From visitor to visitor

I've existed before you answered me
before you gave me the name
and maybe it's not you at all
who had that privilege

I've drifted among the cities
and knew all of their songs 
before you showed me world
that made you seek for more

I had to come here
it wasn't by choice at all
I had to become a visitor
before you too got old

Some days I remember

reasons behind this 

from somewhere so beautiful

there's old promise that I miss

Some hearts are far away now
we'll cross our streets again
once we're done with this
once they call out our names

I know it all sounds strange
I know you think I'm You
but we're both different portals 
from one place of life and truth

Now you know I remember

time here flies so fast

I'll always be your visitor

this soul too is meant to last. 

Basics

He said
''who wants to be with a girl
who can read a man's thoughts''

I said, baby I have no idea

what you mean by that.

He said

''I can't stand your eyes

I want the calm sea instead

there's too much in them

what you see is out of place''

He said

''I can't drown my face

I can't dive deep like that

I want a happy player

who wont bother if I play''

I asked, what do you mean by that?

I don't want you to drown.

He said

''Me, I haven't said a word.

I just can't be around''.

The Lute player, Caravaggio

Budala

Dvorska luda herojska

ne silazi sa scene

dvorana puna likova, 

zaključali su vrata.

Kažu ''vani gori sve, 

sigurni ste s nama,

sve dok ima predstave,

neće pasti glava.''

Ne smiju se sa sjedišta,

osluškuju kraj vrata.

Netko prozor otvara,

zadnji red se sklanja.

''Što kad metci ulete

što ako stradam''

dvorska luda hihoće

njiše joj se glava.

''Otvarajte prozore

nema više zraka.

Ovdje nije sigurno,

predstava je stara.''

Neka glava pala je

s daski kao lopta,

nasmijana zauvijek,

luda bez tona.

Prvi red pobježe,

zadnji još se skriva.

Ne znaju da vani svi

bježe od portira.

Floating hearts

I had a funny dream 
you were standing on the shore
in midst of warm night
in the back of the crowd.
Everyone was dressed up
in early renaissance style
funny little boats
were just floating around.
Then everyone invited
one friend for the vessel
and I couldn't understand 
for what reasons or how. 
They just smoothly sailed off
all together, two by two
but you were standing still

looking through me, through the dark.

I was no more observing

you waited for me to board

and so I came along

I still had to know why. 

You said we need no script
or the reason to float
I tried to make it sound funny

but you didn't laugh at all.

It's then when I recognized

those vague colors of a dream

where the reasons don't matter

for the hearts to feel invited.

John Bramblitt

Priceless

Eyes that love to laugh
without crying to be seen
who save last piece of cake for you

in case you might need
who don't sell sweet notes on life
to gain from life that's vain
who come as friends and never leave,
only because they can.

Men who are friends for life
and not just dancers at night's stage
who wonder if you're all alright
and hold you in their prayer
lovers who own their hearts
and hearts that aren't grey
love them without the price
price tag leaves hearts in shame.

 

Une vignette pour demain

Comme une affiche de Nouvelle Vague
Comme une carte postale Européenne
Tu ressemblais au jeune Rimbaud
Ou juste quelqu’un qui le connaît
C’était presque drôle
C’était presque parfait
Être reconnue
Comme une vignette de ton essai
L’essai coloré.
Trop jeune j’étais
Encore plus prétentieuse
Pour croire qu'on mérite
Un roman sans aimer.
Mais ton regard m'a pardonné
Et ton rire me comprennait
Et la chanson que tu m’as laissée
Connaissait mon âme plus vieille.
C’est la scène finale
D’un film vieux épuisé
Je la prends comme ça

Ce soir c’est la mienne

Et toi, plus fier qu'hier. 

The oldest weapon of the enemy

Ideas take us places, make us move and grow. When taken out of context and taken for granted, ideas can turn into most destructive tool. 

Such weapon evil uses to demoralize humans. It's basic, fast and precise. It seeks the core of human being and rarely misses. The verbalized ideas are evil's favorite precious tool, sent out in a special moment. The  words may vary, but never the idea. 

