This strange egg you've incubated
has sprouted skinny chicken legs.

It follows you around clucking at
every throaty word you nasty-utter.

Pointing and pecking at your guilt
borne by some years ago sin which
all others hatch from and you keep feeding,
Remorseful grains of misdeed shell grit
to harden its anxious green shell.

With no law outside itself the taint faint
heartbeat of your reproof I hear beating
like fear's unglued false eyelashes

You soft swaddle it with empty gestures.
It gestates in every grimace of piety.

I watch it govern your vocation of drab
and undramatic mastery of feathered illusion.

I want to tear shreds in your black satin cape,
To avalanche your fears into frosty exile.
Burn them screaming in the blinding white of
anemic unconscious,
the blacking out.

Hang a trophy **** of your winged demon
taxidermied with glass eyes above my bed.

My compass needle has lost your polarity
there's just a crude representation of pain

I will plant this seed you gave me, in Lethe;
The River of Forgetfulness on its grey shore.

A watery landscape without vanishing point.
Where a white heron will weep tears of sorrow,
like a human to feed hope's tender shoots.

Backstage Drake show,
don’t know how I got here,
heart beats *******,
feel every feeling except fear,

at Drake’s last show,
of The Boy Meets World Tour,
backstage without a backstage pass,
how the heck did I get here?

Life so blessed,
there’s no need for a backstage pass,
always All Access,
no matter where on this atlas,

facts facts facts,

everybody misbehaving,
no one knows how to act,
on our worst behavior,
wish we could bring **** Back,

actually,
can barely believe we exist,
and all of the quotes I wrote,
are starting to sound like a To Do List,

my God what type of life is this,

in first place,
which wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place,
how the Hell did I end up,
backstage at a show hosted by Drake,

how’d I get picked for first place VIP,
when I wasn’t even close to being a First Round Draft Pick,
how can I live a life so viciously victorious,
at the same time terribly tragic,

I don’t know,
just know it all happened like magic,
like that’s it,
like going from being an anonymous to an A-List actress,

beats bumping heart pumping,
sold my heart but kept my soul intact,
and if want a seat at the table,
all you have to do is ask,

go ahead,
let’s make this a conversation
but if you run your mouth too long,
I might start running out of patience,

and then you’ll lose your chance and your placement,
just saying,

just finished another world tour,
Boy Meets World 2017,
on this wild ride like a rodeo with OVO,
only one word to describe this and that’s “Amazing.”,

backstage Drake show,
don’t know how I got here,
heart beats *******,
feel everything except fear,

at Drake’s last show,
of The Boy Meets World Tour,
backstage without a backstage pass,
how the heck did I get here?…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

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Ljudi, hej ljudi, čiji je ovo tužni pas !?
Gledajte samo kako se
šćućurio tu u uglu,
i kako se samo trese od hladnoće…
Ljudi, hej, pogledajte,
da neko od vas nije izgubio psa,
pogledajte, nije džukac,
gle samo kako mu se crna dlaka sjaji,
pogledajte,
pa to njemu suze idu.
Ljudi, deco,
čiji je ovo pas,
poslednji put pitam,
ako ga neko ne odnese na toplo, uginuće.
E, ako je tako, nosim ga ja svojoj kući.
Dođi kuco, dođi.
Tako…
Jao što su ti se smrzle šapice,
sad ću tebe ja odneti svojoj kućici,
to će ti biti novi dom,
imaćeš i šta da jedeš,
biće ti toplo i čuvaćemo jedan drugog.
Pa muško si, ček da vidim…
Pa jesi, jesi muško si…
E sad da te ušuškam u svoj kaput i idemo,
ček samo da uzmem maramicu
da ti obrišem te suzice,
jeste tako,
nema potrebe da plačeš više,
sad imaš svoj dom.
Samo da smislim kako da te zovem…
Samo da smislim…
Čupko !
E, zvaću te Čupko, mali moj…
Eto, obrisali smo suze,
samo još da ti obrišem tu penicu sa usta…

A clock tower chimes gracefully in the distance.

