human being may possess. From this viewpoint, each human being is but a wave rising to a climax and comming back again into the water of the ocean called life. Images are described in words. But words are not signs, they have a life of their own. They are alive.
Poetry is alive. It is the objective correlative of a particular poet’s thoughts and feelings. From this very viewpoint, poetry is subject and object of psychology, at the same time.

Nowadays, many people believe in the possibility of controlling our minds. They say that feelings cannot be controlled, but thoughts can. What we are supposed to do is to go deep into our inner selves and thinkhow we re-act when emotionally involved. We should never re-act at once. Consciousness is also achieved by means of words. That is to say, by uttering some phrases…psycho techniques we may induce a particular state of mind. But the word is both the effect of thinking and the cause acting upon our subconscious. It is a force, an energy, at work.
It is true that very few people know about this force, although they experience it daily. Theu know even less about the strong impact the energy of words has upon us.
A single, simple word may entirely change the state of things. Anything we say has repercussions on others: positive or negative ones.

Still, the evil is not in the word itself, but in its significance, the sound of the very letters it is made out of. These are the sources of energy. hence, the importance of choosing the right word whenever we talk.

Emotions always follow thoughts. They are neither good, nor bad. They are positive or negative, similar to the effect of our words. They are affections. They are always answers. Affections “think” that all what couses them is real, even if it is not. It might be only imaginary, but they do not know it.

This is how we are!
It seems to be a matter of no importance what people think, but thoughts will eventually settle upon another person’s feelings. Unfortunately, we cannot control our emotions. but we are able to control our thoughts. there is a word, known in computer-programs as MIMA (Misery Inside, Misery Outsie, and vice-versa). What it means is that real thoughts will produce realistic emotions, false thoughts will produce false emotions, but, in both cases, we feel them to be real.

Why Poetry?

Poetry is a very old human concern. It appeared before prose, as music appeared before poetry. The sound of drums was used to accompany man’s movements while at work. It made work somehow easier. In time, people found out that words suited music. They usually were rhymed words, and work itself became more pleasant.

Later on words separated from music, and they became poems. From the very beginning, the poetic text has been rather intricate. The Psalms, for instance, are known as one of the oldest verse-forms. They might seem simple ‘songs’ meant to praise God. But what they actually do is to communicate thoughts and feelings by means of images, in an allegorical way. Why was that necessary?
In those early times, when something important was to be communicated to mankind from above, often something rather abstract, something that people could hardly understand, it had to be done in such a wayas to help them understand it. Thus, the message was built up so as to draw their attention at once: by means of images, usually accompanied by harp music.

Behind that simple image was an idea, a feeling.
Such a text requires decoding. The result has always been the personal perception of that particular image ‘dressed’ in a song.

Our vocabulary is our extraordinary wealth, as the energy created by thinking is also to be found in the words we use.

By talking to somebody we can do a world of good, but if wr are ill-disposed or careless, we can also do a lot of harm. We should never weaken the attention we attach to our words. We should ever know what and how we say it!

It is especially poetry, because of its concise way of saying things, that helps us understand how words may be carefully chosen and used.

Our language is created by thinking.
Each word possesses an energy that sends out vibrating waves. We seldom, if ever, think of the impact this might have upon somebody else. On the other hand, we never have the proper time to think of the magic of words, of the beautiful universe they may create for us. Now, time has come that we should become aware that we may change our lives by knowing how to think.
Poetry is the pattern of how a poet thinks, what he believes in, what kind of words he chooses in order to communicate his thoughts, and, last but not least, to what an extent do the poet’s vibrating waves interfere harmoniously with ours.

We are unique and, therefore, understanding poetry is a process of individual thinking. A reader can never be compelled what to like or dislike. He either likes a poem or not. But he should always motivate his attitude by giving sound arguments.

Understanding feelings or some other abstract notions knows of no time. Past, present and future melt together into an eternal present, makes possible a panoramic view upon life itself, a continuum… the moment is caught in images whose description makes it stand still for a moment. We also dream in images. Our subconscious ‘talks’ to us in images. Poetry as well as dreams often tell us truths in images.

