Dark Night of the Soul

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Dark Night of the Soul

Close the door after you enter
and sit with me in the shades;
the corners hide
the fragility of our words
and the silence of the room
won’t tell anyone about us.

Come, come closer
let us celebrate the death of misery.
In the candlelight,
let us mock her
while she
furious that she can’t get in,
screams like a heartbeat
of a hanged man.
Let her fight for us this time,
untouchable,
sip the wine and let us chant of victory,
before we have to walk outside again
into the darkness that
is but never was
yet always will be
ours.

Listen
the mother of tide shines down
on the grasshopper
chewing on the leaf in the garden,
in a circle, in a cycle,
rinse and repeat
just like the hum of our veins
boils in rebellion
and hungers for the saturated field
of plums.

Forget.
The photographs of me
on fulcrums with loneliness,
painted smiles
and past lives left in Venice.
Everything is in the corridor,
waiting patiently
to be born again,
to restart it’s mechanism
and take away little bits
of our sunshines,
or our liquid testimonies,
it does not matter for it.
Speak to me now,
of journeys and marigolds,
now when nothing can hurt you,
but yourself.

Do not count,
Embrace me and breathe.
never mind the cataclysm.
never mind the promises.
My soul like a solitary prey
covets this sanctuary,
this dark concrete wood
frozen within a moment
we can pretend we stole away.
The first climb into the tower
is the hardest,
the whips of time, merciless
corrode you.
Not here. Here you can trust
everything to be nothing
yet still something
inside everything that is yours.

Leave the rope.
Leave the reason.
Leave the fear.
Leave the music box.
Leave love forgotten,
love remembered,
love sought for.
Leave the shivering November,
the sobering rain,
necklaces, pendants and
brush off her tokens from your skin.
Leave everything
outside,
come in, sit close to me
and drink the youth from my mouth,
like the wounded do.
Like twin flames do.

Close the door after u enter.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tamna Noc Dushe

Zatvori vrata nakon sto udjesh
i sedni samnom u senke;
Uglovi ce skriti
fragilnost nashih rechi
i tishina sobe
nece nikome reci za nas.

Dodji, dodji blize,
proslavimo smrt patnje.
Pod svetloshcu svece
rugajmo joj se
dok ona
besna sto ne moze uci
vrishti kao otkucaji srca
obeshenog choveka.
Neka se ona bori za nas ovaj put,
nedodirljivi,
pijmo vino i pevajmo o pobedi,
pre no sto opet moramo hodati napolju
u tami koja Jeste
ali nikad Nije, ipak Uvek
ce biti nasha.

Slushaj.
Majka plime sija na
skakavca
koji zvace list u bashti.
U krug, ciklus,
ponovo nanovo,
bash kao sto shum nashih vena
kljucha u pobuni
i gladuje za zasicenim poljem
shljiva.

Zaboravi.
Fotografije mene
na tackama oslonca sa usamljenoshcu,
naslikane osmehe
i proshle zivote ostavljene u Veneciji.
Sve je u hodniku,
cheka strpljivo
da se ponovo rodi,
da ponovo pokrene mehanizam
i uzme nam male delice
nasheg sunca,
nashih technih svedochenja,
nije mu bitno.
Govori mi sada,
o putovanjima i nevenima,
sada kada te nishta ne moze povrediti
osim samog sebe.

Ne broj.
Zagrli me i dishi.
Nije vazna kataklizma.
Nisu vazna obecanja.
Moja dusha kao samostalni plen
zudi za ovim utochishtem,
ovom tamnom shumom od betona
zamrznutom u trenutku
za koji se mozemo pretvarati
da smo ukrali.
Prvo penjanje u toranj
je najteze,
bichevi vremena, nemilosrdni
rdjaju te.
Ne ovde. Ovde mozesh verovati
Svemu da bude Nishta,
ipak Neshto u Svemu
sto je tvoje.

Ostavi konopac.
Ostavi razlog.
Ostavi strah.
Ostavi muzicku kutiju.
Ostavi ljubav zaboravljenu,
ljubav pamcenu,
ljubav trazenu.
Ostavi drhtavi Novembar,
kishu koja trezni,
ogrlice, amajlije
i ocisti njenu uspomenu sa koze.
Ostavi sve,
napolju,
udji unutra, sedi mi blizu
i pij mladost iz mojih usta,
kaosto to rade ranjeni.
Kao sto to rade srodne dushe.

Zatvori vrata nakon sto udjesh.