Sub surface
Eating
Brain damaged core
Fairly unknown
Words transcend into silence
Some cut off from the hands shaking
Some cut off from the hearts breaking
Some cut off from the eyes uncried
Deeply wombed all dived
Plunge craving
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Eyes Craving Sight
Eyes craving sight
Ears craving sounds
Voice craving words
Hands craving a touch
You've seen the light
Emerging from the grounds
All light allures
You've touched too much
And now you're standing soundless mute
Eyeless and blind in earthly mansions
To find out your body is but a diving suit
Plunged into all three dimensions
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Centre Decentred
Witnesses scrambled
History pages
Committed to truth
Burned
Things left unwritten in the stars
Destined silence
Deeply wombed
Made mute
Centre decentred
Witnesses entangled
Beards of sages
No wisdom proof
Learned
Things unread off the scars
Raged vilence
Sons untombed
Dressed to shoot
Centre decentred
Witnesses gambled
In dice of cages
None to soothe
Earned
Behind brain bars
In a twisted lense
A soldier’s doomed
Lost boot
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A light born torch
In a single heart
My pen eating blue
A paper paling white
The means of all the skin
In the hear dying its ends
And eyes closing down
Make not a single sound
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Those things all left to nameless die
My body embraced in a single stone
Touching the surface of a plunge deep sky
To die there hard faceless alone
I wish I could have gone
Merged with shadows down
Die there with you stone
Bought by precious ground
But I had to live
And with all the nameless leave
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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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You cannot teach me
I paint the birds because they fly
And draw the windmills because they spin
I colour the hearts because they beat
And dance the dawns for what they are
I write the words because they speak
When silences spread I listen – you know
I listen carefully so as not to get mute
No one taught me that
I always knew
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Look at the hands striking the clock
You time has emerged
A young dawn like grass of midnight
Blood born in veins through the poppy pain
Will bloom like the roses in your garden
Those roses for which you know
Are hearts transplanted of a moment choked
They open up to you in a smile
They leaf alike call your hands into the growth
And you by the window
You who hasn’t lost the hearts as yes
You cry into the night
With the time cracking from behind a built in panes
Towards you
Why
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He comes
He comes in the morning
With the eyes that tell me I love them
With the eyes glimmering in a beautiful mind
And he's always silent and I just want to hug him
He comes he leaves
He comes at noon
When all work stops and everyone is at the table
When everyone is together and he only is alone
And he says nothing and I just want to kiss him
He comes he leaves
He comes at twilight
In his hands carrying the burdens of a gifted day
With the hands calming down each touch
He's always silent and I just want to say something
He comes he leaves
He comes at midnight
When in each dream everyone's the same cradle
When everyone's asleep and he's swaying them
And he says nothing and I just want him to stay
He comes he leaves
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Silence is the sound of creation/Tisina je zvuk stvaranja
Silence is the sound of creation
An ultimate craving of all the words
As they long for a peace of the Word
Silence sound silence sound
That’s the rhythm of life
Tisina je zvuk stvaranja
Konacna ceznja svih rijeci
Dok teze miru Rijeci
Tisina zvuk tisina zvuk
To je ritam zivota
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Laughter
Laughter
Mole-like token let it be bestowed on you
Laughter
Bell-like liquid an outpour light and blue
Laughter
The joyful cords in music born blessed throats
Laughter
The happy rowing in plenitude golden boats
Laughter
Running wild shaking bellies to dance
Laughter
Sweet disease swell infective trance
Laughter
The tongue tip peeping to mock the hands of time
Laughter
The gift of he’s she’s of you’re we’re or I’m
Laughter
The blissful eyes when joyful tears go down
Laughter
The king or queen carrying the highest crown
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Mark me alive
Mark me alive the witness to the crime of silence.
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Go out, it is cold.
If you don’t remember how I used to kiss you
Take a look at the willows by the road
Whispering behind your steps
Unheard awakening with the hands by you
The touches made hand printed into your oblivion
Take a look at the waves breaking
A name rock chiseled on the threshold of love
And at the foam that used to kiss your feet
Take a look at the door opening
That thirsty for your steps stood waiting for so long
And at the doormat that so often you stepped on
There are the traces of my warmth underneath
A welcome that I am saving from you
Go out, it is cold.
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A stratum thought
A stratum thought to a single mind
Bestowed below u sunshine beam
A gliding endless down the streams
Of light-there with you I dined
I could never forget the feast
The craving and the heart
Beating below again to rise
You told me I was my own queen
In a pack of cards a cardboard star
I told you I was a star never seen
By a horseman hooved to ride so far
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Never meant to
Never meant to
Call the twilight though I knew the beams
Peaceful soothing lulling asleep
Amidst the broken daylight's hands
When I saw Time was slipping away
I knew the lines will raise no heart
But I kept edging them to please the sunset
To make it reach that side of hill
Where sunsets never die
Where rays in love with day dimmed edges
Write down sharp visions of the fading lights
Never meant to
Call the midnights into my room
Even though I knew
When it's pitch silence the darkness surrenders
To the shimmering starlight out of the windows
Now lit with many a candle light
Never meant to but the minutes were shining
Against their clock hands and everything stopped
To rise to a new beginning
Never meant to
Call the lakes into the moonspeech
With a liquid language of waters forgotten
Balms of eternal oblivion listed
In all the names of all the hearts
Beating the words and sorrows away
Never meant to
But the tongue of mine tasted
First drops of silver
And I drank unaware wrapped in their bliss
The words might die but I'll never forget
No one can blame that on me
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Dislocated
An invoice of silence in a bill of time
Sometimes a second pronounced targeted holes of darts
Much as I try never to miss a single point
The whole world within might easily fall apart
Makes me a queen of arrows – a fractured disjoint
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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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A dropp of ocean
...will never learn the hands that have swum it
unless it is taught tears to cry
kap okeana nikada nece nauciti ruke koje su ga preplivale
osim ako ga ne naucimo da place
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Tenderly you come
tenderly you come
to touch the locks of hair
that rest there on the pillow
feathered in a dream
i sleep my silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
you touch my face and line it
up in warmth through glass
that stands there instead of window
sundialed roomed so spacious
i sleep my silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
you open eyes of a closure
'neath unfaithful sky
to write me there word cloudward
wipe me away or melt
in my sleep silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word
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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's the world by Mercy created
That thunders through the rain
To turn the houses into little dots of existence
That eat their own pictures within a space
The dropp is a vague silence
The space of a place all soaking wet
Washed in the rhythm
Within the word of wounds
Each whisper in Mercy remembers
Its soul's dwelling in blood
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