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You and me
warm bodies
even warmer thoughts
my legs are tired
your throat sore
from ice cream
we just ate
I stopped you
in a middle of a sentence
because I have a stone
loaded in my chest
a heart of stone
then i treat you like a porcelain
don't wanna leave any scratch
on your troubled soul
so I wont ask you straight question
that pierces thru body
like spotlight on a top of your head
'cause I know, you have no answer
so I will remain in solitude
like I always do
getting stronger
getting number
getting tired..
everything is the way we look at it
always strive for things that you love
Flames so high, so hot
that they turn green
and blue;
I hope darling
I really do
that you realize
that's the way i feel
for you
So much thrive
never ending
quest for the
impeccable
that we do
my love
we do
for the vast and divine world
around us
that gave us life and keeps us
guessing
do not get me wrong darling
i just wanna say;
imperfection
is a wonderful
blessing.
Perhaps, looking at the peak of the mountain can sometimes shroud the very present path only man can walk.
 Jan 2017 Jozef Vizdak
martin
morphine took charge
night came on
and turned into mourning
 Jan 2017 Jozef Vizdak
chris
j
 Jan 2017 Jozef Vizdak
chris
j
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness
-jsf
Crowd's clapping
People and children laughing
as if they were savages celebrating
sacrifice for the old gods
Only I remain silent, uninterested
without shape, without attitude
as a newborn
I watch them, lost
Lost as a wanderer
I cannot rest
nor breathe
They all seem to be fullfiled
with redundance
Only I am lost
Lost as a wanderer

Put me out of misery
Empty, my foolish heart
I fell like a lunatic
Poeple of this world are
enlightened by stars and moolight
Only me, darkened by sun
Only I, remain silent
in the darkness
desolate as a desert
abandoned and driven

I can bear that pain
I can let go that anchor
and finally set her free
'cause she listens
if you whisper gently

the very essence of her
will guide me;
only when
my ears are opened
*humbly
Fragments of mind
8th of January, 20:26, Dominican Republic
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