My time has ceased to exist long before I ever got the chance to see it, I've missed it.

The virtues that I long for dwell not in this forsaken world.

No longer will a boy grow tall and strong.

Now he will complain of the strain and pain inflicted by the selfish souls that pre existed.

My time has came and went, but I seem to have missed it.

I'm a killer, blood red. Heart filled with confusion and body disillusioned.

Blood in blood out, this is the life I chose and I don't care whether you think its right or wrong.

I spend my nights out, but don't be scared, theres nothing to fear.

Into this world we're born, and in this world we'll die.

Family will cry, but not a tear in this eye for I have seen the dream so many of you claim to be the ambition for fame, torn and burned.

Scorched are the bodies of lust and deception that neglect to respect my ethic.

Don't test it just accept it my dear.

My name is Thomas de Charney
16 years old but rarely play
Father a humble Templar Knight
Pedigree noble bloodline might

Was born special is all I know
For God’s direction to and fro
Shield from danger ab ovo
Reason revealed from His glow

Broadsword and lance, reading abound
Practice and fight til victors crowned
Warrior and Monk seen as one
One and Only Begotten Son

Father taught me the skill to fight
Learn skill to read on parchment write
Knight Templar to be, but then what ?
Fate left to God with no rebut

Then one day Father came to me
Young Parsifal son you will be
Sequestrated as directed
Pushed to excel unaffected

Templar Knight who carries his sword
Doing God’s work for no reward
Beget with specific design
Some day made known I do consign
_____________
Father, it’s time we practice, yes—deke the
wield of your sword and parry your blows, and
push myself until all the sweat has left my
body. For I am a young Parsifal soon to become
a Templar Knight.

కాలం   అనే   భాటలో  కలహాలెన్నో  ఉంటాయే . .
కష్టాలనే  తలచుకుంటే  కన్నీలే   ఆగవులే  
కన్నీలతో    జీవితం  కాదు  మనకు  స్వాగతం . .
కష్టాలను  దాటుతూ  సాగితేనే  జీవితం . .
hovu ovu ovu ovo
కలహాలనే  కట్టిపడేసి  ముందుకు  సాగే  జీవితం . .
కుంచె  పట్టి  రంగులు  చల్లే  జీవితం . .
కళలకు  రంగులను  దిద్దే  జీవితం . . .
సాహసమే  ఊపిరిగా   సాగిపోయే  ఈ  జీవితం .
hovu ovu hovu ovu. .

Usred noći nagon me probudi
Moram na WC na visokoj sam uzbudi
Svjetlo palit odlučio sam neću
No nasred hodnika suze mi poteću

Na kraju hodnika On tamo stoji
Zovem psa u pomoć on se ničega ne boji
Na poziv upomoć on se nije odozvao
Čak i i nakon obećanja keksa nije se pojavio

Sada ja i Slenderman smo ostali sami
Prokleti lik koji stanuje u tami

Zajebi ti ovo, pišat više nemoram
Sad svaki put iz sobe sjekiru furam

Pod plahte skrivao sam se uplačen
ovu avanturu ponovit ne želim
Opran paranojom sada ti kažem
Iz ove kuće se što prije selim

Little Agnes sits alone hugging beloved teddy tight.
The lights have gone, the sun long since fallen.
The sickly odors fill the room.

Creaking floorboards, the foundation settles,
the howling wind and tapping branches.
A shudder deep traces her spine.

Mommy had gone away again. Off to work she claims.
Agnes knows the truth, one she mustn't share.
She knows more than she ought, costing precious sleep.

The minutes drag on, each an hour long
whispers of her mind growing stronger.
The words have formed, now to invoke.

Majka živi, ​​majka saznaje.
Ovo je igra koju neću igrati.