Recognize the patterns immediately:

You are not worthy of your needs.

You are not worthy of your ambition.

You are not worthy of your job.

You are not worthy of love.

You are not worthy of beauty.

You are not worthy of dignity.

You are not worthy of normality.

You are not worthy of happiness.

---- variations ----

You are not that smart

You are not that beautiful

You are not that lovable 

You are not that interesting

You are not that special

You are not that good.

------

Your job is not worthy.

Your education is not worthy.

Your family is not worthy.

Your home is not worthy.

Your life is not worthy.

These ideas are dangerous. Created randomly to shut down each trace of light in people dedicated to their own decent path. 

The ideas may come as non verbal or verbal messages manifested in dark spirit towards specific target, only to become parasites in a person's thought process and finally, an interference to person's self realization. People may start to believe these ideas are their reality, especially when in times of self doubt and hardship - that's when evil loves to kick in. It's then when targeted people will identify themselves as the source of all problems and living proof of these ideas, while slowly giving up on their inner light.

“What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient...highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain, it’s almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed – fully understood – that sticks; right in there somewhere.”

''The smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you.''

(Inception, movie, 2010.)

How do they catch on people in the first place? Through random people obviously - even those you may hold close to heart. Notice the obvious difference between healthy criticism and intentional harm. First one should trigger and empower person to improve and the second one wants to drain and destroy the person's potential. The evil sometimes tries to hide behind the lies of self proclaimed healthy criticism, but the lies are all there really is. All the power evil holds comes from robbing the truth and inverting it into lie.

This is how people get injured from early childhood and how deep long lasting wounds are being formed. It's enough for the idea to enter into your thoughts once in a lifetime to mess up with your sense of self. Sometimes it takes years of self work to free one from these mind and soul traps. This happens anywhere, anytime, be it at workplace, in relationships, friendships or random interactions. We cannot change those who have voluntarily decided to collect their necessary highs through devaluation of others. Our first defense is  knowing and recognizing the enemy. The ultimate defense is persisting on the path of truth, love, fearlessness and selflessness. 

It's necessary to reflect on yourself regularly and ask - do I prefer watching people grow or watching people fall? The answer shows on which path you are now. We know which one never invites happiness nor peace. 

They say a lie or ideas repeated multiple times becomes the truth - well, only if you agree to it. When lies become loud and transparent they lose their stolen power. The power stolen from you. You now see how evil is obvious, predictable, lacks creativity, lacks content, lacks permanence and lacks credibility. It even lacks the SELF and doesn't want to get to know you at all. Most of all, it doesn't want you to know YOU either. Think about it, why would that be?

Don't  waste yourself in a fight with vain words and vain ideas. The truth can defend itself alone and wins even in silence. Good intentions have no fear of being misunderstood.The old weapon of self doubt fears the steady ground. Do not underestimate the oldest enemy's weapon, but do not comply with it ever.

You're fine

I'm gonna show you how to walk again
you'll be so surprised

I'm gonna lift up your head

I'm gonna bring back your stars

you know the ones they've stolen 

when they thought they could get by

but stars began to fall off from there

back into your palm lines.

I'm gonna make you remember

precious colors from your skies

how infinite this universe

still fits inside your eyes

and when you lift up your hands

they hit the highest light

so please just remember that

sky feeds its seeds, you're fine.

The Monster

I have a secret
there's a monster in my basement
a monster I've locked up when
it came to hunt me down

there's nothing I can do 
I can't make it disappear 
but when it goes to sleep
I forget it's still alive.

So I'm just waiting for an end
maybe the end of the world
or a hunter to come help me
to take this monster down.

It goes like that

If you hear the scream

run baby, run

don't try to hold it

it won't go like that

first you hear the scream

than it breaks into your bones

it becomes your blood

it becomes your war

before you fall apart

you will know where to go

run baby run

your heart is meant for more