Unforgiven 2

Nightingales and childish tales
Endless poems and summer gales
Vanity enraged in though
Even time can't kill what yearned
Relentlessly for all it sought

Gordian knots and minstrel dreams
Insight lost in gold-blue beams
Vaned complexion in bluish eyes
Eternal struggle condemns all lies

Under clouds that sail the blue
Pleading cries come streaming through

Lethe, not caring where it flows
Arrests the passion that fully knows
Sweetling's rapture and idle days
Succumbed by pain and mourning ways
In dreams the dumb sing gentle rhymes
Even speak of better times…

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Vruuće...

Trebao bi spavati, al ne mogu.

[shrugs]

Oh, well.

Aphrodite – in a mourning veil
Cast of thy sorrow and emblems of shame
Thou canst but once in essence fail
If thy words should deny thy fabled name

Deny it not – for this I plead;
I see the heavens in all that thou art.
All my words you need not heed
Just bear in mind they comes from my heart

And I mean it all – every word and line
For no verse can express my feelings for thee;
And although thou canst never solely be mine
I can still love for thou art a friend to me.

I know it seems hard and walls tend to press
And breathing seems hard with every caress
That life tends to give with a wayward touch
And nothing *is* although it seems as such.
I know you can't breath when feelings arise
And thou canst not turn and look at the skies
In fear that they'll fall and crush all below
Killing all hope that dares just to glow…

All stars can fall from the heavens above
But *nothing* can kill an honest love…

Not a big comfort, but, lass, what the hell
Maybe we'll die but we'll go with a yell…


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Nisam htio staviti, ali jesam. Ne znam zašto. Zbog ove duge strofe, najvjerojatnije (a nema smisla bilo što izbacivati sad jer mi najbolje funkcionira u komadu).



Ne znam. Nit me nije briga više.


Glupost, ali život u denialu je ponekad zgodan. Licemjeran sam. So sue me.

A fabled stream, a land that's dead
And dead do rule all eyes can see
Here shines a light through verses said;
The river sings and calls to me

Who am I to hold my peace?
I sing right back to this warning stream
I speak of snakes and a daydreamed kiss
She jokes but still she sings my dream

A reflection in the stillness stirred
I smiled at what appeared to me –
Flaming hair that 'round her whirled;

My sweet angel in the light of dawn,
Enwrapped in sorrow and in beauty –
But still just a frightened fawn…


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And now for something completely different…


Well, not really. I just thought I'd try a sonnet. The ending is a bit rough rhythm-wise, but other than that I think I said what I wanted to say…


Actually, when I think about it, I'm not sure I could ever do that… But I can sure as hell try.

An infant, a child, that sleeps by day
A woman grown that dreams away
All her dreams within a thought
Losing all she ever sought
Not her fault, not her choice
Not her words, not her voice
Not her image carved so deep
Into a youth deprived of sleep
Awoken years before her birth
Gained much wisdom but lost her mirth
Lost all that she could never find
Within the confines of her mind
A mind that does not yearn for life
But cries at night harassed by strife

I lend a hand and always fail
To shake her out of a dreamless sleep
I cry when she ignores her veil
When tears run down through craters deep

Perchance one day she'll see the light
Of sunshine gleaming through her smile
I just hope that 'fore her night
She'll realize her life's denial…


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Uspio sam se barem malo smiriti... Još uvijek sam bijesan, na sebe, na sve...


Toliko da niti ne pišem na engleskome.

Ova se tiče sweet child o' minea, koja još uvijek spava, progonjena noćnim morima kroz hodnike vlastite mašte...

Nisam bijesan na nju. Ili jesam? Ne bi se čudi, na sve sam ljut... na cijeli prokleti ljudski rod... Ali nisam. Ne, ne mogu biti ljut na nju.

Najradije bi nekoga zadavio.

Jesam li ljut zbog nje?

Although I feel the warmth inside,
Creation of a love untol'd;
Heaven now discreetly hides
Terrors of what 'round me roll'd.
Utter joy or loaded gun
Never will the truth unfoll'd;
Gloomily I ask for none
But I do wish to love and hold
All that I cannot embrace...
Before I deemed all wants too cold
Yet now I want to see her face...


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Inspiration out of the blue... I think it turned out pretty well.

[shrugs]

Then again, what do I know?