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Jesus' TearsI was playing with Jesus, at the beach.
He was wearing his robe that reminded me of the era of the dinosaurs.
Or something else, I can't figure out.
When they kept oil and ointments in large narrow bowls.
Jesus was running in the shallow waters,
splashing me and his mom.
His mom still has a hymen, you know.
Jesus shared a cupcake with me.
He did magic tricks with bottled water.
The sand under my feet felt really soft,
and the entity of the scenery was breathing as one with us,
expiring golden haze.
Jesus said he had to leave.
"So soon?" - I pondered.
"Some people I have to deal with it. I feel like I'm reaching a crossing in my life."
"Will you be back?"
"I'm merely a human. Let's hope days like this one only beckon the good times and fine philosophy. Stay well, and don't forget. Love is the key."
Sunset. Mary left. No dark clouds. not windy, no nasty waves splashing me on my face.
Still, salt on my cheeks.
Jesus' tears from my eyes.
IndecisiveYour skin never felt more wrong and right.
Kissed by a stranger.
Hugged by a close lover.
Unknown pleasures of alien shapes,
familiar scent of your perfect hair.
Dreaming - shaking fever,
Seeing - real as hell, warmth of your body.
Lights are calling it a day,
trash picked up by the cleaning ladies,
no more hardcore noise,
no more drunken metalheads passing through.
Mistake number 24 - being repetitive for the 24th time.
Svemirsko ChedoBeskraj je usnuo Boga.
Usnuo je dijete.
Cedo spavase u prasini Sunca,
a igrase se komadiccima zaboravljenih maglica.
Nadje jednom plavu perlicu,
a u njoj sasvim sicusnu celjad voljnu druzenja.
Jednom se okrene gledajuc' vatren komet
te zaboravi - samo na tren - na male Zemljane.
Kad se sabrao vec bijahu odrasli,
uigravsi se rata...
Te ih ostavi na miru
sve dok jedan po jedan ne pomru
i kao duse djece ne dodju pred lice
Mad wordsPoetry of a madman echoes through out the years,
always lingering somewhere in the back of your mind,
whispering on Sundays, shouting on Fridays.
Something you've read,
something you've heard.
You can't remember when.
It was snowing, it was raining, that day,
it was night, it was bright - somehow.
Voice of shallow substance bouncing of buildings,
twirling around peaks and towers,
dispersing into the darkness of the uncalled morning,
spitting at the Sky, mocking the modern need.
Some say, some day - you shall only realize
that all along it was you...
Future catches up, carrying the burden of your ignorance.
Obliterated meaningless lives.
100 years of my thoughtsI'm not my numbers.
I'm not my letters.
I'm not my things.
I'm just me.
I like a rainy day.
I like the sound of cellos.
I like the taste of cigarettes.
I'm just me.
I can't cope sometimes.
I shut my eyes, way too often.
I deaf myself with noise, way too much.
I'm just me.
I just can't stand it.
ex-SupergirlsPrije sada, prije ove pristojne zavjese nad naim odnosima...
Bile smo zbilja prijateljice.
Za stvarno bih Vas zvala na kavu tjedno, kod mene, kod tebe, tamo negdje, u centru.
Dečki, kolski hodnik, čizme, Whitesnake i Hladno Pivo.
Vie ne mogu.
Vi ćete pričati o seksu u troje, a ja o tome kako sam runa netaknuta djeva sklona alkoholu.
Vi ćete o seksi asistentima, a ja kako previe učim.
Vi u kupe, ja u pade.
Nali ste mi čak i zamjenu. Cinična, ali lijepa.
Sarkastična, no slobodnjačkog duha.
Zatočena sam u zimi svog ivota i ne razumijem ni riječ.
Oduvijek, kao da sjedim na vrtuljku koji ne staje.
Vi ste bile tamo daleko, prepoznavah Vas po bojama koje nosite...
No, pao je mrak.
Ostala je mučnina koju kao djevojčica osjećah kad bih se zasitila karnevala.
Sva ta ećerna vata i helij, i ishlapjelo znanje o povratku kući...
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