actually means NOW

Eart and water and fire and wind song

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 10:59:00 +0000

I can pray
I can hope
I can live
I can bee,
but can t anything without you!

I am an artist
I am an genius
I have a god-complex
I am the best
I am anything,
but without you I am nothing!

I can fall
I can rise
I can have it
I can loose it
I can die, too
but I can t loose you!

I can do so much
I do nothing
I can think
I can stop
The best I ever do,
I can t stop lovin` you

And what else do a man need?
True love is what him feed!
He just have to understand it...
And I did... it is true,
because I know I love you!!!

To foster a child

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 09:37:00 +0000

Desperately in need
Helpless out there
Someone has to come
to take care of it
and to feed...

Cleaning after,
sometimes it scream
without a reason
there will be laughter...
after all.

Poor little nanny,
caretaker,
selfless,
there is just few like you,
out there are not many,
maybe you are the only one.

To foster a child,
in a desperate land
called home,
no to everyone...
it is like holding sand,
in the huge wild.

Ride with me,
endless need,
happy, sad, so mad,
crazy, but humdrum,
to be somewhere else,
or just to be.

Morning blues

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 06:27:00 +0000

It was once a drunken morning,
a new planet has been born,
with black coffee, with black sky,
with no love,
so why denie...

When the clock turns around,
the hills were formed,
there was no ground,
the birds were black,
and no way back.

What a stupid morning,
on this planet so old,
a big man s drinking,
he has no hair,
his had was not shaved,
just a little bit bold.

And in the evening,
even during the night,
the sun goes up,
and black becomes light,
a star is shining,
shining so bright.

It is just a song,
soemthing like morning blues.

Tonight

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 21:00:00 +0000

Not on the left,
No right size...
Alone,
The bad is bigger,

I pull the trigger,
And what else...

No-one on the right,
sleep well,
sleep tight,
okay, all right.

Still not what it is!
Or what it should be!

stubby wings

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Tue, 31 May 2011 20:06:00 +0000

What I gained I lost,
what I had I never loose,
What I have lost I never had have!

I can fly, over the stars,
It is just a shortcut to find yourself.
But cut my wings and I will be struggling.
Maybe I will even die.

The perennial night will close the final door,
The furphies will become alive,
a dove will fly,
but what I have imagine, it still will die!

Once I have canopied my thoughts,
once you have sepulchred what I am,
once i am inhumed... just cut off my poor, stubby wings.

What else to tell!

To die

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sun, 15 May 2011 23:38:00 +0000

YES
You do die only once!

People that almost died
they did actually not!
They just tried!

When you die - it is over,
No new tries - what you did
you did
now it` s over.

What is next,
non living person know
we invent or guess,
a lot of questions,
a lot of stress...

but why?
we only have to learn to use the time we have... NOW!
so use it - we do not know how!!!

still
we can try...

strana broj dva

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 07:08:00 +0000

Sviječe sam ugasio, noć je već poodavno stigla, spustila se pred prozore, te takođerzvane penđere, a ja evo sjedim i zoru čutim. Utonuo u san, najljepši na svijetu, jer tebe, svoju dragu ću sniti...

Mada kada se probudim, kada oči otvorim, ja ipak tužan ću biti. Oduvijek ostaje ona stara boljka, ali istinita - bolje je voljeti i ne biti voljen, nego nikada ne voljeti. A osim toga ima i ova nova - odkako je sanjam sve češće, sve više spavam...

Ali tako je naizgled pronaći neću moći.

I odjednom - Jesen je!

na tvojim usnama moje ime biva

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 22:10:00 +0000

Uvijek je teško sve iz ponova, gdje započeti? I ovo mi je škola, ta čudesna pjesma od Gibbonija je tek izašla na radiju kada sam ja razmišljao ovako. Da će sve za manje od pet godina da se promijeni, to tada, te davne 2000 i neke nisam znao.

Toliko toga je rečeno, a onda opet se rodi ta neka nova iskra i onda shvatimo da je toliko toga ostalo ne izrečeno i nekazano. Ipak za tu iskru nije ni čudo, niti sam bio iznenađen, pa jesen je na pragu, čeka, jer poslije ove sedmice će i ljedo da oficijelno pozdravi sve nas (ljubitelje) i onda ga neće biti do naredne godine.

Iskra, pet slova, ona, tri slova, ali pak te dvije riječi skupa i u stomaku mi se sve okreče. Misli odlutaju njoj, ja dozovem njenu sliku u mislima, naravno neku daleko ljepšu verziju i uzvišeniju nego što bi ona ili bilokoja druga to mogle da ikada budu. Ipak u mislima, ja bih mogao to raditi vječno, a ime joj nikada ni ne spomenuti.