When referring to feelings or thoughts, the very process of communication is a complicated one. It implies human psychology and requires deeper knowledge of its inner mechanisms. In this respect, poetry may communicate both concrete and abstract aspects of life.
The poetic text becomes a sort of web, as complex and dificult to be understood as the human mind usually is.

Livia Axente


Livia Drusilla, a Name that cannot be forgotten

Livia, Roman empress

In ancient Rome, in an age when women were valued for little more than their family connections, property, or the proper public image they were able to display, Livia Drusilla emerged as one of the most significant women in Roman history. Livia’s stature in the Roman world was unsurpassed. Most scholars believed that Livia conformed to the accepted, traditional role of women and gained influence in an acceptable way; her reputation as one of the world’s most powerful and influential women has remained unparalleled.

Livia’s Life

Livia was the daughter of a Roman noble named Marcus Livius Drusus Claudius depicted in statues as having “a commanding presence, features of perfect regularity, enormous eyes and thick, wavy hair”.
At the age of 15 or 16, Livia was married to Tiberius Claudius Nero, her cousin and rival to Octavian. Livia had her first child, Tiberius, in 42 BCE. While Livia was pregnant with the couple’s second child, Octavian became attracted to the beautiful Livia. Octavian forced Tiberius Claudius Nero to divorce Livia.

Life of Livia and Octavian

Octavian married Livia Drusilla with “indecent haste” (Earl 39) on January 17, 38 BCE. This marriage was important for the following reasons…
One important reason is the fact that…it was politically astute. By marrying a woman whose lineage (Claudian family) was so important, Octavian would attract the support of ambitious aristocrats who judged that he might be able to carry them to power (Earl 39). We can also say that it was “perhaps the most important single event in all the long rise of Octavian to supreme power” (Earl 39) but it was also “for love and for life”.
A scandal arose over the union of Octavian and the pregnant, divorced Livia. In order to lessen the effects of the scandal, Octavian manufactured an omen designed to gain support for his marriage to Livia.
It was said that as Livia rode to her country estate, she recieved a divine gift. An eagle, messenger of Jupiter, dropped a pregnant hen with a laurel sprig in her mouth into Livia’s Lap.

Livia’s Death … The End of Livia

Livia died in AD 29 at the advanced age of 86. She received a public funeral, although a relatively modest one, and was buried in the Mausoleum of Augustus. Gaius delivered the eulogy. It would be he, her great-grandson, who, when he became emperor, finally paid the bequests that she had provided for in her will and that Tiberius had ignored. When the senate proposed divine honors, Tiberius, consistent with his past practice, forbade them. Her grandson Claudius would oversee her long-deferred deification in 42. Women were to name diua Augusta in their oaths; she received an elephant-drawn chariot to convey her image to the games; a statue of her was set up in the temple of Augustus; races were held in her honor. The woman who played an important role in two principates joined the imperial pantheon at last. Tacitus’ obituary calls her “An imperious mother and an amiable wife, she was a match for the diplomacy of her husband and the dissimulation of her son”, a concise statement of the reputation that she left behind.

