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Polténost sanj o tebi
 
Začelo se je s poljubom.
 
Tako se začne in konča mnogo začetkov in koncev.
V sanjah najin začetek še traja in se vedno znova inkarnira malo nižje od tvojega popka.
 
Še nižje.
Še malo nižje.
Tam.
Prav tam, kjer si najbolj nežna in občutljiva.
Tam jezik kot ledenik spolzi in razcepi gladka hribčka, ki varujeta tvojo ženskost.
Tam, kjer je izvor vsega človeštva, tvojega poželenja in moje ješčnosti.
 
Počasi se dviga navzgor po dolini, katero vztrajno poplavlja tvoje hotenje.
Med vzponom se brbončice napijejo z okusom tebe in poženejo konico jezika kot raketo proti zvezdam.
 
Vrh, ki je bil prav tako deležen južnega orkana, je postal otok, ki ga jezik išče, najde, in zavzame.
 
Z močnimi sunki udriha po tem sečišču ekstaze in žgečkljive nenasitnosti.
Zaletava se, objema, draži, skoraj nasilno te izziva.
Ko je meja presežena, ko je vsega že preveč, se pridružijo tvoji prsti in zaplešejo z jezikom.
 
Ta pa naenkrat zapusti tvoj cvet in tik pred vrhuncem vanj prodre celotna moškost Grških bogov. Ves moj alfa se globoko dotakne tvoje omege: Odprite nebeške duri, korenjaki!
 
In pride ti.
 
Prihajaš in prihajaš.
Valovi presežejo vse bregove, in čeprav se zaradi vrtoglave opojnosti tvoj bit želi upreti nadaljevanju sunkov, jih tvoje telo, zasvojeno z željo po neobvladljivem, hoče, potrebuje, zahteva.
 
Porušijo se jezovi.
Nocoj bo tvoj tempelj odprt za čaščenje vsega neopisljivo lepega, neobsegljivo krepkega in nepotešljivo mamljivega.  
 
Ritem pa se je začel.
Razbil bo tišino noči in le zora naj pozdravi silhueti najinih združenih teles.

Slikar / artist: @bbklondon

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Polténost sanj o tebi   Začelo se je s poljubom.   Tako se začne in konča mnogo začetkov in koncev. V sanjah najin začetek še traja in se vedno znova inkarnira malo nižje od tvojega popka.   Še nižje. Še malo nižje. Tam. Prav tam, kjer si najbolj nežna in občutljiva. Tam jezik kot ledenik spolzi in razcepi gladka hribčka, ki varujeta tvojo ženskost. Tam, kjer je izvor vsega človeštva, tvojega poželenja in moje ješčnosti.   Počasi se dviga navzgor po dolini, katero vztrajno poplavlja tvoje hotenje. Med vzponom se brbončice napijejo z okusom tebe in poženejo konico jezika kot raketo proti zvezdam.   Vrh, ki je bil prav tako deležen južnega orkana, je postal otok, ki ga jezik išče, najde, in zavzame.   Z močnimi sunki udriha po tem sečišču ekstaze in žgečkljive nenasitnosti. Zaletava se, objema, draži, skoraj nasilno te izziva. Ko je meja presežena, ko je vsega že preveč, se pridružijo tvoji prsti in zaplešejo z jezikom.   Ta pa naenkrat zapusti tvoj cvet in tik pred vrhuncem vanj prodre celotna moškost Grških bogov. Ves moj alfa se globoko dotakne tvoje omege: Odprite nebeške duri, korenjaki!   In pride ti.   Prihajaš in prihajaš. Valovi presežejo vse bregove, in čeprav se zaradi vrtoglave opojnosti tvoj bit želi upreti nadaljevanju sunkov, jih tvoje telo, zasvojeno z željo po neobvladljivem, hoče, potrebuje, zahteva.   Porušijo se jezovi. Nocoj bo tvoj tempelj odprt za čaščenje vsega neopisljivo lepega, neobsegljivo krepkega in nepotešljivo mamljivega.     Ritem pa se je začel. Razbil bo tišino noči in le zora naj pozdravi silhueti najinih združenih teles. Slikar / artist: @bbklondon #wordsmithpoem #eroticism #eroticpoetry #erotika #poetry #poezija #pesem #cunniligus #Art #woman #slovene #pesem #slovensko #slovenskapesem #colours #explosion #orgasmic #lovesong #sexy #sexysong #poetsofinstagram #writer #goingdown #tongue #lust #lovepoetry #painter #Painting

15
1
8 days ago
Goo the Fudge is Alice
 
Alice never fell down the rabbit hole,
she just took on the most peculiar role.
In Hyde Park, a tweedy trip before dark,
the girl decided to go for a stroll.
 
