Utorak, Decembar 08, 2009

Yearning

Captured heads in talking nets,
childs of sin, with love within,
no time to judge, just listen.
Worlds apart, their talk is art,
floor or ceiling, thoughts are screaming,
dare we touch the meaning.
Day or night, our faith is bound,
in dreams of wrath, we share the craft,
Queen within, please burn my sin...

[Odgovori]

Vao, kakvi stihovi! Kao reči nekog propovednika!

Comment by Marjan Milanov (12/13/2009 14:30)

Slobodan [Odgovori]

Pozdrav,
dopada mi se tvoj tekst.
Ja sam Slobodan ispred casopisa Mladi Reporter: http://www.scribd.com/MladiReporter
Zanima me da li bi zeleo da objavimo clanak o dekadenciji u nasem casopisu (ti ces naravno dobiti otstampane primerke) ?
Moj mail je: s.boban016@gmail.com

Comment by Slobodan (12/14/2009 16:53)

[Odgovori]

"childs of sin" children of sin? Malo mi nejasan ovaj deo.
Inace mislim da bi trebao cesce svoje filozofsko razmisljanje da pretapas u stihove.
Mada znas vec, hvalih te i ranije :)

Poz.

Comment by di (12/28/2009 14:51)

Pandora [Odgovori]

Malo mi nejasan ovaj deo.
Inace mislim da bi trebao cesce svoje filozofsko razmisljanje da pretapas u stihove.
Mada znas vec, hvalih te i ranije :)

Comment by authentic louis vuitton (09/27/2010 05:56)

... [Odgovori]

Lust in fire,
flare my desire..
whisper of silence
deep in our conscious...
mind is clear ..
but yet fullfiled,
with new joy and expectancy..

Comment by 2me (03/09/2013 14:52)

[Odgovori]

Ne znam jesi li pisao namerno da moze da se cita i ovako..ili je slucajno ispalo..ali kako god..deep n' powerfull:)..
in talking nets,
with love within,
just listen...
their talk is art.
thoughts are screaming,
we touch the meaning.
our faith is bound,
we share the craft..
please burn my sin...

Comment by 2me (03/09/2013 15:14)

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