Round and round, Agnes chants.
Again and again the words repeat.
Echos shake the walls; rattle her soul.

Precious child, corrupted now.
Mr. Teddy begins to grow.

Eyes glow crimson, fangs sharpened.
Ears pull back as rumble becomes growl
Teddy will keep her safe, at the peril of those who would disagree.

The door **** turns, creaking hinges
announcing mommy's return.
She calls for little Agnes, summoning to her side.

Tonight Agnes does not respond, does not come.
Holler again to no avail, mommy begins to search.

Down the hallway, second on the right.
Reach for the handle that meets with mommy's hip
as the door bursts to splinters.

Mr. Teddy is on duty, mommy screams amidst the fangs and claws
ripping at the flesh.
Pain and terror overcome as she gazes past her demise, little Agnes sitting there with her baby blue eyes.
The last she will ever see as darkness overcomes.
The pain fades, the sounds lost, farther and farther into eternal night.
Mommy breaths no more.

Still Agnes sits, watching her guardian shrink back down.
His eyes dull, fangs recede,
Growl returns to rumble and fades altogether.
His job complete.

Slowly standing, precious Agnes crosses to the door.
She kneels next to mommy and pulls beloved teddy from her chest.
Back to the bed, holding teddy tight.
Agnes breathes a sigh of relief and calmly falls asleep.

o kamenu suvi kad u tebi
počne ovo razdanje da kuca
pogledaj i vidi gde mi se pogled gasi
željan
miris osmeha pogleda iskrenog
njenog

ave
velo
oval
ovo
I owe

i can't say the word

Juce sam imala neku terapiju na senjaku u 11h, kicma, u zurbi sam izasla iz stana okrenula 2 puta kljuc, izvukla ga, spustila se stepenicama do lifta, pozvala lift, a onda se setila da nisam ponela mobilni, bio mi je vazan, okrenula se, spustila stepenicama, izvadila kljuc i krenula da ga ubacim u bravu, kad ono nece, probaj drugi put, nece, treci, nece, sijalica ne radi, neki polumrak, cucnem da vidim da se nesto nije pomerilo, gledam kljuc da se nije polomio, oblija me znoj, ne mogu da verujem, pocinjem da se nerviram, vec kasnim na terapiju, ustajem spustam se niz stepenice, zovem lift, dok se vozim do dole razmisljam, trebace mi bravar, ne mogu da cimam tatu, znam za jednog na vracaru pravi kljuceve, mozda se razume i u brave, al subota je ko zna da li mogu da ga nadjem, dolazim do stanice, ulazim u trolu, vozim se kratko, srecom postoje table koje me navode do mesta gde sam se uputila, uazim u zgradu, doktor me prima, vrsi pritisak na bolno mesto, izvija me, mozda da se vratim da pitam komsinicu da li ima baterijsku lampu, da probam jos jednom, prebacuju me na struju, laser i ono trece uvek zaboravim, lezim na boku, prija mi hladan gel, zalim se sta mi se dogodilo, tesi me, mozda je sve u redu, ipak cu se vratiti da pogledam jos jednom,  ulazim u trolu, cekam zeleno, smirujem sebe, bice ok, prelazim ulicu, proradice, dolazim do zgrade, ulazim u lift, pritiskam dugme za cetvri sprat i tad shvatam gresku u koracima, pocinjem da se smejem, mislim se, da li me je neko video od komsija, spustam se niz stepenice bez problema ulazim u stan, nastavljam da se smejem, ne mogu da verujem sta sam uradila, rekli su mi da u stanu ispod ne zivi niko, srecom, uzimam mobilni, zakljucavam vrata, silazim niz stepenice, spustam se liftom, vozim se trolom, svracam do kokija da se castim nekim secerom, kakvo olaksanje, odlazim kod mojih na rucak, pomislim na tebe, pomisim i na sebe i svoju izgubljenost, ne zameram ti na reakciji, shvatam da te nesto puca iznutra, puca i mene, i ko bi poverovao da je takav susret moguc opet, logika namece, ako je ono pocetak, ovo je kraj, ali kraj cega, i da pobegnemo, da precutimo, da se sutra susrecemo bez prepoznavanja, problem ce i dalje ostati u nama.

