Rites of whales
Void worlds wrung are weeping
Their wheels have whimpered away
Wound around a wristwatch in a skyless watcher’s eyes
Weaved in webs of woes
Closed by sorrow killed
Sealing stolen seals
Ill fire flames smitten by the breath
Writing rites of whales
Splash beauty unwritten
Passages of time turn urns into hours
No pallid pills for piligrims paving their own paths
Swimming soulful oceans that soar up to the sky
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Sign the wheel across the paths
What do you do with a tag cloud
Or with a wordle puzzle of signs
Pick up the biggest or search aside
To the minutest letter of a stolen sense?
And then you think it is in it is
And then you think it’s not in it’s not
Jig the saw there it is no more
Thus we do with life with death
Both side road posts turn the walk to what
Shielding focusing signing wheels
Across live leave traces of the future paths
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Carry me
the whirl spinned leaf
the sandclocked glass
the short breath brief
and the rhythm blast
the stormed healed tongue
the winged splash of a bird
the song heard unsung
and the word whispered unheard
the passion burned unforgotten
the beauty spoken miracle touch
give it all to 'the only begotten'
Son of Earth you gave me too much
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If I am the dropp the morning conceived
Let me be that water oh beautiful
That comes to your lip and makes you heart speak
That leaks through its holes into the world
Where the world is but a place to be
Next to your smile and close to your hand
Hugging the edges of dawn
Hear me there say the moment will rise
To time void of flow and eyes void of tears
In memory blue at the door of paradise
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All Those Things Solely Defined
Concave convex prisms slips of mind
Easily forgotten shadowed slowly creeping
Sometimes in a tear sometimes in a smile
Prerequisite vague visage coloured
Sprinkling window panes
Of eyes both closed and open
Things navelled in the centre of the womb
Boiling in passion rendered into a word
The call themselves unwritten poems
Writing a lightening upon a palm
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Men/Muskarci
Men are like mine field I get killed each time.
Muskarci su kao minsko polje svaki put poginem.
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When eyes torn closed
When eyes torn closed what eyes had seen
There was no whisper in the silent net
Sealed deep below in places of spleen
Eyes torn closed what hands had set
Some sights have died died of the threat
That sights too many words have spelled
Some sights have drowned in a single fret
That they for too long in this world have dwelled
They were made of tears wind wept storms and sighs
They were made of colours blue cut through the skies
They were made of trees uprooted as to sing
The remnants of the earth of not a single thing
That heaven ward could sorrow crowns upbring
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There Were The Lips You Kissed
You kissed but for a day
And eyes glittering hope of the future
That there was no time to fulfill
There were the hours you counted
You counted but for a day
And they slipped away into the next dawn
And you were left alone
There were the eyes you met
You met and knew but for a day
That told you everything about the eyes
And a vision long haunting into dust
There were the paths you walked
You walked but for a day
And the paths turned the day
Into the life long journey
Now travel and hope for some more time
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The marks of sorrow
The marks of sorrow
Scar the faceless sky
Each cloud a wound
Each wound a sign
Of things no more
Quivering up in lines
Countenance shades
The Moon impaled
On blades
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Tis a highly descriptive task
to write your lips as they bite the glass
rims standing even and the drink it's been
made of sweet and bitter
rivers lakes and oceans
spilling drops of blue
to dwell on your eyelashes
eyes closed quiver fear
to stand on the fingertips
and to read the lines
broken palms of hands
geometry divinity
grasped in human kind
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One day
Which opens thus
In a cliché of every day
Originating in a badly done homework
The writing of a day starts with sharpened pencils
In an attempt of an account stylistically tasteless
For a day could not break on through
To the parks and Sunday picnics
It frowned at the text with colourless faces
‘neath whose skin the whole drama of a day
Strikes open eyes with total indifference
To the stressful automobile rides
Through the city bridges
Hanged shortly before the elections
Under the text of pontoon despair
Over the river of unwritten anxiety
To the games in concrete stories
Tag hopscotch hide and seek
At the bottom of squatted childhoods
One day you will write
And nothing will say
Nothing will be able to utter
The closing of a day
Without a title or a ‘done on’ date
Nothing but a red ink
To correct your spelling mistakes
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The lute is still in hands it’ll break
Unless the world opens up for me
The lute is still my breath it’ll take
In blasts of wind Eol’s heart will be
Unless the paths are walked in a seal
Unless the seals are open in a quest
Unless the pain is open for a heal
Unless the heart finds a place to rest
The lute is still in hands it’ll break
Unless the world opens up for me
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Splash
I called you on the phone
You knew it was me all along
You didn't even say hello
Cause you don't need words to let me know
All the things that you do to me
You fulfill my every fantasy
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
Oh, when you make love to me
There's things I never thought I'd see
I cherish [...]
