Markedness/Obiljezenost
who marked the beginning
in eyes marking the end
look at the face that changes
in uncertain stages of an eaten up Moon
each beam is a trace possible
marking its edges the flights and the falls
ko je obiljezio pocetak
u ocima sto biljeze kraj
pogledaj lice koje se mijenja
u nesigurnim fazama iyjedenog Mjeseca
svaka zraka je trag moguc
sto biljezi svoje ivice let i pad
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Who spilled the sky /Ko je prosuo nebo
There's a frightening symmetry
In the phases of the Moon stuck
In Luna's face-the remnants of a pale mask
Red and blue blood
Running down the neck
Who spilled the sky
Who spilled black and white cartridge
On the clouds that used to play with it
Ko je prosuo nebo
Postoji zastrašujuca simetrija
U fazama Mjeseca zaglavljenog
Na Luninom lice-ostacima blijede maske
Dok joj crvena i plava krv
Teku niz vrat
Ko je prosuo nebo
Ko je poprskao plavim i crvenim punjenjem
Oblake što su se nekad
Igrali sa njim
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Bed Of Lies
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am
Dont think that I can take another empty moment
Dont think that I can fake another hollow smile
Its not enough just to be sorry
Dont think that I could take another talk about it
Just like me you got needs
And theyre only a whisper away
And we softly surrender
To these lives that weve tendered away
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am
Dont wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
Dont wanna be somewhere where I just dont belong
Where its not enough just be sorry
Dont you know I feel the darkness closing in
Tried to be more than me
And I gave till it all went away
And weve only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters weve made
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am
I am all that Ill ever be
When you - lay your hands
Over me but dont go weak on me now
I know that its weak
But God help me I need this
I will not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
Im marking it down to learning
cause I am
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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Bed Of Lies
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am
Dont think that I can take another empty moment
Dont think that I can fake another hollow smile
Its not enough just to be sorry
Dont think that I could take another talk about it
Just like me you got needs
And theyre only a whisper away
And we softly surrender
To these lives that weve tendered away
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am
Dont wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
Dont wanna be somewhere where I just dont belong
Where its not enough just be sorry
Dont you know I feel the darkness closing in
Tried to be more than me
And I gave till it all went away
And weve only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters weve made
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
I am
I am all that Ill ever be
When you - lay your hands
Over me but dont go weak on me now
I know that its weak
But God help me I need this
I will not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And therell be no rest for these tired eyes
Im marking it down to learning
Im marking it down to learning
cause I am
song performed by by Matchbox 20
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Global Freedom Trending Point
make the comment
mark the thought
make it like you like it
marking thoughts
marking presence
marking opinion mind
to read or not to read
is not the point
point is to comment
point is opinion expressed
point is freedom of speech
point is feel free to express
importance is making the point
social spectrum compass point
global freedom trending point
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Gone/Nestao
gone for a single trace
a simple touch to reach an edge
gone for a single spell
a total truth sought within those eyes
the sages looked and could not bear
to take this weakness for the strong whole light
nestao za jedan trag
dodir prost da stigne do ruba
nestao za jedan izricaj
potpna istina trazena u onim ocima
mudraci su pogedali i nisu mogli podnijeti
da ovu slabost shvate kao snagu cjelovitog svjetla
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Quite Subsidiary / Sasvim Pritocno
diary pages i never wrote
due to some unknown individual intuition
a friend once explained to me
which i never really understood
they keep oozing in front of my eyes
a trailer from a movie long forgot
a midsummer's heat
pronounced at the tip of my tongue
that does not remember the language
but is ready to outriver the numbers
sliding down the covers
there's a painting perhaps
that i've never been up to
and i will never paint
a draft made of eyes and ears void
staring right at me from the broken sky
that knows each piece of its shatteredness
foretold by the mirror
i normally use to put lipstick only
or merely draft my eyes so as not to forget them
by the end of the day
and each time my fingers prolong into keyboards
there's a music played unheard humming oou of debris
the world would say it's time for itself to die
in the meaning of each word that's uttered about it
stubbornly defending its unutteredness
that always shakes me into an earthquake speech
and just like an earthquake i cannot stand still
there are too many cracks i made and need to fill
sascim pritocno
stranice dnevnika koje nikad nisam ispisala
zahvaljujuci jednoj individualnoj intuiciji
koju mi je prijatelj jednom objasnio
a nikad je nisam razumjela
cure mi pred ocima
trejler iz filma davno zaboravljenog
Jovanjdanja vrelina
izgovorena na vrhu jezika
koja je zaboravila jezik
ali je spremna da nadrijeci brojeve
što klize niz korice
postoji moždajedna slika
kojoj nikad nisam bila dorasla
koju nikad necu naslikati
slika napravljena od ociju i ušiju jaza
koja me posmatra pravo iz slomljenog neba
koje poznaje svaki komadic svoje polomljenosti
obrecene ogledalom
što ga obicno koristim samo da bih stavila ruž
ili skicirala svoje oci
da ih ne zaboravim do kraja dana
i svaki put kad mi se prsti izduže u klavijature
stvara se necujna muzika što pjevuši iz srce
svijet bi rekao da mu je vrijeme da umre
u znacenju svake rijeci koja je o njemu izrecena
