Tehnologika

Probrao sam neke svoje pesmičke, te reših da vam ih predstavim. Obzirom da se osećam prestarelo da pišem pesme (sada me priče više interesuju), sumnjam da još ću ažurirati ovu stranicu… ali… nikad se ne zna!

Tormented man

Tormented man
Walk a life in cement shoes,
Sorrow in my eye,
No bliss in my smile…
Some days I win,
But I mostly lose.

My Troy

My body crumbles beneath the load,
I’m no longer in my shell.
In my mind, on my way…
… to find a road,
That symbolizes the day I fell.

Thorn by animal I have felt,
Losing battles and the war.
Off my body I feel trapped,
Never free, never more.

This is the celebration of my defeat,
Hear thee… gather for the feast.
Throw my flesh and my bones
To this raging beast.

Here lies the murdered king,
On his very throne.
In my ending I feel joy,
I marked this place with a stone…
There it is… there’s my Troy.

A love poem

I forgot how to write a love poem,
Cause love is not what I feel.
I’ve tried to come up with a verse,
But it just doesn’t seem so real.

Man, I can’t write a love poem,
Cupid missed me with his string,
And what’s the word I strive to find
A butterfly…
It’s a bug – a non-romantic thing.

I give up – I can’t write a love poem,
I’m just a poor, illiterate fool.
Sweet words can’t reach my mind.
I’m focusing on heart
But only spot a blood-pumping tool.

The Witch

It’s a high night, moonlit sky…
In heavens she takes a flow…
One glimpse at her and my mouth’s dry…
My mind is thrown into vertigo.

She’s a priestess, her voice is magic,
Intoxicating my veins with desire…
My heart is dyed with her lipstick
And she dissolves my soul like fire.

She’s phantasm, a witch of Salem,
Casting spells to enchain my spirit,
She does it good and has no problem,
She knows me good… she knows I feel it.

Walking The Line

Walk that line boy,
Between high hopes and what is real
Don’t look down… fall is failure,
Driven by the demons of fear.

Dream on lad,
Cause dreams will define you… set you free…
Forge your life into a weapon of choice,
Cut the blindfold and let you see.

Run son,
And when the journey comes to a wall,
Fearlessly face the certain,
Jump and fly… never will you fall…
Just drop the final curtain…

Ponekad

Ponekad sanjam da letim
I kada spavaš ja osetim.
Kao ptica da zamašem krilima,
… i na rame ti sletim.

Ponekad ležim i razmišljam
Da li si budna ti.
Da li i ti ne spavaš
kada na mene pomisliš?

Ponekad gledam dok padaju zvezde,
I uvek istu želju zamislim.
Da li i ti misliš na istu
… ponekad pomislim.

Ponekad budna nestaješ i odlaziš.
Moja si samo dok spavaš,
… dok mene sanjaš.
Ne želim da se probudiš.

Pajac

Drvena lutka – smešni pajac,
Nepomično telo, vezano za žicu,
U nacrtanim očima jedino je… tajac
I groteskno-smešni kez na licu.

Pokriva se paučinom u njegovom kutku,
I čeka gospodara da preplete strune,
Udahne mu život i pokrene tu lutku,
Dok njegova duša, izdeljana, trune.

Svaki osmeh i nehotični dodir
Kontese od niti, njemu puno znače,
Večni kez na licu cepa ga u biti,
Pustio bi suzu… no nacrtano oko ne plače.

On ostaće pajac, smešna lutka stara,
I čekaće njegovu princezu od krvi i mesa,
Tople ruke, duge kose… duže,
al’ i ona ima svoga gospodara
i čeka njegov dodir da povuče uže.