Showing posts with label english. Show all posts
Showing posts with label english. Show all posts

Tuesday, 7 November 2023

Old poem in English

Deviant thorns' appetites


I wondered which would miss me

when the collision came

of what is seen

somewhere in between

throw the words

of dreams that have passed

as a destructive spree

of bloodiness

who will filter pieces of some

so called me

in a fleshy mess

of acceptable and pestilent glee

with pricking knives

who have penetrated deeper

into gray psyche

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19th September 2012

at 2:45 am



Wednesday, 4 October 2023

poetry in English

 

refraction of the container spectrum

 

I am haunted by refraction of life

lost on every side of the spectrum

suppressing pain (there is no other way in the universe)

as an experiment I move my thoughts

over the tragedy of everyday alone

 

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2.23pm – 2.26pm

Sunday

20th August 2023

(somewhere in my hometown)



Self-Harming


Died body walking home

Hammering into an empty meadow

Grarage door in the snowscape of my own childhood -

Arrows of vulnerability

Nobody cares about the funerals

The days burned off for a dinner


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2.58pm - 3.00pm

Sepember 11th 2023

Monday

/London/






Fission plus fusion equals a question mark

                                                              /to Valentina Petroj/ 
 

You are a symbolist with a sign

mystifying operas and operettas

sometimes also arias of unintelligible letters

you spit on the wall

symbol of the symbolist

allegorical metaphors and metamorphoses from earthworms

(sometimes leeches)

into something that can be called a butterfly

while you mention nobleman

rough skin

in some past darkness

from which it sizzles into mothballs

and spasms like empty intestines

without a nourishing philosophy to eat

and where will all this lead me?

that swaying in the wind

on the waves of virtual closeness

summons angels and deities

and sometimes supreme

under the slogan

deity not found - error

to clarify and explain

that supreme taste of astringency

that enters and circulates

it breathes behind the neck or under the marrow

bone masses when they harmonize

in a futuristic rhythm

which is too often like used toilet paper

it was thrown down the trough

water with excreta was withdrawn

and is there still a clean one?

symbolist in a foreign language you exist

in constructions that are difficult to understand can

while, it seems to me, you are trying

let me down the water too

paired with a new point

dark hair and slim body

I don't know if I want to

would this gray mass want

to connect through the server

with a new body

new unique bone marrow masses

who is faster? or who can last longer?

the question was asked but unnecessary

maybe it's a symbol or maybe it's not

another battle is being fought

and the flag with the meaning is not flying yet

symbol is required

somewhere underground without land

``prostitution and lies'' -

fate springs from the deck

if it is true or is it hiding somewhere else

like an unwritten rule

which has not even started to be valid

by the eruption of the beginning and the end

the meaning of the symbol is dear.

 
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("strong and brave" - comment Valentina Petroj)

September 11th 2012





Conquering freedom

 

I wrote to Assange, but no, I didn’t post it out loud

No announcements

Freedom is raped

And I didn’t get the likes

Because, to say openly that you disagree

                             with public lynching

                             under the pretext

                                         of fighting for human rights

You’ll get epithets like “unsung cattle”

                                         (literal translation from Serbian)

Or an invitation addressed to you,

                             to the gallows, that “misogynous male pig”

 

Hashtag stayed hidden from the public

I wrote a letter to a person in the cell:

Person number A9379AY –

That’s man’s number!

The number of body and mind

The number of soul

It is the number of imprisoned wings

                             in an attempt to fly

 

No, I didn’t announce it out loud

Auschwitz-democracy is very alive

I’ve sent registered letter of support:

                      Always for wings!

                      Always for freedom!

 

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1.28 pm – 1.37 pm

31st December 2021

Friday

(North-West London)






Migrant worker in his everyday

 

I got up and fell asleep again

morning spider was already in its hiding place

terrible migraine attack from the right

nausea, pink and baby-blue stripes on the left

a mission paper for reducing suicide rate in men

                                                                    of under 45

some sort of turquoise shade with capital letters –

                                                          TOTAL LEGEND

                            with some golden surrounding shade

the loss of every life is the passing of another me

flowing through my veins

reaching the tips

youth is slipping away into so-called wages

when actually it is not enough for a landlord

his book-keeper named Joy

sending harassing messages

Joy – very amusing name for someone who's working

with money

sucking every penny from universal credit receiver

nearly eviction –  she said last month

while I already don't have enough food in the fridge

 

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ended around 10.50 am

2nd October 2021

Saturday













Friday, 18 February 2022

 

the horror of drifting


 

it's not a film

I simply collapsed

on the ground

offering a sacrifice - self

all the balance is reflected in that

every day at the same time - the matrix

every morning you pour water from a plastic bottle

as the meaning of existence

that water in the glass is a sacrifice

innocence, chastity, a childlike character in reflection

a maid in this bourgeois society

pink-happy suitability

smile! - they say

that is why we indulge in immense suffering

I don't have a home - I realized

maybe too late?

a strong wind today is hitting the face

the slaps are stringing

I hide behind potted flowers in an advanced depression

yes, it's simple

the bus with the first floor more and more often, the reddish one

knot with breathing apparatus completely mechanical

parting rolls like a word

at dawn

ordinary words are pronounced in an unstable place

their right to imbalance


I walk on the edge

 

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19.58 h – 20.09 h

February 18th 2022

Friday

/West Drayton, Hillingdon County of London/

Saturday, 1 January 2022

tears dry on their own

Transient weight between cerebellums

 

Yesterday, rocking on the bus, I vomited the contents of my only meal

The engine failure in gray mass looks through the windshield

My position was too politically "incorrect"

 

The question is how the female seagull is said in English in just one word

Because a female seagull is not the same as a seagull, if we are guided by gender-sensitive language

 

She is sitting on the boards of an unknown pier

Dressed in black, as always, looking somewhere

Far outside towards me

 

When I wake up in the morning with a transient weight between cerebellums

In a figurative sense, it is difficult to explain the mechanical maneuvering in the bus

 

Steps with the dog on the podium

Elderly people with incises on their faces

I would stand by waiting for tears dry on their own

 

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11.54 h – 12.02 h

01/01/22

Saturday

(West London)


Saturday, 25 December 2021

Christmas poem


PopWash


The headache passed on the horizon of the supervisor’s message

Concerns that I may not be on the same position

Breathing hard, the body stood up

Wears bicycle leggings

A huge curve of saliva accumulated on the tongue

Legs with feet in socks and toes went into the shoes


Water flows down my back

After talking in the office and washing in the small kitchen dishwashing room

A gift followed:

- We want you in the team in the new year as well.

He said.


After the shift was over, I rolled on wheels

Turning the pedals to West London

I had something beautiful to hope for.


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20.43 h - 20.54 h

24/12/21

Friday

(Christmas Eve)