In The Night Sometimes
Sometimes I can never sleep
and I lay awake thinking
sometimes my brain stays quite
sometimes I am inflamed with passion
sometimes I think about
and wonder what was intended
when they made up Friendship
I think of all I know
all I want to know
and all that will never be known
then sometimes I just
fall asleep
Presek stvari u glavi
Kad vidim uspeh
Kad mi opet to dodje
Nebojsa ima svoj svet
On neguje svoju slobodu
I voli da motorom ode u prirodu
Bez kompleksa
Tata
Super je
Dete u meni
Tu neku vrstu duha
Pravog gledanja na svet
Kako dete gleda svet
Bez koristi
Ta fascinacija
I da sekundara nikad nije na svom mestu
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The Ships to Troy
1
I saw a ship,
Burning gold
And she is off
To the city of Troy.
2
I saw another ship,
Burning jewels
Off she goes
To the city of Troy.
3
The ship will all
Return soon
And the ship of gold
Was sold at Troy.
4
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And You Thought I Wouldnt Sink This Low!
in a fary tale that many know there was a cat and a fiddle
one day the cat went braindead and spoke a forbidden diddle
when everybody heard him they were shocked and amazed
but then the mean old master came and instead the cat was tazed
day after day the cat cried and cried alot
nah! im just kidding the little kitty was shot
Guitar Player
in the dusk
of smoke and musk
gathering from floor
a lone player
weaves the room
into his guitar –
a blue light isolates
the stage
shadowing the room
until the world
shrinks into
the mystery of song –
feather light
a voice recalls
its softness on the strings –
listen clear
it’s almost here
the sound that silence sings.
Epigram: To Christina, Queen Of Sweden, With Cromwell's Picture
Christina, maiden of heroic mien!
Star of the North! of northern stars the queen!
Behold, what wrinkles I have earn'd, and how
The iron cask still chafes my vet'ran brow,
While following fate's dark footsteps, I fulfill
The dictates of a hardy people's will.
But soften'd, in thy sight, my looks appear,
Not to all Queens or Kings alike severe.
poem by , translated by William Cowper
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The Cloth of Time
The concept of time is
Like a cloth
Waving in the wind.
The wind collides
And bounces,
Causing the cloth to sway.
We are the specks
Of dust
Nestled within
The fibers of time.
This cloth is where
We sleep and wake.
This wind is the result
Of our existence.
When the wind is still
The cloth of time
Hangs
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The Wind with Me
The wind asks me
'How much do you feel happiness? '
Like the wind can not weigh on scales
My happiness also shouldn't weigh
Night wind swings strars
Ah, all of trees! Flame up!
To shine the all moments
Let the stars fall down
Then
When a dropp of star from your eyes
And down to the horizon
Please remind me
With beautiful tones harped by the wind
Ode to a Lime
Ode to a lime,
heavenly divinity that contorts my face so
your tint taking a pale bright green hue
to yourself I shall be the coconut
drawing you into my mouth
my jaw clenching all the while
your eyeless gaze pleads with me to leave you be
but citrus love my beverages glass is in need of garnishing
a slice of you will do the honors oh so fine
An Die Schwalbe
Die 12te Ode Anakreons.
Schwatzhafteste der Schwalben, sprich,
Was tu ich dir? wie straf ich dich?
Soll ich dich um die Schwingen
Mit meiner Schere bringen?
Soll ich, zu deiner Pein,
Ein andrer Tereus sein?
Und willst du gern der Progne gleichen?
Musst du, zu fruehe Schwaetzerin,
Musst du von meiner Schaeferin
Mir meinen schoenen Traum verscheuchen?