Along clambered a strange sod named Carroll,
draped in gruesomely ghastly apparel.
He offered her tea spiked with LSD,
she drank enough to fill a barrel.
 
Alice was rocking first back and then fro,
her hands, now enormous, started to glow.
While rising high, the Queen skipped on by,
selling Cheshires with whiskers to go.
 
Hippy-di-hop came a bunny in white,
and asked the young lass to pass him a light.
Now playing cards with the Royal Guards,
Alice sure gave the poor creature a fright.
 
While willing the trees to turn back to red,
she got an odd craving for ginger bread.
Her trip was a thriller with no caterpillar,
so she chatted up lampposts instead.
 
When Alice crawled back home in the morn,
she felt quite tattered and tired and torn.
Hearing some clatter, mad as a hatter,
a deluded Duke was there mowing her lawn.

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Goo the Fudge is Alice   Alice never fell down the rabbit hole, she just took on the most peculiar role. In Hyde Park, a tweedy trip before dark, the girl decided to go for a stroll.   Along clambered a strange sod named Carroll, draped in gruesomely ghastly apparel. He offered her tea spiked with LSD, she drank enough to fill a barrel.   Alice was rocking first back and then fro, her hands, now enormous, started to glow. While rising high, the Queen skipped on by, selling Cheshires with whiskers to go.   Hippy-di-hop came a bunny in white, and asked the young lass to pass him a light. Now playing cards with the Royal Guards, Alice sure gave the poor creature a fright.   While willing the trees to turn back to red, she got an odd craving for ginger bread. Her trip was a thriller with no caterpillar, so she chatted up lampposts instead.   When Alice crawled back home in the morn, she felt quite tattered and tired and torn. Hearing some clatter, mad as a hatter, a deluded Duke was there mowing her lawn. #wordsmithpoem #wordsmith #poet #poersofinstagram #writer #poetry #alice #madhatter #mad #aliceinwonderland #hat #goofy #trip #hydepark #Queen #poem #queenelizabeth #duke #bw #blackandwhite #selfie #strange #rabbit #colours #sillysong #rediculousness #sillypoem

33
1
9 days ago
HARVEST 🍷💙

When night tumbles, oft I stumble out,
and leave me wife, oh, none the wiser,
I play the fool for her, no doubt,
of a hush pub dash, I be deviser.
‘Tis there I sink a glass or two,
and as the third one smacks me gently,
the world spins a wee bit askew,
I think of that harvest so intently.
 
Oh, such a young lad I was then,
an empty head, for drink affections,  
lusted after life, like all men,
who haven’t felt its dejections.
In the vineyard our day was spent,
the sun scorching us with hellfire,
wine flowed like it were heaven-sent,
down our necks, sweet thirst denier.  
 
‘Twas where me eyes first fell on her,
and me throat refused to swallow,
I could have died right there for sure,
I could have… well, no words to borrow,
When such a lightning strikes your skies,
your mind be lost to utter revel,
completely blinded are your eyes,
no more God, there is no Devil.
 
She kept her gaze under a thrown,
and cheekily giggling all the while,   
came to me as night cloaked her gown,
and we snuck into a grapevine aisle.
Now to tell ye what unfolded there,
speechless would be even Tellus,
I saw each star the sky did bear,
and tremble, tremble did the trellis.
 
Oh, more magical that night was then,
than any other before or after,
as it came, so it went again,
I knew not her name thereafter.
Never saw I that lassie’s face,
men may sow, yet 'tis God who then reaps,   
and youth just left without a trace,
for what time takes, time also keeps.
 
See, now I’ve got more than I need,
a field and trellises with sheathing,
no misery, no ills of health, and well,
me wife, she’s still up and breathing.
But when I sink a glass or two,
and as the third one smacks me gently,
the world spins a wee bit askew,
I think of that harvest so intently.

Original: Vandima by Iztok Mlakar

An incredibly beautiful song by an incredibly talented Slovene singer-songwriter.
 
