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Jozef Vizdak Apr 2016
As the spring blew the winter’s touch away
and the country showed no signs of life,
from the ashes of those who had fallen
grew a bed of dandelions in a single night.
Jozef Vizdak Apr 2016
Crows were sitting on the line
looking down on crucified.
One smoked a long cigarette
the other had the smiling pipe;
rings were floating up and high
above those down crucified.
Sun was shining red and low
underneath flew Holy dove
as a God’s gift to the crucified.
Blood from wounds came dark and hot
the crows were in fact a hungry lot
praying upon the crucified.
And when the hour came and died
crows were there and clawed their eyes.
Jozef Vizdak Apr 2016
Why don’t you just **** me with those big dreams of yours,
why don’t you just put an end to the suffering of my fading soul?
And yet you’re still here, smiling with a lover’s smile,
wanting more and more ‘till you got just enough to survive the next day.
Forever in my head you dwell and sing the poisoned song of love
hoping that maybe someday, slowly I’ll marry you
and there and then I’ll change into the circus lion
great and majestic, yet powerless and weak
but most of all alone in darkness
with the relics of my soul dying like neon lights in the night
Being with you was trying to breathe by suffocating myself,
yet the short time with you was as bright as sun
and I adored you ‘till I died.
Jozef Vizdak Apr 2016
You see I’m broken, he used to say
My life gives no meaning to the time spent
What is there to live for?
I came to him and kissed him
But my love was never enough
For he despised something so low
In his search for greater reasons
And I lived for him in his darkest hours
tryed to tell him things like honor don’t matter
that I am here for him and that’s all that there is.
But he knew one day he’d be gone
And yet still thinking about our love
He would search determined to find
anything to prove me wrong
So he could justify his fear of being forever
in one place, with one person
experiencing the same fate
for in his love he couldn’t settle down
burning with fire impossible to extinguish
and what is left of him still writes this poem
while I’m recovering ready to give my heart
to someone that matters as once he did.
Jozef Vizdak Apr 2016
Two shadows were taken from the sky
to dance in circus being robbed of wings to fly

In the country of roses and waterfalls
which shape the silent rocks of old

They felt displaced, motionless
and people thought them cold

If only they could get their wings back
and left this place of misunderstanding

Only together they could be happy
In the sky among the stars forever flying

And maybe this song doesn’t make sense
and maybe I’m losing my mind

But you need to know that we’re those stars
we are flame and eternity, we are of one kind
Jozef Vizdak Apr 2016
"I can’t” she said
and he ceased to live

Alone on the mountain
never fighting the howling wind

Alone on the mountain
she’d asked him to be alive

“I can’t” he said
and she only braced her pride

“You’ll take me with you” she begged
but it never mattered for he was dead

And he looked at her
but she couldn’t match his eye

Out of suffering she cried
“If you long for it then go and die”

Alone on the mountain
snow flew around his soul

Alone on the mountain
there’s no living without her anymore

He said “I say unto thee
I beg you to stay with me”

Alone on the mountain
the death gave him first kiss

Alone on the mountain
he got first sign of relief

“I can’t” she said
and he ceased to live

“What life is it
when there’s no love in it”

“What life is it
when you left me on the mountain
saying: “Please wait for me”
and coming back when you see fit”

And me already dead
but yet still standing there
alone on the mountain
I won’t fight the howling wind
I’ll let the snow to warm my soul
I’ll return the deaths calling kiss"
Jozef Vizdak Apr 2016
Who am I 
Who is this life everybody talks about 
A stranger passing through 
Strange land
Cleansing rain
Winter cold bites the flash
A monk sitting naked on the snow
The first man and the last 
Ash and dust
Ash and dust 
Building a cottage with blooded hands
On the hill that nobody climbs 
The sky touches his head
The sun guides his heart
He looks into the world
And it is silent
Who is he
And who is this life you're taking about
A stranger passing through strange land
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