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Thursday, 25 August 2016

Poem: In Between Moments


waking up from sleep at 4 pm
thoughts hazy and black
can't put a finger on how long I've been away
feels like coming back from the end of life
pushing me out to do what matters most

there's a sadness all my own
can't explain how lonely it can get
how can we put time linearly
when measuring it feels like
putting it into a cup

some days seem to never end
and others they just fly us by
some moments stay close
and others go down in history
all in all, it's one big mixed cloud of the past

there's a beat coming from the earth
like warm, slow waves of the sea
embracing and calling us in
time is like grains of sand
slowly vanishing into memories

when you walk through
the forest of your reminiscence
you realize the importance
of choosing the people you live with
how they've coloured your days

different imprints they left in the heart
most decisions made are based on the feeling in the eyes
- how they steal
and give
and always speak the truth

how you think about yourself
makes all the difference
the way you carry your soul
either you lift it up to find home
or you suppress it from growing

night driving - miles rolling by
freshly you pick up where you left off
as you choose the next destination
and search for something better
hoping all this would change

soul finds home somewhere in between those miles
those long and heartwarming seconds
that we carry till the ends of the earth
and are only ours to know and experience
leaving a smile on our faces
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Friday, 12 August 2016

Blog: Mountains and travel

Feet have been happy running around and climbing hills and mountains. Weeks go by, and I can't follow, summer is almost behind us. Days are shorter and colder, yet there's a lot of energy left to burn, let's just keep fingers crossed for our knees :) These are photographs taken on these wanderings around the hilly surface of Slovenia.




 I visited Rome and Vatican in July, seeing Bruce Springsteen at Circus Maximus, which was fantastic.


I leave you with Triglav, a bit covered in clouds, now I'm off trying to put some of my thoughts into poems or to sleep.. we'll see about that.

Enjoy! :)

Sunday, 24 July 2016

Poem: Enough Care


I've been trying for so long to gather the right words
so it would sound the same in any language,
not to get any meaning lost in translation
everyone has a different understanding
with a different sense for right and wrong
the stories we capture create a ghost town in our lives
unless we make lessons out of them
people cross our path for a reason
under the spell of love it's so easy
to believe lover's lies, yet time
always reveals the right faces
and shows us the fools we've been
others may have seen it all along
and warned us in vain
you can't take back the words and the deeds,
only find a reasoning somewhere beyond the surface
our hearts fight bloody battles
yet they always manage to heal themselves
with enough care
it takes courage to watch the future unravel
free of fears and expectations
in any case, we've got a hell lot to learn

Monday, 11 July 2016

Poem: To find the human


Like a lost cloud in the sea of infinity,
with no connection to any place,
words trapped inside a bubble flow.
There are raging storms in this body of water;
waves rumble in the depths,
shaping the surface from the inside,
guarding pieces that have yet not been broken.
Constantly searching for the calm of rightfulness
Poet stands on the bridge between this reality
and what lays beyond the horizon;
baffled by all the possibilities, extending
dimensions of imagination, to open the eyes
in a world gone blind.
Who does it take to hear the song
of the tales that have long been unsung?
How many layers do we wrap our lives in?
So we can present this picture-perfect scenario
to the eyes of the world,
but loose our own sense of humanity;
What nurtures our dreams?
Living simultaneously as a part in endless stories;
Where do we find a place
to find the human in us?
*

Sunday, 1 May 2016

Poem: Ought to Permit

these walls have claimed
a right to cling onto me
even if I'd run away,
they would find me
and hold me tighter
to contain me inside
we make copies of ourselves
throughout our lives
many roles you can take on
but always follow through
in the things you teach
we spend our youth
drunk on the idea
that we could live forever
we'd be the first ones
as things start to fly by
we look for a sign of stability
gathering universal truths
this world is full of promises
you can choose to believe
anything you want
but once the mind silences itself
for those who learn to wait
things fall into place
not as you wanted them to be
but as they ought to be


Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Poem: Stream of consciousness




note follows a note
like night follows day
rusty old piano
still ready to tell a tale
but I fear I don't know
the keys anymore
what will we
achieve in this lifetime?
I wonder who will walk
behind me, trying to finish
all the ideas I failed to create
all the stories I failed to write
all the poems I kept inside
it's easy to judge the past
when looking at it from the future
how it steals us from the now
the long hours spent
being locked inside
your own shell
ever noticed what thoughts
became a part of you?
how some words
became a comfort zone?
some evenings it pours,
pours down in your mind,
the things that could've been
the moments you could've lived
leave a different taste of the days
maybe find a way to best describe –
the rhythm of the hearts you miss
the warmth of a loved one in your bed
the scent of your newborn in your hands
the way you felt happy when you
stretched the limits of your body and mind
the freedom you find when you acquire the void
the constant yearning to hear the music
and just dance in this universe
of possibilities and dreams
*
 Sometimes you hear a song, and thoughts just pour out; it's that simple.