Simply nothing more to give there is nothing more for me.. Need the end to set me free

07.05.2006., nedjelja

ne tražite u men ono što ne možete naći..ne tražite od mene ono što ne mogu napraviti

ZAR SI OD MENE TRAŽILA SLATKE STIHOVE

Zar si od mene tražila slatke stihove?
Zar ti se čini da je ovo, što do sada pjevah,
Toliko teško slijediti i teško razumjeti?
Zato što ni dosad nisam pjevao
da me ti slijediš i razumiješ-neću ni sada;
što su, uostalom, takvima kao ti, pjesnici ko ja?
-ostavi zato moja djela
i uljuljkuj se onime što možeš razumjeti;
Jer ja nikoga ne uljuljkujem
I ti me nikada nećeš razumjeti….

(walt withman)


… ne tražite od mene da budem ono što nisam…
ne krivim vas- ni sama sebe ne razumijem- ali, svejedno vas to ne bi trebalo nagnati da tražite u meni nešto što nikada nećete naći-SVOJE OGLEDALO.

Nisam vi –i za mene i za vas to bi trebalo biti dobro.. stoga.. razmislite prije nego što me budete tražili nešto..

..ne tražite od mene da se mijenjam i prihvaćam vaša pravila..
NE VJERUJEM DA ĆU TO IKADA MOĆI. ALI AKO BUDEM- TO VIŠE NEĆU BITI JA.

skraćeno...:NE UBIJAJTE ME GLUPIM ZAHTJEVIMA...

..evo još jednog pjesnika kojeg rado čitam..:

-zove se Jose Regio i u portugalu je pokrenuo ono što je Withman u americi..




CRNA PJESMA

"idi ovuda"- govore mi neki umilnih očiju
i pružaju mi ruke, uvjereni
da bi bilo dobro da ih poslušam
kad mi kažu "idi ovuda!"
a ja ih gledam tromih očiju
( ima u mojim očima ironije i umora)
i skrštam ruke,
i nikad ne idem onuda...

A moja je slava u ovome:
stvarati nedruževnost!
ne pratiti nikoga.
-da živim sam sa sobom bez htijenja,
kao što sam otvorio utrobu svoje majke.
NE , NE IDEM TAMO! IDEM JEDINO
KUDA ME VODE VLASTITI KORACI.

Ako na ono što pitam od vas nitko ne odgovara,
zašto mi ponavljate "idi ovuda"?
radije se skližem po blatnim sokacima,
radije se kovitlam na vjetru, kao krpa,
RADIJE DEREM KRVAVE NOGE
NEGO DA IDEM ONUDA...

AKO DOĐOH NA SVIJET, TO JE BILO
SAMO ZATO DA OSKVRNEM DJEVIČANSKE ŠUME
I DA UTISNEM VLASTITE STOPE U NETAKNUTI PIJESAK.
SVE OSTALO ŠTO RADIM NE VRIJEDI NIŠTA.

Konačno, tko ste vi
koji mi dajete lopate, alate, hrabrost
da porušim svoje prepreke?...
U vašim žilama teče drevna djedovska krv
i vi volite ono što je lako!
Ja volim daljinu i čudo
volim ponore, bujice i pustinje.

Idite, imate putove,
imate vrtove, imate lijehe,
imate domove, imate krovove,
imate pravila, i traktate, i filozofe, i učenjake.
JA IMAM SVOJU LUDOST!
DIŽEM JE KAO BAKLJU DA ZAPALIM TAMNU NOĆ,
I OSJEĆAM PJENU, I KRV, I PJESMU NA USNAMA.

Vode me bog i đavao, i nitko više.
svi imaju oca, svi imaju majku.
a ja, koji nikada ne počinjem niti završavam,
rodih se iz ljubavi koja je između boga i đavla.

AH, NEKA MI NITKO NE UKAZUJE SAMILOSNE NAMJERE!
NEKA MI NITKO NE POSUĐUJE DEFINICIJE!
NEKA MI NITKO NE KAŽE: "IDI OVUDA!"
MOJ ŽIVOT JE JUŽNI VJETAR KOJI SE OSLOBODIO.

moj život je ustremljeni talas,
atom koji se snažno zaletio...
ne znam kuda idem,
ne znam kamo idem,
znam samo da NE IDEM ONUDA.



ovim dvjema pjesmama izrečen je cijeli moj život-još samo nedostaje UNIŠTENJE od baudelairea...
no to me neće spriječiti da i dalje pišem...citiram: ..još uvijek ima neizrečenih misli...:)

p.s. ...ne obazirite se na nestala slova i ostale gramatičke greške...