The Story about Livia Drusilla

Short Summary

Livia was born Livia Drusilla on 30 January 58 BC as the daughter of Marcus Livius Drusus Claudianus by his wife Aufidia, who was a daughter of Marcus Aufidius Lurco, a Roman magistrate from an Italic town. The diminutive Drusilla often found in her name suggests that she was a second daughter. Livia Drusilla had a least one sibling Marcus Livius Drusus, who served as a consul during the reign of Augustus.
Augustus died in 14, being deified by the senate shortly afterwards. In his will, he left one third of his property to Livia, and the other two thirds to the successor Tiberius. In the will, he also adopted her into the Julian family, thus turning her into a patrician, and granted her the honorific title of Augusta. These dispositions permitted her to maintain her status and power after his death, under the name of Julia Augusta.
Livia Drusilla attracted the attention of the future emperor Augustus, who in 38 compelled her husband to divorce her and married her himself, having first got rid of his own wife Scribonia. Her two sons, at their dying father’s request, were entrusted to the guardianship of Augustus, to whom she bore no children. Livia was suspected of committing various crimes to secure the throne for Tiberius, whereas Augustus naturally favored the claims of his blood-relatives. The premature deaths of his nephew Marcellus (whom he had at first fixed upon as his successor) and of his grandsons Gaius and Lucius Caesar, the banishment of his grandson Agrippa Postumus, and even his own death, were attributed to her. But in any case Augustus’s affection for his wife appears to have suffered no diminution up to the last; by his will he declared her and Tiberius (whom he had adopted in 4 AD) his heirs; Livia inherited a third of his property; she was adopted into the Julian gens, and henceforth assumed the name of Julia Augusta. The senate also elected her chief priestess of the college founded in honor of the deified Augustus. She had now reached the summit of her ambition, and at first acted as joint-ruler with Tiberius. Tiberius, however, soon became tired of the maternal yoke; his retirement to Capreae is said to have been caused by his desire to escape from her. Livia continued to live quietly at Rome, in the full enjoyment of authority, until her death at an advanced age. Tiberius appears to have received the news with indifference, if not with satisfaction; he absented himself from the funeral, and refused to allow her apotheosis; her will was suppressed for a long time and only carried out, and the legacies paid, by Caligula. Livia
played the role of a loving, dutiful and even old-fashioned wife. She cooperated with Augustus’ encouragement of upper-class women to behave in the austere fashion of an earlier age when she and other female members of his household spun and wove and provided him with clothing. She sometimes accompanied him when he traveled from Rome and always served as a trusted confidante and advisor. Livia died in AD 29 at the advanced age of 86. She received a public funeral, although a relatively modest one, and was buried in the Mausoleum of Augustus. Gaius delivered the eulogy. It would be he, her great-grandson, who, when he became emperor, finally paid the bequests that she had provided for in her will and that Tiberius had ignored.

Characteristics of Livia’s personality

Livia (Julia Augusta) is presented as a woman of proud and queenly attributes, faithful to her imperial husband, for whom she was a worthy consort, forever poised and dignified. With consummate skill she acted out the roles of consort, mother, widow and dowager. For example when some naked men met her and were to be put to death in consequence, she saved their lives by saying that to a chaste woman such men are in no way different from statues. When someone asked her how she had obtained such a commanding influence over Augustus, she answered that it was by being scrupulously chaste herself, doing gladly whatever pleased him, not meddling with any of his affairs, and, in particular, by pretending neither to hear or nor to notice the favourites of his passion. With time, however, and widowhood, a haughtiness and an overt craving for power and the outward trappings of status came increasingly to the fore, Livia; had always been a principal beneficiary of the climate of adulation that Augustus had done so much to create, and which Tiberius despised. It is also very important to remember the fact that Livia; played a vital role in the formation of her children Tiberius and Drusus. Attention focuses on her part in the divorce of her first husband, father of Tiberius, in 39/38 BC. It would be interesting to know her role in this, as well as in Tiberius’ divorce of Vipsania in 12 BC at Augustus’ insistence: whether it was merely neutral or passive, or whether she actively colluded in Caesar’s wishes. The first divorce left Tiberius a fosterchild at the house of Octavian; the second left Tiberius with a lasting emotional scar, since he had been forced to abandon the woman he loved for dynastic considerations.

How do we describe Livia in ancient literature

Livia is depicted as having great influence, to the extent where she “had the aged Augustus firmly under control — so much so that he exiled his only surviving grandson to the island of Planasia”. Livia’s image appears in ancient visual media such as coins and portraits. She was the first woman to appear on provincial coins in 16 BC and her portrait images can be chronologically identified partially from the progression of her hair designs, which represented more than keeping up with the fashions of the time as her depiction with such contemporary details translated into a political statement of representing the ideal Roman woman. Livia’s image evolves with different styles of portraiture that trace her effect on imperial propaganda that helped bridge the gap between her role as wife to the emperor Augustus, to mother of the emperor Tiberius. Becoming more than the “beautiful woman” she is described as in ancient texts, Livia serves as a public image for the idealization of Roman feminine qualities, a motherly figure, and eventually a goddess like representation that alludes to her virtue. Livia’s power in symbolizing the renewal of the Republic with the female virtues Pietas and Concordia in public displays had a dramatic effect on the visual representation of future imperial women as ideal, honorable mothers and wives of Rome.

