I went towards the timeless ocean of temporality, to the very beginning, on the shores of cursed waters where dead faces grinned Speak will I not of the terror I saw upon the rough-hewn coast may evil see you, black tooth bite you and fume its pungent breath into your soul – they pull myContinue reading “House of Freaks”
Do obsess over the minute details. each contains a drunken interweave. to spite the enormity of a worthless attempt. I write painfully, swim through the similes, I shorten the story, then expand on it, Up until that point as strong as a megalith, almost to the point of an afterthought.
We stand on the brink of abysses of the deeps. merely feel the frightening, introverted search we have displaced ourselves in fantasy and multiply ourselves as we please We peer through our silence observing through eyes unseen, that silence tears through, at times shrugs and as if shaking of a stone, that particular motion, thenContinue reading “The Clock”
Blindness – the fate of the damned one Hush – the habit of a killer And dream – the wake of a mortal It could have been three men Merged with their eyes Even though one of them is the blind man To encounter a man with all his senses is a rarityContinue reading “Synaesthesia”
Lyrics belong to everyone Not even by escaping can you avoid her heaviness So do not rush to anywhere Do not feel the abdomen of the dark with your fingers Somebody will die during the first twilight And I will write about comets Deprive the bread in your hands And prepare the ploughed landContinue reading “I will kill the chickens if the roses don’t stop them”
From Bosnia without love With love arrived The Cretan Bull Like a witch of wishes Those skyish strati Astartan As an avalanche on The back of a Judas boulder A running mountain of Revealing ripples Revealed elbow dances And sweet tongues Poor Jago! You were not God’s favourite! But you turned Feverishly Fearlessly On theContinue reading “For every little candle”
If I was, with my imagination, discerning through the voice the kind or the monstrous spirit in every living being (with whom I would converse), That same imagination discerned me the existence, of the unused prints of such melodious, and yet so unloving, Voices not yet revived, which are yet to rush, buzz, roar andContinue reading “Imagination”
Bastards, I remember nothing but November so crazy half-awake as lukewarm blood prepares to wake up unusual blood flowing moving in light attacks eventually a fairy-tale bird at the end of the Nordic Twilight in the end, remember and remind others when they are polluted by human lowness when they are angry with humanity finally,Continue reading “Bastards”