Happy Misery

Happy Misery, I call out loud your name to keep my sorrows away
as you've been my companion for to long in this life.

I lived with fear, with everlasting sadness
of what could have been.
If I've done different I wouldn't have met you.
If I'd been brave I wouldn't have heard your cold whisper.
If I'd been merry and opened you wouldn't be ruling.

Happy Misery, bless my heart
from falling apart as i am rebelling.

I feel foolishly brave as David and strong as Hercules.
So keep my sorrows away and be warned
As i am rebelling!

A dream

I dream of Angels
with children's smile.
I dream of Angels with watery blue eyes
big as shining star.
Hands soft as new born baby
and long fingers on their guitar.

I dream of Angels
singing of love
I dream of Angels
and their song

Deep as Ocean blue as sky
they sing to me.

I dream of Angels and their song
And every night and every heavenly dream
I smile and dance.

I dream of Angels that showed me heaven,
that showed me laughter and eternity.
I play and laugh and dance and sing
with my Angels for Eternity.

Cjetovi moji

Cvjetovi moji bujajte!
Plešite na vjetru
Pjevajte cijelom svijetu,
O sreći, o ljubavi, o miru.


Veselite stare
Volite mlade.
Pričajte o ljepotama
Pišite o strahotama.
Neka ljudi zapamte
Neka savijest raste.
Da vas paze
Da vas maze.


Cvjetovi moji bujajte, bujajte!
Isprepličite se uzajamno i
načinite oblake meke ko' san
tanke ko' lan.
Plešite, pjevajte, volite
Poskakujte i amo i tamo i ljevo i desno
Rastite svugdje.

 

Kraj

Dok Sunce tuče krošnje,
listići šišarke polako padaju označujući
moj spori kraj.

Zadnjim snagama pokušavam viknuti
dok me Sunce na momente zasljepljuje
ne znajući da li je java ili vječni san.

I dok se krošnje igraju a djeca ciču
moj glas zamire a sjaj nestaje.
Polako se gubi u tihom kriku.

I očaj me obuzme
Da nitko saznati neće
pa šapnem vjetru štoriju cijelu.

S osmjehom odahnem i
zadnji dah udahnem dok
dječji plač u daljini ne zamre.

 

Strast

Morala sam ti prići i poljubiti te usne putene, pozivajuće, tako grešne i slatke.

Utopiti se u poljupcima tvojim i izgorjeti na rukama tvojim.
Bilo bi tako lako zaljubiti se u te i tako loše ..
ali ne mogu si pomoći
jer probuđuješ poeziju u meni stoga vičem: „Uzmi me! Otmi me! Obljubi me!
Ispuni me zvijezdama i crnilom dok treperim zarivajući se u te i obgrljujući te nogama.“

Voli me kao nikoga do sada. Prepusti se. Opusti se. Razdiri me. Otkači se. Vrišti. Grizi.
Voli me na sve načine i spavaj pokraj mene da osjetim težinu tvoju
te slatkoću tvoga daha i mog okusa na njemu.

A kada jutro svane i cvrčci nas probude ... nasmiješi se i ponovi .. i ponovi sve ..
prvo nježnije pa žešće dok ne nestanemo u noći.

Želim

Ja želim nebu poletjeti

Da vidim usnule zvijezde.
Trčati prema svjetlu,
jahati na vjetru.
Sanjati svoj život i
živjeti ga dvaput.

Octarine

How do you do? The writer feels it would be a little unkind to present this note without just a word of friendly warning. The writer is about to unfold the story of Octarine, the story of science that sought to create an image of undiscribable and without reckoning upon God and Dysfunctio Cerebri. It is one of the strangest tales ever told. It deals with the two great creations - sight and perception. I think it will thrill you. It may shock you. It might even - horrify you. So if any of you feel that you do not care to subject your nerves to such a strain, now's your chance to - uh, well, you've been warned.

"It's a little bit yellow, magenta, gray, red, silvery, white, blu, flourescent greenish -yellowy -purple, it vibrates ... turquoise, orange, music, autumn green, pinkish, misty, violet, sunrise, it's a pigment of your IMAGINATION."