I dedicate this translation to my dear friend @marnmatej because I know it's one of his favourites. 😊

HARVEST 🍷💙 When night tumbles, oft I stumble out, and leave me wife, oh, none the wiser, I play the fool for her, no doubt, of a hush pub dash, I be deviser. ‘Tis there I sink a glass or two, and as the third one smacks me gently, the world spins a wee bit askew, I think of that harvest so intently.   Oh, such a young lad I was then, an empty head, for drink affections,   lusted after life, like all men, who haven’t felt its dejections. In the vineyard our day was spent, the sun scorching us with hellfire, wine flowed like it were heaven-sent, down our necks, sweet thirst denier.     ‘Twas where me eyes first fell on her, and me throat refused to swallow, I could have died right there for sure, I could have… well, no words to borrow, When such a lightning strikes your skies, your mind be lost to utter revel, completely blinded are your eyes, no more God, there is no Devil.   She kept her gaze under a thrown, and cheekily giggling all the while,    came to me as night cloaked her gown, and we snuck into a grapevine aisle. Now to tell ye what unfolded there, speechless would be even Tellus, I saw each star the sky did bear, and tremble, tremble did the trellis.   Oh, more magical that night was then, than any other before or after, as it came, so it went again, I knew not her name thereafter. Never saw I that lassie’s face, men may sow, yet 'tis God who then reaps,    and youth just left without a trace, for what time takes, time also keeps.   See, now I’ve got more than I need, a field and trellises with sheathing, no misery, no ills of health, and well, me wife, she’s still up and breathing. But when I sink a glass or two, and as the third one smacks me gently, the world spins a wee bit askew, I think of that harvest so intently. Original: Vandima by Iztok Mlakar An incredibly beautiful song by an incredibly talented Slovene singer-songwriter.   I dedicate this translation to my dear friend @marnmatej because I know it's one of his favourites. 😊

19
1
18 days ago
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NEW LOGO WORDSMITH, your favourite local & global language service provider, has a NEW LOGO. ☆ writing: copy, content, more 🇬🇧 ☆ translating 🇸🇮 > 🇬🇧 ☆ proofreading 🇬🇧 ☆ voice-overs 🇬🇧🇸🇮 ☆ poetry & other fun stuff 🇬🇧🇸🇮 Visit / like / share WORDSMITH if you feel like it. I know you feel like it. Logo design: @petraderganc https://www.facebook.com/tom.smith.wordsmith

29
3
22 days ago
DEATH BADGE RESEWN

Learning from the past 
means applying your findings 
of what was done right
and what was done wrong 
to the present moment.
Palestinians are to Israel
not much shy of what Jews
were to Germany
less than a century ago.
Are there two sides to the Gaza coin?
Yes, but "God's Chosen People",
(not all of whom are hunter-settlers),
continue to choose the crippling policies
of historic dementia, and 
oh how easy it is to rearrange
the Star of David into a swastika:
A deleted line here,
a sharpened corner there,
and voilà!
Dear brothers and sisters of Zion,
land is mere sand under God;
stop wearing your grandparents’ 
death badges like twisted symbols
of ironic repetition. 
Let your people grow.

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DEATH BADGE RESEWN Learning from the past means applying your findings of what was done right and what was done wrong to the present moment. Palestinians are to Israel not much shy of what Jews were to Germany less than a century ago. Are there two sides to the Gaza coin? Yes, but "God's Chosen People", (not all of whom are hunter-settlers), continue to choose the crippling policies of historic dementia, and oh how easy it is to rearrange the Star of David into a swastika: A deleted line here, a sharpened corner there, and voilà! Dear brothers and sisters of Zion, land is mere sand under God; stop wearing your grandparents’ death badges like twisted symbols of ironic repetition. Let your people grow. #wordsmithpoem #poem #poet #freepalestine #freepalestine🇵🇸 #oppression #historyrepeating #cycle #israel #palestine #gaza #peace #stopwar #stopviolence #ghetto #karma #samepeople

21
3
a month ago
Kdo bi sploh še ljubil?
 