mh maj 2017

mh

BIK

Reč februara za vas je eksperimentisanje. Obavezno probajte nešto što niste nikad ranije, slobodno u to uključite i igračke. Ne razmišljajte o posledicama, samo uradite to za čime žudite već dugo. Sredina meseca delovaće vam nekako dosadno, ali ne dajte da vas to zavara - februar će za vas na polju seksa biti posebno uzbudljiv mesec.

:)

mh

vodi mi se ljubav

mh

Ima jedna devojcica zove se Nika. Gledam je kako raste vec dobrih godinu dana od kako skoro svake nedelje odlazim na neke casove. Uvek me doceka ispred vrata na stepenicama, onako uzbudjeno, pozdravi se, malo se izmazimo i onda je zovu u drugu sobu ne bi li smetala casu, mada zna ona da se usunja i dodje po jos mazenja.  Dok je bila mala to je bilo lako, prosla bi ispod staklenog stola, kojim sam uvek zabarikadirana sa jos dve fotelje. Jednom nesvesna da je porasla skoro pa se zaglavila , samo je uspela da proturi glavu ispod stola tek toliko da joj njuska izadje kod mene.

Inace Nika ima sad taktiku kako da se tako velika smesti na krilo. Prvo sedne ispred tebe , sva je fina, mirna, onda ti pocnes da je mazis, a ona ti uzvrati sa kojim lizom, sto je vise mazis sve te vise lize i onda krene podignutim prednjim sapama polako da te gura i da ti se priblizava licu pokusavajuci da te lize i kako imas tedenciju da se odmaknes otvori se prazan prostor na kolenima gde ona samo prebaci svoj trup i onda je opet sva mirna ko bubica i uziva (i tesko ju je skloniti :) ).

Pre nekoliko meseci Nika nije bila dobro, nesto je pojela napolju i ukucani su bili poprilicno zabrinuti jer je to bio prvi put da je vide takvu. Sela je u fotelju pored mene i spustajuci njusku prema vratu dok je mazim kao da je govorila: " ne nisam danas dobro"

Nika je retriverka.

Podsetila me je na jos jednu devojcicu koja je isto znala da dodje i pozdravi se sa mnom.

Jednom, bila je neka guzva, iz druge prostorije cula sam je kako laje sto se nije cesto desavalo, a i ovo lajanje koje se ponavljalo nije bilo oglasavanje kad neko dolazi ili lajanje na nekog prolaznika, vec da nesto nije u redu i to vlasnici pasa sigurno znaju i prepoznaju ali vlasnica tada nije bila tu.

Nakon nekog vremena verovatno ne znajuci vise sta ce, setila se i dosla je do mene u drugu prostoriju gurajuci glavu ispod stola i daju ci mi znak da joj je muka. Ustala sam i otvorila najbliza vrata, razumele smo se i ona je odmah krenula za mnom da joj otvorim vrata od unutrasnjeg dvorista kako bi mogla da se jadnicak tamo olaksa. Do dvorista u prolazu pored ulaznih vrata, u prostoriji sa zasticenom vrstom, ona je vec bila izbacila poprilicno iz sebe, a niko je nije video niti cuo.

Kad se setim toga da je dosla kod mene i da sam mogla da joj pomognem, meni draga zivotinja :)


hm maart 2017

Pre par godina, izlazim iz kuce i upucujem se pravo na pesacki prelaz.

Na prelazu onako po pravilu pogledam prvo desno, a odozgo ide taxista, cini mi se usporava, a iza njega jos dva automobila.  Mislim, ako taxista stane, mozda ga ovi iza zaobidju. Nije bas za prelazak.

