Tek kad se skinemo vidimo kol'ko smo lijepi u duši

Uvijek sam imao nekoliko dobrih drugara koji bi me posjetili i zapalili svijeću na grobu, zasadili cvijeće da otjeraju uspavani smrad čamotinje i dozovu pčele da me zujanjem krila iz vrtloga svijesti izbavljaju. Prije neki dan je Džesika, oko plavih očiju stavila plavo i plavu kosu pustila da se vijori na vjetru. Ona u grudima…

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0, 1, 1, 0

Decade or so ago, “reality” became so thin to the point of being sent into millions parcels of oblivion. In order to sustain itself it brought information age to keep the minds engaged and bodies enslaved in meaningless dreams. Whenever the moment comes that heart and lungs are on the brink of breaking apart, the…

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Where's the love you've been lookin’ for little fella? The piece, peace, of ye heart? Where are the bits, the sparks, filaments of eternal heart, undying soul? Hold me warmly, and hold me tight, for anything but peace resides in this mind, this ravaged body. Terror and fear cross all the roads, make all the…

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Banana Banana

Bosna mi postaje sve bliza a ne micem se vec godinama iz Amerike. Tu i tamo odem malo sjevernije na neku planinu da se nadisem gorskog crnogoricnog zraka ili nagledam behara kojeg ima proljecem vec u Dzordziji. Ali trapava, korumpirana, bezglava i ostrascena Bosna je dosla na Zapad, napokon je brdo doslo Muhamedu. Prvo na…

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sLičnosti

Ličim na ćaleta, kojeg već dugo nema. Svuda me prati, u meni. Pokreti ruku, razmak ramena, rastrojenost uma, mir tokom oblačnih i kišnih dana. Nekad se toliko potsjetim na njega da me stegne sve u stomaku, skupi se bol u grudima i oči puštaju vodu. Slinavko. Čak mi se i usne saviju kao i njegove…

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empty

humans are inherently stupid. born out of darkness hopping right back into different kind of darkness. oblivious to our joyous nature we are propelled to commit missing the target of life at every step we take and corner we turn. there is not one single human I've encountered in these forty plus years that has…

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That wobbly fluff of joy is Dorothy coming down the trail dancing and swaying left and right. She could be my older sista but when speaking sounds like an elementary school girl. It appears she is petrified when standing still. As soon as put in motion she is liberated of wittnessing eyes; free to roam…

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