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MRZIM:

-normalne osobe
-licemjere
-lažljivce
-i ponos i predrasude
-demokraciju
-sandrin stil oblačenja
-svoje kritiziranje

VOLIM:

-sebe...(nekada)
-jesen
-kišu
-svoje starke
-svoju kosu
-glazbu
-socijalizam
-poeziju(dobru)
-Johnny-a Rottena(lydona)

SLUŠAM:

metallicu,
gunse,doorse,
coldplay,
sex pistols,
killers,
libertines,
mcr,pink floyd,
deep purple,death,
steel dragon,savatage
i alice cooper

NAJDRAŽE PJESME(zasada):
child in time
sweet child o`mine
the end
chasing shadows







HEAVEN BESIDE YOU
Be what you wanna be
See what you came to see
Been what you wanna be
I don't like what I see

Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven Beside you...Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven beside you...Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Put Heaven beside you
Hell within
And you think you have it still, Heaven inside you

So there's problems in your life
That's fucked up
And I'm not blind
I'm just see-through
Faded
Super jaded
And out of my mind

Do what you wanna do
Go out and seek your truth
When I'm down and blue
Rather be me than you

Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven Beside you...Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven Beside you...Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven Beside you...Hell within
And you wish you had it still, Heaven inside you

So there's problems in your life
That's fucked up
But you're not blind
You're just see-through
Faded
Overrated
And out of your mind

Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven Beside you...Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven Beside you...Hell within
Like the coldest winter chill
Heaven Beside you...Hell within
And you know you have it still, Heaven inside you



SEA OF SORROW
Mind, of destructive taste
I choose...to stroll amongst the waste
That was your heart
Lost in the dark
Call off the chase

Walls of thought, strong and high
As my castle crumbles with time...
I think of you
Oh, yes I do
Such a crime

[CHORUS]
You opened fire...and your mark was true
You opened fire...aim my smilin' skull at you
You opened fire...
I live tomorrow, you I'll not follow
As you wallow in a sea of sorrow

Lines cut across my face
Why you laugh at my disgrace
I'll never know
How far to go
To reach that place

DEF LEPPARD

CRY

Here comes the flood
Can you feel the love
Washing over you
Like a tidal wave inside of you

Here comes the night
Can you see the light
Shining like the sun
You wanna hide but it's got you on the run

Every word you say
Is taking your breath away

Cry, the demons that you hide
Screaming through the night
They won't forget you
Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down
Need, the circus you gotta feed
The wound that never heals
It don't let go
Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down

She's here again
Your only friend
Watching over you
She never takes her eyes away from you

She's wide awake
As she lies in wait
Your chosen bride
A mother, a lover, a kick inside

Every single day
Is taken your breath away

Cry, the demons that you hide
Screaming through the night
They won't forget you
Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down
Need, the circus you gotta feed
The wound that never heals
It don't let go
Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down

It's been so long, since I've come undone
Slippin' in to my second skin, to my second skin

Cry, the demons the hide
Screaming through the night
No, they won't forget you
Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down
Need, the circus you gotta feed
The wound that never heals
It don't let go
Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down




STEEL DRAGON

WE ALL DIE YOUNG

Listen my soul
Taste my life
From my breath
Spend my time
Lost in space
Am I dead?

I'll let the river flow
Through my calloused hands
And take me from my own
The eyes of the damned

It makes my stomach turn
And it tears my flesh from bone
How it turns our dream to stone
And we all die young

Oh tell me I know
I live so afraid
And still we cry alone
With words left unsaid

It makes my stomach turn
And it tears my flesh from bone
How it turns this dream to stone
And we all die young
Yeah we all die young

Yeah we all die young
Yeah we all die young
Yeah we all die young
Yeah we all die....Young




DEEP PURPLE

APRIL
April is a cruel time
Even though the sun may shine
And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away
Still falls the April rain
And the valley's filled with pain
And you can't tell me quite why
As i look up to the grey sky
Where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know

Maybe once in a while I'll forget and I'll smile
But then the feeling comes again of an April without end
Of an April lonely as they come
In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine
But there is nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun
And the springtime's the season of the night

Grey sky where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know
I don't know

CHASING SHADDOWS

Chasing shadows, over my walls
with myself hardly sleeping
Dwarfs and giants, twenty feet tall
fill the room with their creeping

Sounds of breathing sharpen my ears
then they fade into nothing
Someone's laughter out in the street
fills the night with their loving

I feel the ice in my head
Running its hands through my bed
Not even dreaming I seem to be dead
Colours of yellow and colours of red

All I'm asking some secret voice
is to lead me to darkness

Jon forgot the two last lines:

I'm so tired, dawn never comes
I just hide in the shadows