Your Eyes In Glass Of Sorrow
Your eyes in
glass of sorrow
rosemary scent
and picture on the lap
Memories full of
roses
And dreams of
guilt with pain
Childish
bittersweet refrain
This little
soldier in the left brain
Singing song of sadness
Fighting to
sustain
Your eyes in
glass of sorrow
rosemary scent
and picture on the lap
Heavy rains with
clouds of dust
vanishing the
stories on pictorial scene
melting
everlasting blue reflection on the screen
There was a boy
in flame of passion
it burned him to
the skin and bone
Once he was
awake by the scream of love
reminded that
his true love’s gone
Don’t ever
challenge a vulnerable child
his wounds are
deep enough,
he bears the
heart of the bravest soldier.
Never ever say
to someone “you old man”
Don’t ever
disregard the wrinkles of wisdom
Carousel of life
is shining in a bigger picture
The wheel of
blindness, turning up and down...
He’s sitting
calm now, observing the sky, breathing the stardust...
Your eyes in
glass of sorrow
rosemary scent
and picture on the lap...
©® Zlatan Demirović
Holy Trinity
A Guardian
Angel, Black Devil, and I.
Living together
and very inseparable!
Just as the sun,
moon, and Earth,
with the stones,
water, and air.
While breathing
the stardust,
the sun is
caressing him,
and the storms
are bathing him.
Traveling the
paths,
carved by
dreams,
in search for
his unknown “I”
how can he
compile or compare it?
On the split
ends of tiled trails,
bounded by
flowers
choked in the
midst of thorns and weeds,
he followed a
light shining from his heart,
absorbing
flashes of lightning
descending from
above,
grasping the
brazen images carried by them.
So, bless the
angels for every sign they send
on the only path
to the stars!
Do it really
quietly with a pleasant voice,
and patiently –
not to wake the devil!
Thusly, for that
reason,
painfully
stumbling on bloody knees,
he’s to embrace
and greet the stone in his shoe,
and the sand and
pollen in his hair and eyes
with the
arriving evening wind.
Well, even with
that eyelash pinching in his eye,
he will be
blessed,
with eternal
gratitude from the angels
for his abundant
eyelids radiating beauty.
© Zlatan Demirović
Double Sun
Double sunshine
will soon appear in the sky!
Two suns will go
from the west,
like two twins,
and then neatly
fled to the east ...
It wouldn’t be
an illusion, directed by
known human
delusions creators...
It will surprise
them, as well!
So, everything
will disappear on the horizon...
All the
mountains and the sea
will be delayed
as well,
and will sink
into the abyss of oblivion
in lost memory
of those,
who, don’t exist
anymore.
Less more,
nothing changes,
because
everything
suppose to
happen,
already
happened...
It’s just
someone’s dream,
and, who knows,
who’s that
or does him
exists army all...
However, must
be,
at least, just a
particle of knowledge,
stored in
eternal consciousness,
which, according
to the law of existence,
had been given
to someone,
somewhere,
sometimes!
To someone,
much more aware
than us...
Maybe...
©® Zlatan Demirović
The Composer
What does that
composer compose?
As if sowing
grain,
he does it
skillfully.
He's a
connoisseur, obviously!
Cause he’s not
in rush to reap it yet...
As if he knows well,
not just about the stars,
but also, that higher sphere,
from which everything comes,
his notes as well...
He's not a lumberjack,
which brings joy
and a poplar of love to the house...
He is something much more,
that soul-breathing weirdo,
who seeks it in matter.
When it appears to him,
he doesn't rush to hug it (her)
rather he invites her for a walk,
over glades, lakes
and paths of her memory,
to find from her,
what’s that traveler's way,
who, while flying
through clouds and time,
can see, or it seems to him,
that he’s here now...
So, she tears
him up
over dewy
sheets,
leading him
through
her abysses, all
the way
to secret
waterfalls,
where the
rainbow paints,
as the water and
stone
hug each other
in one heart...
What’s that
seeker’s void,
while flying
through the clouds,
assuming, as he
dreams,
that he is here
right now?
Weird notes are
now composed
by that
composer...
©® Zlatan
Demirović
Woman
It’s poison!
Elixir of
happiness,
floating through
the veins...
Mesmerizing
shadow
at the edge of
all dreams,
vibrating in
telomeres...
Childish killing
dream,
the old man’s
self-esteem...
First teenage
creation,
the neuroplasticity
visions of
imaginary worlds.
Just like an
apple,
and a sin,
divided in two...
Who’s to lose,
it’s always you!
Why?
Because there’s
one
secret pristine
shape,
the color of
violet light,
the smell of
mother’s milk,
imprinted in
every heart,
driving us to
the end
of endless
road...
And there’s
always,
a woman of your
dream...
©® 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, Vietnamese and more, on the way
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