Livia Nowadays

Livia is portrayed as a thoroughly wicked, scheming political mastermind. Devoted to bringing Tiberius to power and then maintaining him there, she is involved in nearly every death or disgrace in the Julio-Claudian family up to the time of her death. In the 1976 BBC television series based on the book, Livia; was played by S. Phillips. Livia is also dramatized in the HBO/BBC series Rome. Introduced in the 2007 episode A Necessary Fiction, Livia (Alice Henley) soon catches the eye of young Octavian, who has never been married or fathered any children. Historically, of course, Octavian had already been married to and divorced Clodia Pulchra by this time, and was married to a pregnant Scribonia. Rome does acknowledge the existence of Livia’s child, Tiberius Nero, by her first husband, but not that she was pregnant with Nero Claudius Drusus when she met Octavian. Livia is portrayed as deceptively submissive in public, while in private she possesses an iron will, and a gift for political scheming that matches Atia’s. Livia appears in Neil Gaiman’s comic “Distant Mirrors – August” collected in The Sandman: Fables and Reflections. In John Maddox Roberts’s short story “The King of Sacrifices,” set in his SPQR series, Livia hires Decius Metellus to investigate the murder of one of Julia’s lovers.

Livia’ s Thoughts… Livia who? I guess now It’s about me, Livia

Are all appearances deceitful? Have our senses been given us only to keep us in continual delusion? Is everything error? Do we live in a dream, surrounded by shadowy chimeras? We see the sun setting when he is already below the horizon; before he has yet risen we see him appear. A square tower seems to be round. A straight stick, thrust into the water, seems to be bent.
You see your face in a mirror and the image appears to be behind the glass: it is, however, neither behind nor before it. This glass, which to the sight and the touch is so smooth and even, is no other than an unequal congregation of projections and cavities. The finest and fairest skin is a kind of bristled network, the openings of which are incomparably larger than the threads, and enclose an infinite number of minute hairs. Under this network there are liquors incessantly passing, and from it there issue continual exhalations which cover the whole surface. What we call large is to an elephant very small, and what we call small is to insects a world… Livia

  1. Livia says:

    It’s not all about poetry… History is also very important… in order to understand where poetry… and where human way of thinking comes from… Livia

    • Alin Bogdan says:

      M-ai spart! Unde erai? Esti mai mult decat m-am gandit ca vreau sa fiu provocat. Ma plictiseam de moarte pina sa apari tu si acum n-am aer. Chiar n-am aer. Chestia cu flashMob este Super. Hai s-o facem la Brasov. Roxana, sora mea este conferentiar la Fac. Ed Fizica si Sport a Univ. Transilvania. Razvan, sotul ei, este decanul. Avem sali de sport si acces la studenti. Experienta cu evenimente avem. Dar experienta voastra este Principala! HAI S-O FACEM! 🙂
      Mai! Se duce singuratatea. Incepe sa se manifeste. Incet incet. Sau repede, repede! Vremea lupului singuratic s-a dus. Leul nu mai doarme. Ah ce bucurie.
      Am facut anul trecut, in aceeashi perioada cind ati facut voi FlashMob, o prezentare studentilor, intr-una din amfiteatrele de pe colina. Trei ore de discutii. Studentii radiau. S-au lasat mai greu la inceput, iar apoi nu mai terminam. Se pare ca urmeaza si altele. Ti-o trimit acum pe e-mail. Ar trebui s-o fac film si s-o pun pe YouTube. Nu-shtiu cu drepturile de autor la unele fotografii…


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  3. Livia says:

    Poetry… just need to use it…” “

  4. Admin says:

    it’s always about time… it’s only time… until we turn and meet again…

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