Pogledam levo, a odozdo jedan jurca kao da ni ne vidi da je u blizini pesacki prelaz. Mislim se, kakvih ludaka ima, ne prelazi jos.

Pogledam opet desno, taksista se zaustavio, a ovi iza takodje. Mislim, mogla bih sad, samo ovaj sto jurca odozdo da prodje.

Pogledam levo, a ovaj sto je jurcao zaustavlja se ispred pesackog, sta mu bi?

S desne strane prilazi otac sa malim detetom, 2-3 godine drzi ga za ruku i videvsi da je ovaj stao, gledajuci samo ka njemu, zakoracuje da predje ulicu.

U istom trenutku okrecem glavu ponovo na desno, a odozgo stvorise se niotkuda kola hitne pomoci koja jure bez sirene. Hvatam brzo coveka za rame i naglo ga povlacim  unazad, i u istom trenutku kola hitne nam prolaze ispred nosa.

Tad shvatam zasto je onaj ludak stao, ne zbog pesaka nego zbog hitne pomoci koji su iz suprotnog pravca jurila u njegovoj traci.

Nakon toga prelazimo ulicu, a otac iza mene se smeje, zahvaljuje i dobacuje "znaci ovo je onaj vic, ...sreca u nesreci".

Uzvracam mu osmehom i nastavljam svojim putem i dalje smejuci se u sebi sta mi se desilo i sa jednim lepim osecajem da sam nekom mozda spasila tog dana zivot :)

*mh, Decembar 2016

Vidim prionulo se odmah danas na oblikovanju zelje, sto pohvaljujem. Savet, nikako ne zamisljati u celosti dok Deda Mraz ne da odobrenje za zelju se postuje, sto pohvaljujem takodje.

Ovo sto sam danas videla izgleda dosta dobro, moram priznati. Ti raspolozena, doterana, neka dobra muzika u pozadini te pokrece, nogice rade, VELIKA raskrsnica, MOCNO, CRVENO  i znam, znam, ja sam morala ovog puta da se krecem u drugom pravcu i prodjem ti iza ledja, sve ok, moramo da ispostujemo Deda Mraza. Samo bejb ako mozes da me ne zamisljas da sam u ciklusu, da me boli stomak, glava, mislim da ne zaboravis da preoblikujes to, da i ja budem voljna i zeljna za sve sto treba u toj tvojoj zelji.

:)
mh

Bik
Ovo bi mogao biti sjajan dan da napišete neki izveštaj ili samo zapišete svoje uspomene. Nemojte se ustručavati da uzmete papir i olovku (tastaturu!) – bićete veoma plodonosni.

U jednom gradu ziveli su muz i zena. Kaze muz zeni: " Idem sutra ujutro poslom do drugog grada, vracam se sledeceg dana"
Sledeceg jutra muz odlazi. Nakon sto je otisao zena prelazi preko mosta na drugu stranu reke i odlazi kod ljubavnika. Nakon provedene noci sa ljubavnikom, zena krece nazad kuci ali na drugoj strani mosta ceka je ubica. Zena sta ce, spusta se do camdzije ali camdzija odbija da je preveze preko reke jer nema dovoljno novca. Zena odlazi do ljubavnika, ljubavnik joj kaze:"Nemam para, za ovo si sama kriva" i izbacuje je napolje. Zena razocarana odlazi na most, prelazi ga i ubica je ubija.

