Offstage-Euthymia

Par suza se izlije u polupraznu čašu vode

Sa kojom zalijem crnu zemlju...

Iz koje, nadam se, možda jednog dana nikne koja mladica.

Za sva ona lica potonula i oronula u beznadni zdenac života

Propalica suza u kanti .. ajde, možda bude koja klica.

Angelic, perhaps evangelical

Deteriorated sound of an delirious flower

An Angel's trumpet singing in choirs

Whispering in repetitive subconscious intuition:

"Angel Mikkael, Angel Mikkael, Angel Mikkael"

By Marko Tivanovac

I'm not religious, and I heard about this delirious flower

Xray visions of a fever dream

Eye contact sharp as knives

Cutting through thread, invisible as breeze

Misanthropic risk to gnaw the blade

That cuts its sweat drop in the ripple

Echoing the sound of blood drip.

Cutting through, shivering through the spine

Nothing to hold on to.

Just to shiver and simmer in a fever.

Nothing to avoid in voided spaciousness

With glued eyes dreaming in a subconscious mess.

To say less... To be less.

To lay in restless rest.

Pine needles and splintering fiddles

Gesticulate tentation

By Marko Tivanovac

Enchanted in illusive pattern

Big and small

Cypresses and pine

Along the ginormous old oak and and it's bird flock

Cloaked by sun stream

Grass pallet dotted with flowers

Carpet of clovers

Blackbirds jumping and pecking

Brambles in ivy in vesture

Closure of thorns that stretch further beneath the skin

Ever growing and lush

Does it know the difference between season

New reason to spring, rupture, scream to stretch and reach the sun ray

Desolate whimpers of a crying insect

Metamorphosis with scoliosis

Gathering swarm on exoskeletal ruin

Bent and crude bones grinding their joints

Like teeth bare wearing off, detoriating

Thin and transculent, gnawed upon by it's heavy structure.

Bricks and constructs falling to ruin

Building left empty and ruined

Buried by nature, overgrown in new life, new rupture.

Abandoned to rot, but there is always new sprout, new springing

Beating around the flower bush

Savouring the nectar

New blooms catch raindrops raw

The ground seeps of generation of leaves

Feeding the soil, the soul of it's mighty fall.

Sturdy and tall. Grow wide, grow and catch the star rays tall.

Light seeker , hard and wise — which cannot be shaken by numerous blows

Be home to a birdsong, stretching branches long,

Shelter for many, big or small, weak or strong.

Remember it's all about the core.

Leaves and heads may sway but after harsh winds

You are steady, grounded, rooted down the soil.

By Marko Tivanovac

The gleam narrow pump of gentle arrest.

Anxious little fire, nervous in sorrow

To ease pumping wildfire so dire...

That gently spills.. caressing bruises of heartache.

Caged like a bird, a sparrow singing gently of sorrow.

Does it yearn, does it curl.. inside its wings.

To sleep down on pouring rain...

To dream of a river stream.. free — free and ready to flow.

Free and ready to fly, in dreams that flew.

Ostao si bez riječi — kao i ja.

Nove če se pisati, a do tad neću pričati.

Passionate kiss..

Of creative flow...

I can't summon that glow

No matter how I try I end up dry.

In the midst, deserted in desert.

Is there a connotation for oasis to drink up?

From thirst of desolate uninspiring devotion.

Morgue-like notion.

Where I can't seem to find words to inspire..

There is no line... No words to find.

Only self inspection... Barely any word selection.

Stuck somewhere intersected between bowels and vowels.

Her eye struck notion

Substrate concentrate

Of the lover's dose —

— inside the teacup.

As struck as lingering love potion.

Rooms covered in dust...

Winters eve

With a snowflake here and there

That turns to salty teardrop

Crystalized inside the cold of the eye

Who is that on my chest?

Like an insect in my eye

A night in the corner of the room

With a half empty glass of water to taste.