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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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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My cellars were closed
The doors shut wept
No name on
My secret kept
Seep below a frozen ground
Stood silent like lips
Making no sound
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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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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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Pollyteaparty
When Polly puts the wrong kettles on
All guests are easily dead and gone.
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Pulse
Step by step by step by step by
Steps grow longer
til its just like stepping in another world
Feel that pulse that pulse that pulse
That pulse go stronger
Like a breath line coming from another world
Dont want to leave my old world but I cant deny
What it is that draws me on
Like a magnet pulling from another world
Dont know what Ill find in the new world
But Im not afraid of the sound that calls me on
Like a siren singing in another world
Here comes a change, and another change,
And another change
And another wave of change
Like a heartbeat pumping from another world
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The Best Choice
This breath is wind tied
no longer found
in silent kisses
gone in love lost tides
I swear I've always wanted
to breathe in a sunrise
to walk the beams
and to spell your name
after the dawn
I loved you I hated you
and I still do
even though now
it makes no difference at all
You loved me you hated me
and I guess you still do
both swelling in pain
of two faced masks
And even if we never said goodbye
I painfully knew
that 48 hours of your silence
always meant a never again from you
I've been through your punishment before
And even if we never said goodbye
as goodbyes take time we never had
I painfully knew
the rules of the game
'seek no reasons they would not help'
'be silent when hurt and silent when you hurt'
Both of which make a scope of choices
to target chosen be
or to pick up the best... choice?
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Oneness
In thousands of tongues the same song is sung
The same nest's a flight in sky to be done
Place them up and down between and among
Multitude of voices singing only one
In thousands of thoughts silent thinking climbes
Up the throne of possible to the throne of peace
Soul language circles body's silent mimes
Poem- body movement that will never cease
It's made in secret flesh burned in passion tides
It's sung on sacred lips clinging to the flames
The multitude tucked on perfect oneness hides
Divine revelation the Name of all the names
2010.
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Damnation
There is so easily cast
By lips made of so human flesh
If you want to see your children in heaven
Don’t wave hell in front of their faces
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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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and now I’ve left myself
there’s no bottom haunt
I come back with the thunder
and yellow light of dawn
I don’t know what I’ve been doing
I don’t know where I’ve been
the spirit intruder in the shell of nothing
humus homo still loveable
I love myself again
but best of all I love
the time I’ll leave again
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The beginning of mountains
this is how silences wedded me
in the drums aflame I was beating
deaf for the voice which
coming from the wind
leafs out the ends of autumns
pulls the strings of the sky
where it is enough to live
on an accord of a lonely breath
in the corner of the words squatted
a voice was praying
a leaf cut off from the autumn gown
sewed the edges of all the seasons
hit the universe forehead
against the cold soil of waiting
its echo my bridegroom
hand in hand we winged are
a painfully delivered beginning of mountains
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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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Dream vision reality
Dream vision reality
Don't leave me as yet
In this broken space
Where to say a thing
Is merely a gift of time
Never to return
Сањај визију стварности
Не напуштај ме још
У овом простору сломљеном
Гдје речи било шта
Тек дар хе времена
Да се никад не врати
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Cliché But True
The eyes those are the windows
The lips those are the doors
Just a bit of a hat for a roof
The arms and hands those are the yards
The legs and feet those are the paths
The human is the House – he dwells
And a Road back home – he travels
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Ricochet
I stood all the doorways
Shipwrecked by the night
Stardust named my bits
And the myths did not know
Whether it was the bullets or the heart
No staircase no upper floor
I sun burst bruised each step
Said all the poems written long ago
Were they just whispers words fallen apart
Air ate mist
Mist ate my breath
Nowhere could I go
Bounced back by darts
Ricochet
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Whose footsteps/ Č iji koraci
Half starringly in the Moon halved die out
Like slaves between
A bitten silver coin and broken teeth
Spelling a silent whisper
b-r-e-a-d master
the games are over all of them
Č iji koraci
Poluzvjezdano okrunjenim Mjesecom odumiru
Ko roblje što izmeđ u
Izjedenog srebrnjaka i polomljenih zuba
Tiho šapatom srič e
H-lj-e-b-a gospodaru
Igre su gotove sve
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Don't Eat The World
eaten on my lips
come as early as sun is set
come and look into the eyes
come and taste the rims of the skies
come and don't leave just as yet
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We sleep like hours unslept in the eyes
we sleep like hours unslept in the eye
we wakefully take them to the first of dawn
'let something break out' you say
and I am silent my eyes are silent
my lips are pregnant with sleep
we sleep like leaves forgotten by the tree
we rootlessly take them to a garden heart
'let something plant us' you say
and I am sad my eyes are sad
my lips are yearning for sleep
we sleep like lakes moon shattered rays
we facelessly list them unto the names
'let there be something' you say
and I am crying my eyes are crying
my lips can deliver no sleep
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Start the flight
Dwell within a broken bread
Warm and fragrant among your fingers
The sound of its crust cracking
Give the winged crumbs to the birds
Feed the world with yourself
Bitten by the hunger of the sky
Eaten by the restlessness of the body
Start the flight
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