[...] in every sea
Oh, I love when you play with me
Ask your mom if you could stay with me
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
Our love is a rhythm
Together we'll have so much fun
You go from room to room
Leaving traces of your sweet perfume
If I could I'd bottle it
Everybody should know the feelin' I get
When I'm in your cool embrace
Your lips, your arms, your legs, your face
Splash - I'm under your power
Splash - I could go for hours
Splash - You could devour me
And I'd only want you more
I want you more and more and more
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash
Splash.
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Voids
A pilot without a sky
A sky without a pilot
A captain without a ship
A ship without a pivot
A book void of pages
A page without a book
A letter without a word
The word forgotten unheard
By silent actors and stages
An eye without a sight
Eyeholes bottomless pits
A hand without a shake
A weakness earning on might
A wound you cannot unbreak
21st century beats
21st century eats
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Stood floodful in the saddest pool ever
Wet in the rain outpoured by the mind
Set up on a journey
Concepts classified crashed
Whispered who through the drops
The trembling fingers clang to the umbrella
The saddest umbrella in the world
That had in it no magic at all
Could not fly or colour designs
In wetness tide soaked who
Started the walk of hours
Walked didn’t sing for there was no happy rain to sing in
And no pools to joyfully splash
I could have shared a sorrowful smile
A smile to who I didn’t know
To who I never met before
Or just follow the walk of who
Through the rainhour moments
Splash wave wings through the who rain
I wanted to pour down
Instead
I knelt by the pool in rain knell
Where the traces of the floodful standing still still stood
And the floodprints rippled and rippled on
To mirror myself and start to drink
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Tell me how you step into your name
In a silent change of paths
That always leave your steps on a threshold
In the lockedness of name
Easily like a deer
Taming a world within his horns
Painfully like a bee leaving the sting
To its foe
Who flies away to die alone
And which is even more important
With whose name on you lips
Will you step out of your naming
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Outlets
Splatter
Splash
A single droplet
Glistens
Splatter
Splash
It slowly runs
Down
Splatter
Splash
The gentle kiss of
Cool metal
Splatter
Splash
Nipping at the
Skin
Splatter
Splash
A network of
Webs
Splatter
Splash
A beautiful pattern
Turning red
Splatter
Splash
Hidden in the
Fabric
Splatter
Splash
Reinf orced
By the grin
Splatter
Splash
Walking on
Nothing's wrong
Splatter
Splash
Only everything
Is
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Feedback
look at the worlds stripping
the skins of their bodies
the layers of their meaning
inscribed at the edges of the moon
burning at the rims of the sun
and at the wide oceans unrolloing
the waves between the tides
and the summits' headless eyes staring
at the foot that each mountain hides
feed me back I lost the track
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A Sign Of Weakness
Smitten with Seetha, Ravana was killed.
Smitten with Juliet, Romeo laid his life.
Smitten with suspicion, Othello killed his wife.
Is to be smitten a passion or weakness?
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I'll rest on this sunbeam
I'll rest on this sunbeam for as long as I can
For it's the sunbeam made of human eyes
To see through the specters the truth seekers guides
Down the dust of centuries beauty stolen time
Bestowed in ashes sunbathed moved so far beyond
Fragile motes of wisdom knights and princess prisons
I need a single sky two wings some wind some blue
To feed these hungry eyes that look up there at you
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If I could see through the rains
To find a thunder heart that beats
My veins away away apart
Oh yes it would be so easy to die
Too easy to die to fall
Melt in the pools of a wet trace touch
If I could see through the rains
I believe I'd find there both life and death
In a single dropp link that unchains
My eyes my hands my breath
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