uporno braneci svoju neizrecivost
koja me uvijek protrese u govor zemljotresa
i baš kao zemljotres ne mogu da stojim mirno
ima previše pukotina koje sam stvorila
a moram da ih popunim
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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And when the eyes there were no more/I kada ociju više nije bilo
I weaved
I weaved the sky I the washer by the spring
I washed the clouds I the knitter by the hearth
I knitted the fires I the builder by foundation
I built the words I the sewer by the thread
I sewed the colours I the painter by the canvas
I painted the eyes I the blind
To get to know me I waited
I kada očiju više nije bilo
Ja sam tkala
Tkala neba ja pralja kraj izvora
Prala oblake ja pletilja kraj ognjišta
Plela vatre ja zidarka kraj temelja
Zidala riječi ja vezilja kraj konca
Vezla boje ja slikarka kraj platna
Slikala oči ja obnevidjela
Da spoznaš me čekala
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sketching My Face From A Mirror
using a ballpoint pen i sketch my face
from the mirror
looking carefully on every line of my face
i let my pen run tracing
every year
of my past stopping
on some pores and hairs and moles
marking some
points of emptiness and hiding places
and foxholes
and burial grounds
and long boulevards
and tunnels
and plains and green fields and deserts
and mountains
they are all on my face
my eyes looking at my eyes
not completely
with disgust
the parameters and contours
of my past
on such a beautiful face as this
how can i ever fail
the next time
around
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Zdravo, Moje Ime Je Sara
Moje ime je Sara.
Ja sam ona koja nisam,
koja nikada nisam.
Ovo su ruke za moje zagrljaje.
Osakacene prazninom.
Okrunjene u prstenju koje sumrakom skidam
i u tmine bacam.
One pisu istoriju plasticne igracke
sahranjene u grobovima djetinjstva
koje nije doraslo do kolijevke.
Zovem se Sara.
Ja sam ona koja pokusava da bude.
Ovo su stopala za moje korake.
Ukocene putevima.
Vezana zveketavim nakitom
koji sumrakom skidam i u tmine bacam.
Ona hodaju nepostojecim ulicama
kojima gaze jos samo prividi staza.
Silaze u bunare
da u njima udave
proplivalu nadu za kraj.
Moje ime je Sara.
Ja sam ona koja bi htjela.
Ovo je vrat za vase ruke.
Dotaknite lagano.
Vezan je hiljadama lancica
koje sumrakom skidam
i u tmine bacam.
Ona jedu halapljivo,
krugove u koje sazimam snove
dozvoljavam da dira.
Neka je.
Zovem se Sara.
Ja sam ona koja ne pristaje.
Ovo je kosa za moje pletenice.
U njima trake od srebra
i bisere sjajne sumrakom skidam
i u tmine bacam. Neka ih.
Prekrsila sam sva pravila.
Razbila klise,
zacarane krugove,
pocijepala stranice
na kojima mi ispisuju sudbinu.
Ja sam Sara.
Ja sam ona koja nisam.
Ja sam ona koja uvijek
samo pokusavam da budem.
Ja sam ona koja hoce.
Ja sam ona koja ne pristaje.
Ja sam uvijek,
vjecnoscu stegnuta
u sipljive trenutke. Ja sam nada
umrla za kraj.
Ja sam ona koja hoce da razumije.
Ja sam ona koja ne razumije uvijek.
Ali JESAM.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The River 2/Rijeka 2
you sang alone
alone by an autumn made willow
with your face in a shadow of a water drop
and I was flowing
you sang alone
alone by the banks closing in the lap
with the sounds silent on your lips
and I was flowing
and I loved your song
and your face in a shadow of a water drop
and the sounds silent on your lips
that's why I was flowing
ti pjevao si sam
sam kraj jasike od jeseni
s licem u sjeni od vodene kapi
a ja sam tekla
ti pjevao si sam
sam kraj obala sastavljenih u krilu
sa zvucima tihim na usnama
a ja sam tekla
i voljela tvoju pjesmu
i tvoje lice u sjeni od vodene kapi
i zvuke tihe na usnama tvojim
zato sam tekla
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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My Name Is Moonlight
And these stars they are the children of my kiss
They burn the light of my hiding place
They twinkle the shine of my disappearance
My name is the path of Earth
Galaxy chosen spot of love
Fed by heaven’s milk my place of origin
Each dropp a trae of my disappearance
My name is the Sun light
A moment buried in the sundial
It runs gold arrayed time
Eternity carried a waiting away
Moje ime je Mjeseč ev sjaj
A zvjezde su ove djeca mog poljupca
Ona gore svjetlost mog skrovista
Ona sjaje mog nestanka trag
Moje ime je Zemljin put
Galaksijama birana tač ka ljubavi
Mlijekom neba hranjena postojbina moja
Svaka je kap mog nestanka trag
Moje ime je sunč eva svjetlost
U pješč anom satu zakopan tren
On teč e zlatom optoč eno vrijeme
Od č ekanja vječ nošć u nošen
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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She Wants A Sky/Ona Hoce Nebo
That sky where there is the sky
Unchained
Unlimited by the borders of the sky
She wants the face with a smile
And the hair unsigned by ash
And the bones that do not testify
The pain of an unslept night
Ona hoć e nebo
Ono nebo gdje ima neba
Raskovanog
Granicom neba nesputanog
Ona hoć e lice sa osmjehom
I kosu nepotpisanu pepelom
I kosti koje ne svjedoč e
O bolu neprospavane noć i
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Uncertain Weather
A day of uncertain weather
Captured in a frame forever
A face in a faded photograph
He must have had a life
Maybe with a family
People who meant everything to him
A sinner, a saint, a soldier
Caught up in a war he never
Had a chance to start or build a life
All gone long ago
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
To become just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
Hopes and fears important plans
Forgotten memories
Footsteps fading in the sand, ooh
Schemes and dreams small and grand
Nothing left to see
Footsteps fading in the sand, ooh
Someone who cast a shadow
Maybe just a lazy man
Doesnt make much difference now its true
A day of uncertain weather
Captured in a frame forever
A face in a faded photograph
All gone long ago
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
To become just a face without a name
One more to add to the total
Of those never heard of again
Yes hes gone
Just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind
All gone
Just a face without a name
Leaving no trace
Disappearing like smoke in the wind...