Ko je po tvom misljenju odgovoran za zeninu smrt:

muz
ljubavnik
camdzija
ubica

Poredjaj po redu od najvise do najmanje odgovornog.

mh

Ko da moras nesto da das za uzvrat

Ne moras

Al, bilo bi lepo :)

Za pocetak recept za tu tvoju fantasticnu tortu,
pa onda neku dobru knjigu,
pa neki film
(ovo cisto onako spominjem, moj broj je 42)

a onda polako svojim tempom sve ostale perverzije

pa ako tvoja iskrenost nadje neki put da se prikaze ja cu biti srecna da saznam kako ja mogu da se nosim sa njom.


mh

Nisam ja stvorena za ovo vreme

mh

Jel dovoljno ovo sto imam?

hm

An answer to ha-shem:
Yahweh...
   I am ha-yakim...
Jak i Kim...
        If I don't disappear
into India and among
the Ummah in the next year
**** me forever!
Ha'Akim said.
Y (serpent)

Δ (man)

∇(Gods)

now slide the hexagram
across the allingment
to the clock
with the *******
turn the Star of David
to the side...
with the *******...

A carpet with an open
book... "geometry".

and by... Ha-Yakim (Ha'akim)
I say:
The or... He who knows
Yah-ah-Kim...
         He who knows....
Himself as who knows who
Knows and himself: doesn't
Know...

       Ja: Kim?!
I: who are you? Ha:
not so much a definite article
borrowed from Hebrew:
but I do laugh a lot.

Kto ty?! Who are you?
Ja... jam jest ja...
No to kwitkiem: ten kto.
Quo owo ash vadis.
Quis es?    Owo... ovo:
one you two uu voltzwagen
diabolical polo.

A generation of souls
rescued from
the liturgy of the celebrated
Mongol Khan...
Of those known by a different
surf of history:
the Khim.

Not to paraphrase Heidegger...
rather for an idea to evolve
from da-sein: there-being...
id est:
             there's being: no concern
but yes, concern...
for every knot of no (indefinite
negation) through to
        not (definite negation) -
party theme, ex-prince halfpenny
'irty 'arry in mustard ***** khaki
as a stormtrooper
with Korean girl fetishes for
Yougo Boss the splendour of ZZ-top
Abwerh timid grey
und zee... nacht-schwarz-stiefel-lecken
of those... razor dressed
and attired... evil... evil: mensch...
menace of Yiddish
corrupting the Deutschezunge
that Hebrew could never arrive at
in either English, Spanish or Polish...
almost like baiting the Holocaust...
in the security industry
a sense of commeraderie unlike
communism something more personal
and disarming
humanising a sense of being more
than a traffic cone high viz *****
parody...
so from dasein through to: actual
(but not authentic -
    authentic replaced by synthetic
in turn reaching out from beyond Kant
to contravene analytical approaches)
concern: synonym da-sein:
there nowhere to here and transcendental
through and into her...
a sense of being:
but not associated with time or space...
a mishmash of **** stink cobwebs
***** and spit...
         a zu-sein...
borne of and somewhat off:
together... without a quality adjective
suffic attache -ness
            id est id: vivo, ovo, occulus...
******... ***** Cyclops...
                 zusammen-sein...
      which is more than I can say
for the Idlamic project to convert secular
post-atheistic Europe...
proto-athristic...
it's almost as if these Arabs and pseudo
Pakistani Arabs never figured out
that Pan-Slavism existed long
before the current Pan-Arabic
failure rummaging in it's own filth
of wealth not properly distributed
under the principles of Izlam...
Pan-Germanism was short lived
and it never really was: to begin with...
not even with the aid of the North
America outlet of experiment.
yes: apostrophe is both the 'ebrew
YOD as is 10 and the consonant
******: for the two vowel catchers
of laughter and of sighs (HaaH)
better still: H'H... hayah...
"we" can fiddle with the W as cosine
and maybe even M via the sine fluctuation
or... just appreciate
the flow of the river
or the tumultuous errands of
seawaves nibbling and framing
the shores... as the Moon ***** around
with metaphors of chariots and
chiseled horse hooves.

Mrzim odmor koji je
bezanje od svakodnevice
i jos vise mrzim kada se
vratim sa odmora iliti od mora
u ovo sranje od zivota

mh