Garden of Arcane Delights

subota, 12.09.2009.

Dar



Artistic Dividers


Izlazak dima kroz naša pluća,
kako je veselo i ugodno
ovo novo buđenje, pozdravljanje.

Hrabar udarac
sudbini u lice.
Ne postoji strah
koji me može vratiti
tamo gdje sam stanovala.

Poklon, šok u celofanu.

Prijatelj je prišao
i stegao mi mekani zavoj
oko prsiju, da ne iskoči srce.

Uspravne glave,
uspravnog pogleda
ja uvijek imam čežnju za smijehom,
sa poštovanjem
da pognem glavu i poljubim stopala
oklopljena ratnika.



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subota, 05.09.2009.

Vodena vrba



Odumirem,
polagano nestajem dok se cijedi sok ljubavi.

Previše sam natopila krevet,
kupam se nježno.
Kroz kapi djevičanske krv,
novo zgrušavanje prošlosti.

Tu mirujemo,
ljubav i ja, same.

Ovom skrivenom trenutku
ponudila sam izdaju osmijehom.
Zvonko klize bliske kapi i sjene,
topim se polako.

Sada je moj dan
crn, okrugao,
miran u kupaonici,
zadnji sati gdje nestajem svakodnevno.

Zaboravljam kroz zagrijan mlaz vode,
jake boli
dok ona klizi niz koljena.

Zatvorena prostorija.

Izlazi polako
ona koja me oblikovala,
polako, svjesno
pozdravljam u ovaj sat
ono što volim.

Nema mjesta za mene,
kupaonica postaje tijesna pobjeda.


Kapi nosim u dlanu
odmaram sada,
pokraj ekrana,
mislim da čujem
novi klavir koji svira.

Nova preporuka
da otopim dan.



05.09.2009. u 02:20 • 2 druga strana medaljePrint#

srijeda, 02.09.2009.

Walk through sand



I am born into what I am
freed from imaginary misery and pain,
The chain of desert was a mirror
of longing for the hidden crown
and now there's no "It was late".

I went far these last two years,
but non of mine I thought I lost
I just berried it in the sand.

After a walk through
I saw I was one with its name,
where I lay my hands in ground and
warm sand.

It was the same place but maybe
this time for sure I loved what I am.

It came in its splendor
the coronation way.

I came near after years
of soft, blind, and silent thirst
for the water in the sand.

When I approached near
the source of the silence what I am
and there inside was a crown
to be held.

I picked all I had have and it is waiting for me
and I saw the light near poking the back of my head,
it was always there.

So the sand just melted and the crown was as before
mine and filled with silver delight,
it was what I am, always here, always the same.







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“Your task is not to seek for love,
but merely to seek and find all the barriers
within yourself that you have built against it.”




" I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;
After that, soaring higher than angels -
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that."




"O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!
Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.
Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!
Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.
Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert
Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:
Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!"




"My heart is burning with love
All can see this flame
My heart is pulsing with passion
like waves on an ocean

my friends have become strangers
and I’m surrounded by enemies
But I’m free as the wind
no longer hurt by those who reproach me

I’m at home wherever I am
And in the room of lovers
I can see with closed eyes
the beauty that dances

Behind the veils
intoxicated with love
I too dance the rhythm
of this moving world"

I have lost my senses
in my world of lovers"






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