Kada pogledam u te ipak nekako nevine oči, ja onda ne vidim ženu, ne lice, nos, glavu, struk, ruke ili šta li već, ja vidim tu ljepotu koja kao da zrači, ipak prolazna. I nepravda je znam što moja nije, samo moja i ničija više.

O jeseni "toliko močna",
o dušo razorena,
o druže Jesenjinu,
davno preminuli,
da li sada sa neba na mene gledaš, češkaš se po kosi i smješiš se,
da li suosječaš?

Na pragu moga srca je toliko imena urezano, pitam se da li će i jedno do samoga srca stići... Ali tada još nije bilo vrijeme da saznam sve ovo što sada znam.

Nisam znao kako, ali poljubit te htjedoh...

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 21:40:00 +0000

*prica iz te davne 2007 godine

Rubovi ili kuti tvojih usana (kako kome volja) su me skoro kao zabranjeno pozivali. Ti si bila toliko mršavija od mene, a ja sam bio tako daleko. Ali šta da radimo?
Da sam ja bio taj neko iz drugog vremena i da nisam bio kao zabranjeno voće, mogli smo se možda skupa i oznojiti.

Sudbina je ipak jedna tako značajna, mada neznačajna tačkica u tome nekom već odnekud ispisanom tekstu što ga životom nazvahsmo. On ipak eto traje, koliko traje, a mi tu baš ništa ne -možemo. Ipak u rijetkim trenutcima sreće, ta tačkica ukoliko nam je naklonjena pozitivno, mi je itekako cijenimo i volimo i šta više uvažavamo.

Kada se meni naklonila ta tačkica nisam je baš htio prihvatiti neznajući da je onaj pokraj tebe ipak bio samo tvoj brat, a ja nisam bio tek jedan više u tom nizu prolaznosti.

Na kraju te ipak odlučih poljubiti i sve zbunjenosti i zablude i pogrešno tumačenje zabranjenog voća su nestale, kao i mnogo proteina, ugljikohidrata i kalorija tih narednih nekoliko života.

Zimska paranoja

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sat, 05 Feb 2011 21:28:00 +0000

Prijatelju stari, evo pricam ti pricu,
inspiracija je dosla tik ono pred kraj zime,
mozda sam ja ostario,
a mozda i zbog promijene klime...

Inace inspiracija za pisanje tik pred jesen dodje,
a proljetnim dolaskom, ista nekako prodje,
mada pisao sam ja i ljeti, ali hajd se toga sjeti?
Sta li mi tek za novu jesen prijeti?

Ni stihovi vise nisu, sto ni prijatelji nisu,
Nista vise nije, kazu i misle da drugi lazu,
pa i ne moze biti kao sto je bilo,
dok smo bili mladi vise se i plesalo i pilo...

Ali to nisu bila neka druga vremena,
ljepsa, manje siva, vise sarena,
ne tece vrijeme, mi starimo, prijatelju stari...
za vremenom marimo, vrijeme za nas ne mari...

Zato sta nama preostalo jeste,
kupiti zirafu, slona i noja
zivjeti svoj zivot, pisati kojesta,
raditi nesto i cekati da prodje ova zimska paranoja!

Hajd zivjeli

just a dream!

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 20:06:00 +0000

Ljudi su na tom koncertu u sred svojih zivota klimali glavama jedne melodije i jednoga glasa, a ja sam ih promatrao, pjevajuci, glasom pustenim, izmedju pauza taj caj od jecma sam trosio kao minute tih ljudi sto me slusaju, ali sta oni vec znaju???

Zivot je veci,
od nas, nas sviju, taj vjecni zivot...
Sta nadjes tvoje je kazu,
ako nadjes pravu ljubav tvoja je, ali...

osmjeh krasi arenu,
niko me ne shvata,
taj osmjeh vjecni...
ma dokle vise?

Sve sto nadjes tvoje je,
tako svugdje kazu,
ali da li citas sitnim slovima ispisanu sudbinu?
zivot je veci od tebe!

Sve sto je tvoje,
samo na cas tvoje je!
sudbina nam na kraju sve krade, a...
mi...svjesni smo tog kraja ove price :)

Opet osmjeh,
ma sta drugo,
taj vjecni osmjeh, sto traje
samo onoliko koliko trajem i ja,

i tu smo
narode moj, fanovi,
carevi i robovi,
svi si, sto svasta jeste, svoji niste...

sve sto nadjes tvoje je,
pa makar i ljubav,
nadat nam se ostaje,
da osjecanja i sjecanja prenosimo gdje god vec, nakon smrti, jer novac, auta i kucu ostavljamo iza sebe....