Po pravici, meni se ne da.
Nabirat znanje, brat novice,
samo sranje in krivice.
Koga vse bi še oskubil?
Mah, vse, prav vsakega.
Iskanje pohabljene resnice,
ali v ozadju skrite strice,
ne omagaj, ti kar zlagaj,
jebene spominke na police.
Pa cerkvene niso miši,
to si kar takoj zapiši,
so podgane in prasice,
cvik, cvik, hopsasa,
daj, nastavi drugo lice,
kurc, nastavim ti oba.
Kdo bi sploh še snubil?
Tipi smo itak vsi barabe,
babe pa iz druge rabe,
še sebi se nebi zaobljubil,
sicer pa, en krat dva,
kaj takega, komu se še da?
Ti, poglej, kaj pa onidve?
Pusti, za otroke gre.
Vsi se na frakcije delimo,
življenja drugih spustimo mimo.
Kdo bi sploh še ljubil,
a ni vse tako bla, bla, bla,
zakaj bi se še trudil,
saj sociala prav nič ne da.
Baje starejši vejo manj,
Nietzsche mrtev, bog prodan,
mize polne so potice,
poglej ga poglej – teleban,
begunce lepo nazaj za žice,
ja, nabirat znanje, brat novice.
Kdo, zakaj, kdo bi sploh še ljubil?
Sebe, tebe, mene – ni šans,
pomisli najprej na avans,
vsak sistem baje prevara,
vsaka ustava pomolzena krava,
znanost pred očmi zastara,
vsak človek pa razočara.
Zakaj potem, kako, kdo,
kdo bi sploh še ljubil?
Na koncu itak boš izgubil,
plesal boš v krogih,
se vrtel, mogoče kaj zapel,
potem pa se s sekire snel,
verjetno na smrt zbolel ,
morda v eksploziji zgorel,
skratka, ovenel, postal plevel.
Kdo bi sploh še ljubil?
Po pravici, meni se res ne da.
Niti ne vem, zakaj sem našteval,
poljubne teme obdelal,
no, razen lakote in ozona,
kako je lažje biti cinik, prava mona.
Naenkrat pa zaslišim iz daljave,
nek šepet, je morda promet,
spet stari bla, bla, bla?
Nato pridruži se vizija,
ta zdaj tuli in zavija,
tam, daleč v daljavi,
kot vele-joški na striptizeti,
nepremični, morda nepravi.
Je ta privid komu v prid?
Pa le pogledam, poslušam,
pst, prisluhnite še vi:
Kdo bi sploh še ljubil, praviš,
preprosto, ljubiti bi želeli vsi.
Zato pa smo tam, kjer smo bili…
Alternativa je še bolj izmuzljiva.
No, pa dajmo: endvatri!

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Kdo bi sploh še ljubil?   Po pravici, meni se ne da. Nabirat znanje, brat novice, samo sranje in krivice. Koga vse bi še oskubil? Mah, vse, prav vsakega. Iskanje pohabljene resnice, ali v ozadju skrite strice, ne omagaj, ti kar zlagaj, jebene spominke na police. Pa cerkvene niso miši, to si kar takoj zapiši, so podgane in prasice, cvik, cvik, hopsasa, daj, nastavi drugo lice, kurc, nastavim ti oba. Kdo bi sploh še snubil? Tipi smo itak vsi barabe, babe pa iz druge rabe, še sebi se nebi zaobljubil, sicer pa, en krat dva, kaj takega, komu se še da? Ti, poglej, kaj pa onidve? Pusti, za otroke gre. Vsi se na frakcije delimo, življenja drugih spustimo mimo. Kdo bi sploh še ljubil, a ni vse tako bla, bla, bla, zakaj bi se še trudil, saj sociala prav nič ne da. Baje starejši vejo manj, Nietzsche mrtev, bog prodan, mize polne so potice, poglej ga poglej – teleban, begunce lepo nazaj za žice, ja, nabirat znanje, brat novice. Kdo, zakaj, kdo bi sploh še ljubil? Sebe, tebe, mene – ni šans, pomisli najprej na avans, vsak sistem baje prevara, vsaka ustava pomolzena krava, znanost pred očmi zastara, vsak človek pa razočara. Zakaj potem, kako, kdo, kdo bi sploh še ljubil? Na koncu itak boš izgubil, plesal boš v krogih, se vrtel, mogoče kaj zapel, potem pa se s sekire snel, verjetno na smrt zbolel , morda v eksploziji zgorel, skratka, ovenel, postal plevel. Kdo bi sploh še ljubil? Po pravici, meni se res ne da. Niti ne vem, zakaj sem našteval, poljubne teme obdelal, no, razen lakote in ozona, kako je lažje biti cinik, prava mona. Naenkrat pa zaslišim iz daljave, nek šepet, je morda promet, spet stari bla, bla, bla? Nato pridruži se vizija, ta zdaj tuli in zavija, tam, daleč v daljavi, kot vele-joški na striptizeti, nepremični, morda nepravi. Je ta privid komu v prid? Pa le pogledam, poslušam, pst, prisluhnite še vi: Kdo bi sploh še ljubil, praviš, preprosto, ljubiti bi želeli vsi. Zato pa smo tam, kjer smo bili… Alternativa je še bolj izmuzljiva. No, pa dajmo: endvatri! #wordsmithpoem #poetry #poet #poezija #pesem #ljubiti #love #poetsofinstagram #society #writerscommunity #besede #showmustgoon #onetwothree #observinglife #scarecrow #garden #sunnyday #sunday

