Paint/Slikaj
Paint surreal nightmare a mimetic future?
Slikaj nadrealni košmar mimetič ku buduć nost?
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Joy
Joy needs no reason at all, sorrow looks for one?
Radosti ne treba razlog, tuga ga traži?
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Antagonism vs epigonism
It's more interesting to watch two strong spirits in antagonism that a multitude of them in epigonism.
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Lunacy-Ludilo
Lunacy is a metaphor one should not play with.
Ludilo je metafora sa kojom se ne bi trebalo poigravati.
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Spread your soul and lift
Your call towards the gift
The present of a child a never ending now
To live here each moment in a God blessed vow
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Limits/Granice
Perhaps we can put a mountain into chains
But the echo will survive.
Mozda mozemo okovati planinu
Ali eho ć e preživjeti.
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Dear Diary-Dragi Dnevnič e
I cannot write, zour paper is too innocently white.
Ne mogu da pišem, papir ti je isuviše nevino bijel.
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It ain't like in the movies at all
and it ain't the way one writes
even if he's not been there
and it ain ;) t the way one hopes
naive as he's not been there
and it ain: (t the way one thinks
'cause he's never seen
bird watchers watch the prey move stealthily
just to turn it into an ngo
no lol no it ain :) t like in the movies at all
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Interpretations-Tumač enja
Are terrible burden of contemporary thinking language stuck states of mind.
su užasan teret savremenog mišljenja stanja uma zaglavljena u jeziku.
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Not anything else
you say that's been said
you say that's been said
you've seen that's been seen
you've seen that's been seen
you've been that's been hurt
you've been that's been hurt
'there's still some heart that beats under this shirt'
you've said it's been said
you've said it's been seen
you've said will beat again
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Readability-Č itljivost
Is a tip of an iceberg that melts down with the first letter read, the rest is an ocean of interpretations.
Č itljivost je vrh ledenog brijega kji se topi sa prvim proč itanim slovom, ostalo je okean tumač enja.
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At The Heart Of Exit
Help
Save
Preserve
Love
Beautify
Restore
Torn
Still
Strong
Word s
Cherished
The ways
Of Mother Earth
Singing real loud
The song of Entrance
At the heart of Exit
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Picaro grew smaller and smaller
The hurdles grew taller and taller
Satyros tragos peeled off his skin
Piled up reality up to his chin
Now swim through the dim
Oceans of blue heart
Butterfly style make it an art
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Unheard
you can hear but a millionth part
of what the edges are silent about
no matter how many ears you lend
to the sound of rains
or the wind that I could never spell
or the waves I was crashed in
or a thunder that once spoke to me
about the lightening beauty encoded
in the palm of a human hand
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Paint my eyes in flowers
paint my hands in dragons
paint my back in windings
paint my arms in lightening
paint my neck in anks
my forehead intricate lines
paint my shoulder butterflies
paint my heart in henna
in henna of red in henna of black
body paint my heart
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Laugh
measure a dust particle movement
think it surpasses the speed of light
what's the speed by which
the particle measures itself
even Prothagora would laugh
and Einstein pull his tongue out again?
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Picaro
Picaro signed its breath across the lines
Ash earthen fallen hurdles into dust
A sigh sign blown into whirls of time
Read off the palm read off the palm
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There's A Sunset That's Made Only For The Glass Hour
some sundials that dropp silent secs of time
no shade in between standing too close to the past
it blooms like flowers never seen by eyes
it whispers like rains your hands have never touched
there's just a hint of the dusk in an unheard breaking
of window panes that stood closed for too long
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A leaf turns not into a fall
If there’s a hand a soft bottom call
Autumns of rain autumns of gold
In each leaf the soul beauty enfolds
And it’s not dying just fallen asleep
Beauty spelled peaceful in spring to leap
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Can you see the blue eye
That wipes away the doubts
Turns down all the walls
Builds forgotten lands
Can you see the sky
Wearing the clouds
Fluffy cotton balls
So soft to the hand
I want to look at that eye
At the stars hidden by the daylight
To see the gown that the sky
Likes to wear at night
Angels unseen above
The way they spread their wings
Forever in love
With beauty that up there sings
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Thus thought an oak tree
When words were there no more
The bower’s a soul shield
Planted by the road
The land is a soul field
Dug in earth to quench
The thirst that my heart yields
Once water sign is sucked
The root below to build
By bough branched hands
An embracing sky is filled
Heaven and Earth are friends
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