song performed by by Genesis
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Yes I Am That Cast Away Shadow/Da Ja Sam Ta Odbacena Sjenka
Merry go spin that walks through your door
Chasing the tail of a wild beast night
And jealous of the moon that snarles at the hunt
Yes I can turn the wisps of smoke spelled signs
Into the raincall that falls into your eyes
To fulfill a promise made within a drop
Of plenitude vacancy jigsaw puzzled thought
Reverberating through your starvexed mind
Yes I once wrote an ode to a Moon beam
And a biography of a pallid white
Paling across the face of earth
And loved it the way a woman loves its own disease
No I can never belong to you
Unless you belong to yourself
Da ja sam ta odbacena sjenka
Što se ludo vrti prolazi ti kroz vrata
I što juri rep divlje zvjeri noci
Ljubomorna na mjesec što reži pri lovu
Da mogu pretvoriti zvuk srocen od pramena dima
U kišni zov što ti u oci sipa
Da ispuni obecanje sazdano u kapi
Punoce praznine zagonetke klackalice misli
Što odzvanja zvijezdom uznemirenim umom
Da jednom sam napisala odu zraci Mjeseca
I biografiju blijedila preko lica zemlje
I zavoljela ga kao što žena voli sopstvenu bolest
Ne ne mogu ti nikada pripasti
Osim ako ne pripadneš sebi
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I don't let guys do hickeys. That's like a dog marking his territory or something.
quote by Eliza Dushku
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The Wreath Of A Child
aimed at those who turned his world
into a fetish doll
pinned by needles
each part of his innocent body
with an apple in his hand
he'll hit the Moon one day
I'm sure he'll hit the Moon
a piece of a mad chaos
the scream of this child
is the scream of a dead chicken
but the Moonbeams
Moonbeams are not deaf
they'll hear
bijes djeteta okomljen na one
što mu svijet pretvoriše u fetiš lutku
probodenu iglama u
svaki djelić njegovog nevinog tijela
jabukom iz ruke hitnuć e Mjesec
sigurna sam hitnuć e Mjesec
komad poludjelog haosa
krik djeteta je bijes mrtvog pileta
ali zrake Mjeseca
zrake Mjeseca nisu gluve
č uć e
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Light Of Day/Svjetlosni Dan
The thing standing by the well
Is not looking for a song
It wants a beat an echo and a fall
It wants a bottom bucket rope the water
It wants the hands that can find the way
To an abyss treasure and the light of day
Što kraj bunara stoji ne traži pjesmu
Ono hoće otkucaj eho jednog pada
Ono hoće dno vedro konop vodu
Ono hoće ruke koje znaju put
Do ponornog blaga i svjetlosnog dana
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Keep On Giving Me Love
Oh, you told me you were burned by holy water,
And the priest forgot the words
He was trying to say.
It seems your best friend
Is your own reflection,
And no promise of love
Is gonna make you wanna stay.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
You got fox eyes,
They burn like a sunrise,
You got a walk that makes a mans blood turn to wine.
You bought and sold me
For you lover,
As long as you feed me good, baby, I dont mind.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
(solo)
So you told me you were burned by holy water,
And the priest forgot the words
He was trying to say.
It seems your best friend
Is your own reflection,
And no promise of love
Is gonna make you wanna stay.
I dont mind,
You can think it over slow,
And tell me what you find.
Im marking time,
If you got love to give,
Baby, I dont mind.
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me loving,
Keep on giving me love.
song performed by by Whitesnake
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The lines marking a penalty area are a disgrace to the playing fields of a public school.
quote by Christopher Fry
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