21
0
a month ago
The Vicious Circle of Circling the Vicious

 #wordsmithpoem  #poetryislife  #poems  #poem  #poetrywriting  #poetsofinstagram  #poetryporn  #poetrylovers  #circle  #tbt  #poet

The Vicious Circle of Circling the Vicious #wordsmithpoem #poetryislife #poems #poem #poetrywriting #poetsofinstagram #poetryporn #poetrylovers #circle #tbt #poet

27
0
2 months ago
Easter Themed

Happy holidays!
Be your Christ, not your church.

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Easter Themed Happy holidays! Be your Christ, not your church. #wordsmithpoem #poetry #poet #easter #happyeaster #jesus #iamtheway #soul #woke #asleep #love #eastersunday #testingtesting #thisthingon #sea #HolySpirit #blues #rockamicrophone

17
0
2 months ago
Kozmični  begunci
👩‍🚀
 
Povsod jih vidim,
te ljudi.
So kot jaz,
kot ti –
vekomaj premični,
tranzitni,
bilijon zilijonov
jih plava
preko galaksij.
 
Od tu do tam,
pa od tam nazaj,
dihajo ogenj,
dihajo zrak,
plezajo, letijo,
se množijo,
umirajo, jokajo,
se znova rodijo,
zmoto gojijo,
iščejo smisel,
spodletijo,
ljubijo,
trpijo –
zgodbicam sledijo.

 #wordsmithpoem  #poetry  #poet  #poezija  #ljubljana  #stopnice  #staircase  #elevation  #cosmic  #light  #void  #blackandwhite

Kozmični  begunci 👩‍🚀   Povsod jih vidim, te ljudi. So kot jaz, kot ti – vekomaj premični, tranzitni, bilijon zilijonov jih plava preko galaksij.   Od tu do tam, pa od tam nazaj, dihajo ogenj, dihajo zrak, plezajo, letijo, se množijo, umirajo, jokajo, se znova rodijo, zmoto gojijo, iščejo smisel, spodletijo, ljubijo, trpijo – zgodbicam sledijo. #wordsmithpoem #poetry #poet #poezija #ljubljana #stopnice #staircase #elevation #cosmic #light #void #blackandwhite

23
0
2 months ago
Happy P-Day
🧙‍♂️📜

Tis rather befitting, would not you agree,
for Spring’s day two a Day of Poetry be?
How lovely it is to fill our world up with rhymes,
for the soul, heart and mind to dance to their chimes.
 
Rhythm is vital for the meter to run,
stanzas look pretty adorned with a pun.
Alliteration can cause such frustration,
like bubbly bees busy buzzing berserk,
such nonsense in meaning,
your head might be screaming,
yet oh what a wonderful perk!
 
A metaphor is but a vendetta for
a word or phrase wanting more,
and simile, apparently, like family,
can so much comparison endure.
 
These devices are there at your beck and call,
so write what you think and think as you go,
or jot something down for a lark and a show,
it can make so much sense or no sense at all.

