Friday, February 1, 2019

ADRIATIK JAÇE



ADRIATIK JAÇE

SPIRIT OF THE SEA ..

A cold wild breeze
Is opening your heart  like shower foam on the heels of the shore ...
Throw your saturated  body from the winter feast
Then pulls out licking sand painful  granules...
Ehhh how bad the depth of your body is.
Seethe just like a big and deep pot ...
wisle the boil sounds ..
How many times the sun drowns on you ..
It plays with  you ...
You blush from the shame ...
It blushes the waves, hits the ridges ...
Paint the sky on the horizons, the wrath of the West.
How often have you prayed the coast!
How often did you messed it up !
How often have you embraced it !
This love -  hate as a romance  or as a battle .
You are in your unsecured calm.
So wise, easy, peaceful, like a wild horse that has just spread, but immediately explodes and foams.
Blur ...
The nostrils, to expand ...
Again, he leads the swing, moves and kicks.
While  his teeth bite the shore ...
Again, your soul relaxes ...
The lying coast remains the remnants of your defeat.
© Adriatik Jaçe
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Date: 08/01/2019.






ESCAPED LIFE

Her body slide like a desert snake ...
It was so tired..
As the steps seemegd to look like they had been through the centuries.
They were terribly terrifying steps terribly frightening and hungry.
The baby stutter in the sling bag
And in the horror walk, was sucking the salty nipples to find the baby milk  ...
He was striking the step that already tortures everything...
There have been days, that she was raining to save life from death ...
She followed step by step.
At the door of the protected shelter, from the flame, which was fool of anger ...
She was still willing to hear her husband's horrible calls, which attracted the killers' satisfaction, to save the two lives, to the horror of the escape ...
From far way, in the hidden casks, the beasts of the beasts that cut the prey were heard, they blew bloodshots ...
The sun was trying to eat at night ...
The clothes were wrapped  and just stayed in there bodies  ...
From then on, the sand dunes run to catch the sand dunes.
While the send granules, whipping the pieces of meat...
She  walks..
The soul wanted to come out of her own freedom, but she holds it with her teeth ...
Running in her arena ..
To save a life ..
A life that already absorbs the mother's blood, from her salty crack  breast ...
She's looking, caressing her head ...
While his two eyes laughed ..
Two eyes, like two lakes ..
Ohhhh ...
She sees herself scared there ...
There were days on the way ...
Days to walk ..
She could not recognize herself ...
If she had a little rest in this place...?
A little bit ...
She could not bear the burden of life ...
It was worsened ..
Even the kid ... was ...
Here, to the west, she daw a piece meadow,green  ...
If she rest a little.
A little bit ...
E .
Everything collapse
The sun goes west, it is not born still ..
The body crumbles, crushes, in the sand ...
Slides ...
Shrinks  ...
Supports, shoulders, on the  brown powder ...
She suffer..
While the eyes,tired ...,
The body, in the hollow silence ..
She raises her hands ...
Tries ...
But no!
It can.
Hands draped down to the sand that begins to burn ..
And before gone,she saw the child, sucking her body, into the torn sling bag ...
....................................
Wakes up.
Oh what green and clean water!
There, a group dancing, singing and playing instruments ...
How beautiful!
Then remember.
Yes child?
I had a baby ...
Someone takes her and she looks  a group of people ...
Holding somebody in there  hands ...
And oh ...
"There is me"
Then a woman keeps and caresss her baby ...
While the verse turns to the green meadow  ...
She laugh ..
Swallow a  tear...
And barefoot she runs to the Creator ...
.....................................
Insatiable madness with life, run in the escape of  others life ...
© Adriatik Jaçe
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Date: 08/01/2019.





I AM ALSO FROM CAMEROON

If the death would choose it's ow
I am also from Cameroon.

If the death would choose it's own color ...
I'm  sure, will definitely not love black tone
Terribly long.
With the ugly hoody rubbing half the horror ...
It would not want, on it's  fingers, the shameful horror to go up...
No, it would like to be dressed in designer clothes and high quality snickers...
How fare behind we are with the image of death.
It is dressed as a young  lady ..
Yes, with high heels ..
It  chest  is full of jewels.
And on it's fingers are dozens of rings ... with every kind of stones.
There is a leather wallet (even the skin it  choose is  from any animal  as it's wish) ..
There is a mansion ..
Even with a pool, hydromassage and jacuzzi ...
With golf course and tennis ...
There is a car, the last type,extra  cylinder ...
There is a helicopter with private jet ...
Death, my friends, is not the way they described it.
The films lying.
Death is very rich.
Even when the souls of the poor fall, it shows its wealth.
Yes.
Kills with kind weapons ..
It is more often the case is,  that the death,put the arms in their hands, they kill each other ...
How happy the death gets
As a child upon receipt a  adorable gift ...
Situated on a coastline.
And with her fingers it gives " ok" the names that fly on her  "tuch" tablet  ... "
How happy the death gets.
As with winning a "candy" game
And the souls break out and drown in her sac.
Oh, only the bag that hasn't  changed ..
It is the same made of wool and coarse yarn lin...
Death has a lot of work.
It is the only one who does not feel the global crisis.
Everywhere flies.
For it's plain, never gets full with gas.
Death works hard.
The worker is death.
It works with no schedule, its seconds are overflow, with flying numbers, as a power contactor in a factory ...
Death can not be cut off from Africa ....
It seats  there
cross-legged and pulled the bags one after the other ...
She stands under an umbrella on the beach, drinks ice drinks  and licks ice cream ... and its bags overflow ...
And she sings like a child.
How much work the death have.
Africa,  gether and let the death without work!
Cameroon is enough!
Leave the death without work!
Life is there. Embrace it!!!
© Adriatik Jaçe
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Date: 26/12/2018

ADRIATIK JAÇE
( Albania)

ADRIATIK JAÇE was born on 21.05.1971 in Përmet. After graduating from high school, he continued his studies in Tirana University. The passion for literature started when he was very young, passion which it grow throw years, as well as numerous reading, was transformed into poetry and creative spirit. The diversity of life, Life metaphysics and  deep sensation experience, those are the basis of this poetic creativity, which comes through symbolism and metaphor, that is used  on creative style and creative art for the moment. Poetic dimension touches the highest peaks, has beautiful colors, deep meanings and furthermore express the idea  that goes beyond limits of himself  and runs on a tomorrow's path and the next light. As a missionary of hope and confidence that has been created through verses the poet expresses concern, and  he creates  bridges of understanding. His purpose  is to represent world's peace and human integrity.


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