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Friday, 11 November 2016

Poem: Talk



After the rain of our imagination the leaves vanish
in the moonless darkness, away from sight, they whisper
can't count the nights spent decoding the stream of colours
sweeping inside my own skin, this life paints us
every possible shade and tone
to see the picture you have to listen beyond the silence
it's a shelter to let these written words speak for themselves
for we too often get lost in speech
we say less than we mean to say
and hope somebody received the message through
courage fails us or do words leave us?
we talk, yet who is still listening?
it's like speech has become a way
for us to admire our own voices
we talk and talk, yet we change nothing
our promises aren't followed by deeds
those who listened have become weary
anticipating the moment when we will
have nothing more to say
we like to argue about right and wrong
                justice and equality
but it seems too difficult to choose the harder right
are our real faces hiding behind the clutter
of old ideas, wishes, hopes and mistakes
have they nailed us to the ground
and we lay there comfortably
because we've given up on how it could be?
seasons and years give us opportunities
to improve and to change
and don't stand for less
sit down to talk and listen
about everything and nothing at all
dive deep inside
and bring back the real you -
and be raw.
*

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Poem: Years weigh differently in the heart


fiery surface of the river shining against the blue sky
golden pathway leading through the forests
- dressed in the autumn cloak
you may not notice it at first, but mirrors disappear
in the light of the nature at its finest
shadows of buildings haunting the dawning of the day
and I keep on singing the old familiar song about aloneness
lyrics lay on the tip of my tongue, can taste it in a kiss

our history is soaked through and through with blood spilled
yet the oceans remain deep blue and green
of todays' blood maybe the next generations will speak
they will be the judge of the fools we've been
it's up to them to select the books they will believe
much remains unwritten and unsaid
death still scares us, we keep distancing ourselves from it
until it reaches somewhere close to our hearts

how many days do we have to spend
before they are worth something to us?
how do you count the years
when they weigh differently in your heart?
we prefer to value something when we start to lose it
how many paths will we discover
before we find the right purpose of our lives
and decide it's time to follow it

will we ever achieve everything we set our minds to do
or are we just chasing those shadows
of dreams long gone, the ideas
that keep on slipping away
soaked with tears and sweat
how long before you know the role
you were meant to play?
maybe the one you never would have signed for

can you still recall the feelings
of all the masks you threw away
having learned everything or nothing at all
striving to keep the picture together
the over-valued science of being busy,
successful, yet poor in original thought
in the long run, the question is
which memories matter most?
*
It's a coincidence that this poem came together on the threshold of my 30s, but it's influenced by the books I'm currently reading and the things I keep on pondering.

Sunday, 18 September 2016

Poem: Reawaken


and so it goes…
years accumulate on you
you can tell it
by expectations society holds for you
when you look yourself in the mirror
do you see how many masks you shed?
meaning of old songs still ring true
there's a sadness surrounding -
those dreams you gave up
do you still hang on to fights long gone?
sometimes you feel like a winner
other times life knocks you down
no matter how far you go,
you can't outrun yourself
can you count all the reasons you gave
to excuse yourself
from the pressure of expectations?
they sell love as a piece of paper
and they put guilt on you, if you don't have it
pushing you to bring children into the world
even if they end up in broken homes
no one can know exactly how it feels
to live in your body,
 we are all alone
experiencing tastes in our own way
we pave our roads with our senses
with memories we create
and the future we build
like gardening -
things take time to grow
and patience for a good timing
everything grows at its own pace
bury your heart into the deep of the forest
hear the thumping of feet of the wild wolf inside
- your ancestors whispering in your blood
reawaken to the possibilities you hold
*

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
*

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