Happy World Poetry Day! 🌻💙

 #wordsmithpoem  #poetrylovers
 #poetsofinstagram  #poems  #poet  #poetryporn  #poetrygram  #poetrycommunity  #poetryislife  #poetryisnotdead  #poetrywriting  #poetryislove  #poetrysociety  #songs  #songwriting  #lyrics  #writer  #writerscommunity  #rhyme  #worldpoetry  #2021

Happy P-Day 🧙‍♂️📜 Tis rather befitting, would not you agree, for Spring’s day two a Day of Poetry be? How lovely it is to fill our world up with rhymes, for the soul, heart and mind to dance to their chimes.   Rhythm is vital for the meter to run, stanzas look pretty adorned with a pun. Alliteration can cause such frustration, like bubbly bees busy buzzing berserk, such nonsense in meaning, your head might be screaming, yet oh what a wonderful perk!   A metaphor is but a vendetta for a word or phrase wanting more, and simile, apparently, like family, can so much comparison endure.   These devices are there at your beck and call, so write what you think and think as you go, or jot something down for a lark and a show, it can make so much sense or no sense at all. Happy World Poetry Day! 🌻💙 #wordsmithpoem #poetrylovers #poetsofinstagram #poems #poet #poetryporn #poetrygram #poetrycommunity #poetryislife #poetryisnotdead #poetrywriting #poetryislove #poetrysociety #songs #songwriting #lyrics #writer #writerscommunity #rhyme #worldpoetry #2021

18
0
2 months ago
In Her Eyes
 
She will never pick out a dress to wear,
with decorated braided hair,
because in the corner of her life,
a Brahman spectre turns the knife.
 
There’s but few lessons she can’t teach,
licking wounds so out of reach,
she dreams technicolour nightmares,
no school, no cool, no fancy day care.
 
And still in the corner of her life,
a boyish man cannot take a wife,
no getting off this merry-go-round,
here comes the train, Samsara bound.

📸@tom.smith_147 

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In Her Eyes   She will never pick out a dress to wear, with decorated braided hair, because in the corner of her life, a Brahman spectre turns the knife.   There’s but few lessons she can’t teach, licking wounds so out of reach, she dreams technicolour nightmares, no school, no cool, no fancy day care.   And still in the corner of her life, a boyish man cannot take a wife, no getting off this merry-go-round, here comes the train, Samsara bound. 📸@tom.smith_147 #wordsmithpoem #poetry #poet #india #mother #beautiful #eyes #differentreality #agra #2004 #trainstation #child #portrait #tbt

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2 months ago
Melanholija ali realno stanje?
»Oboje je le stanje.«
 
Komu se še da biti srečen
v svetu, zgrajenem iz nasmeškov,
ki jih pokonci držijo umetni stebri
medsebojnih (ne)odnosov?
 
»Sreča zahteva trud;
menjavo tišine in besed
ob pravem času.«     
 
Kako ljubiti z vero
v oprijemljivo prihodnost,
ko pa je ta le šum v ušesih,
ki ne želijo loviti
frekvenc svojih lastnikov?
 
»Ljubezen in prihodnost
čakata topljenje in izcedek
ušesnega masla.«
 
Nepristnosti in fasade –
so to res glavne sestavine
našega hlepenja po zadovoljitvi
nezadovoljivega?
 
»Da. Nedvomno.
Zadovoljstvo je stanje
brez hlepenja.«
 
Kako dosežem to stanje?
 
»Znotraj domuje. Vekomaj.
Le sprijazni se z dejstvom,
da je Ego lahko tudi samo jogurt.«

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Melanholija ali realno stanje? »Oboje je le stanje.«   Komu se še da biti srečen v svetu, zgrajenem iz nasmeškov, ki jih pokonci držijo umetni stebri medsebojnih (ne)odnosov?   »Sreča zahteva trud; menjavo tišine in besed ob pravem času.«        Kako ljubiti z vero v oprijemljivo prihodnost, ko pa je ta le šum v ušesih, ki ne želijo loviti frekvenc svojih lastnikov?   »Ljubezen in prihodnost čakata topljenje in izcedek ušesnega masla.«   Nepristnosti in fasade – so to res glavne sestavine našega hlepenja po zadovoljitvi nezadovoljivega?   »Da. Nedvomno. Zadovoljstvo je stanje brez hlepenja.«   Kako dosežem to stanje?   »Znotraj domuje. Vekomaj. Le sprijazni se z dejstvom, da je Ego lahko tudi samo jogurt.« #wordsmithpoem #poems #poetry #poetryofinstagram #flowers #ego #pesem #poezija #slovenia #roze #nature #inward #bees #miseldneva #peace #thoughtoftheday #colours #outthewindow #sunnyday

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3 months ago