Feels like broken whiskey bottle junked behind an weary old bar

shattered teeth of an alligator impaled in his white skin,

he swears the days,and curses the nights

For what he earned is not what he wanted,

jaw with no teeth,but teeth in his skin left with no such pain

He walks the streets by daybreak,

leaving them afternoon...and still never had he seen the day,

neither tasted the silhouettes of night,his eyelashes shades of gray...

 

He is the one,a million,hundred,a billion...

 

He silenced the lambs,stuffed them with goose feathers,

lived parallel sides of the parallel,dying of cancer...

and again he's forming ashtrays of thin circles

to draw a line between others and himself...

A thin foot,strider walking through the cuts...

 

Lost without your shepherd,

today you were wandering this street by daybreak,

I saw you,and I see you now,

you're just about to leave it in the middle of it's so called greyness,

colorless,yet you are something,neither black or white...

 

And when the shift is over,the new day grows in my heart,kisses and hugs,

good old moments,a new ones...the one I dream in non-color...but still in color

Svaka čast! Stvarno dobro napisano. Nijesam siguran da kapiram citavu pricu,ali nije mi to ni potrebno da mi se svidi stilski i idejno.

 

Keep it up!

Hvala... ...napisano je u veoma loshem raspolozenju, dosta je metaforicna cela forma pesme,a jedino u takvom raspolozenju mogu da napisem poneshto dobro...

a jedino u takvom raspolozenju mogu da napisem poneshto dobro...

 

Slicna situacija je i sa mnom. S tim sto se ja ne usudjujem da svoje "radove" stavim na forum

Slicna situacija je i sa mnom. S tim sto se ja ne usudjujem da svoje "radove" stavim na forum

 

 

nema razloga da se stidis... ...stavi bar neki da procitamo...