While Hearts Are Beating
While they shoot at each other,
their hearts still beat,
regardless of thoughts without tears,
all kinds of ideas, only fears,
with the only goal, to hit!
But hearts do
not think,
do not guess,
rather,
they know very
well
and they have
power,
while they hold
the key to life,
they also
connect
with other
hearts,
wherever they
are
and whichever
side they are on...
They beat,
and we are not
interested in that magic,
because,
it's how we were
taught,
that it's just
an organ,
but not the
lighthouse
and the only one
navigator
through life,
which we must
follow,
and without it,
we are lost
in the middle of
the unknown sea...
In the duality
of separation,
through the
prism of subjectivity,
for us are
visible and separated,
only:
"They", "We",
and in the
middle of everything,
our lost and
vulnerable "I"!
While hearts are
beating,
they are still
shooting and hitting...
all until
hearts are
beating...
©® Zlatan Demirović-USA
Universal Chords
In plural being,
all exudes peace and harmony.
In accordance
with unstable
and stable
currents,
which flow
through waterfalls
of infinite
dimensions
in the final
calm of resolved tensions.
No tension, or
longing for
unattainable,
no resolution is
created,
with intention
and with the goal
of returning to
the peace of prosperity.
The stone of
existential stumbling blocks,
through magical
sound
unresolved
chords,
full of creative
potential
plunges through
whirlpools and geysers
lakes of
timeless stability
and final
relaxation Wednesday
bringing the
road to an end.
The universal
mind composes that symphony!
Decreased
chords, raises, and downs,
are planetary
systems, which tend to
towards
unification into galaxies.
Sad vibrations
of nostalgic moles
bear the shadow
of the unfulfilled,
sometimes
neglected scores,
interplanetary
bridges of minor tonic
full of
aspirations for the expansion of the chromatics of joy.
In the record of
that Great Work,
everything
gravitates towards a safe path
dominant chords.
But there is no
smoke and mays,
which, as if
calling for action
universal full
consciousness,
which carelessly
hovers in an endless whirlwind
microparticles
of stardust.
And all that
until the final crescendo
and explosions
of the universal core
with the birth
of new stars
in the
dominant-winning major ...
Dear,
I would have to
tell you everything again,
But, by some
miracle,
I always run out
of words ...
©® Zlatan Demirović
Is It The End
Is this the end
or just a beginning?
The moss of
civilization,
god like
creation, spicily conducted by Lucifer’s baton,
spills the green
landscape of speck dust, blue ball.
“Why we must
die,”
a philosopher
asked his audience at the funeral.
Without dying,
the Universe will be just a museum,
replied the
Nowhere, crying for the wounded bird
fluttering its
wings in the middle of the road.
Why should we
live such a short life,
obese man just
asked, sunk into his comfort.
The journey of
experience is endless and reversible,
screamed the
raven from the gravedigger’s shoulder.
Whatever else it
comes from this frontal-lobe.
thinking brain
today,
I would say,
I really love
these flashy broken mornings-
interwoven with
the endless ocean breathing...
©® Zlatan Demirović
ZLATAN DEMIROVIĆ
ZLATAN DEMIROVIĆ: Bilingual book
writer, novelist, critic, internationally acknowledged poet, and trilingual
translator (English, Czech, Bosnian-Croatian-Serbin languages). * The founder
of PRODIGY LIFE ACADEMY and author of the PRODIGY LIFE PROGRAM, which serves as
a platform for spiritual and personal development. * Founder and Editor in
Chief of PRODIGY PUBLISHED-USA. * Founder and Editor of PRODIGY MAGAZINE-USA.
Translated into: Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Swedish, Greek, Turkish,
Chinese, Russian, Japanese, Hindu, Bengal, BCS (Bosnian, Croatian, Serbian),
Albanian, Dutch, Hausa Nigerian, Arabic, Aleut (Alaska), Pakistan,
Bahasa-Indonesia, Kurdish, Persian, Azerbaijan, Tajik, Bulgarian, Romanian,
Hebrew, Punjabi, Slovenian, Czech, Slovak, Tamil, Uzbek, Kyrgyz, Nepali, Assam,
and more, on the way.
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