To je samo moj san,
kao grupe R.E.M.
to sam ja u cosku,
probaj plakati,
ali ako ljubav prenjeti zelis,
nisam bas u to siguran, ali vjerovanje ne gubi,
jer tvoj auto ce ipak ostati iza tebe....

I sve sto nadjes gdje god, tvoje je,
osim ako ne odlucis da ga vratis,
ili ako to nije ipak samo san!!!

2 many

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 15:01:00 +0000

freedom man....
2 many choices
2 many possibilities
2 times to live....
2 times of everything!!!!

cheers!!!

tree little words

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sun, 16 May 2010 19:23:00 +0000

I don't have to say it out loud
because I will write it down!
And there it will stay forever!
So I don't have to say it out loud,
but to read it to you,
and to mean it...
So I say it out loud!

Gambling dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Wed, 12 May 2010 19:01:00 +0000

Like a movie,
someone has press hold,
gambling dreams and we keep goin'
trough life, something doin'
and nothing else matters.

One day you live,
the other you die,
where it was you,
it's now a lie,
and everything matters.

What is important,
is not what it will be,
what is forgotten,
was never important,
and importance never matters.

You live trough your life,
you die only once,
you love, you laugh, you dream,
you sleep, and nothing else matters.

And even if it does matter or if not,
for those who stay behind,
those that will follow,
one day or the other,
you will be remembered.

* almost a week ago, I lost someone I loved very much...

most

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 11:44:00 +0000

taram, taram; tam, tam, tam was the melody
on the top of your lips,
i dream, i felt asleep...

in front of your eyes,
a picture is burning down,
a photo of your only one.

in your dreams
when you sleep,
i will be,
hopefully more than once.

one day, maybe today,
nobody should wish you, want you,
make you awake...

one day, almost everyday,
I will be near,
just by you, to watch you,
to keep you,
to love you.

what else would man want!

Can't Get Enough of You

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 08:13:00 +0000

I have no job and I have no money, too
I post it on blogspot.com,
that is what I do.

I drink no beer, nor wine, too
I write you some words,
that is what I do.

I don't know why, really do not know why,
but I can't get enough of you...
I can't explain how much I love you,
but this is what I do.

and if I get a blues singer to sing it instead of me that would be the right thing!

I get the same old feelin' every time you're here
I feel the change
Somethin' moves
I scream your name

More songtexts at www.oleo.tv

I get the same old feelin' every time you're here
I feel the change
Somethin' moves
I scream your name

More songtexts at www.oleo.tv

Words

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 09:59:00 +0000

I just want to fly, fly, fly,
to fly so high, high, high,
I want to try, not asking why,
not asking when or with who?
I know the answer - it will always be YOU!

I do not want to soloing,
somewhere high in the sky,
I do not want to take a plane,
with so many unknown strangers,
I want to fly, to let go one more time!

My head flies sometimes,
but it is like fly by wire,
Still there is this over huge desire
to fly so hight, high, high,
so high over the sky and to the end of thoughts!

Than everything is clear,
what least of all are words,
like dust in summer,
everyone is throwing cautions to the winds,
just speaking not acting!

But not this time,
I want to take a stab in the dark,
and to fly again,
To fly, fly, fly,
So high, high, high,
Over the sky, furthermore the words
and to the end of our thoughts!

Time to make some art!

they say...like wine of foreign growth

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 11:09:00 +0000

I was not there, he told me the story,
I will not tell the truth, what will you do?
He was not there neither, but he told it to me!
Was it the truth? May it be true?

Just dreams, one holy and utterly stupid world,
they say the end is near, he asked me is there something else?
Such thoughts are extrinsic to him...
Nothing human is alien to me!
Is it true, could it be?

One mass acceleration moment of the core of my thought,
just a second, not even that!
sunset, summer nights, at nightfall just nyctophobia.
Again dreams instead of life, again atrocious fear,
should I change?
or die slowly like this?
or disappear...

Strange this man was? Alien he is,
like wine of foreign growth,
a visitor from abroad,
a candle he handle, the truth he seeks,
the world he razed!

Foreign this person is!
Not apprehensive, not anxious, not fearful,
a gloaming moment it was,
when I conceives, that man is me,
just an other movie whose end I had to see!

Schmusie!

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 22:25:00 +0000

Ting, tink, tong, tik, tak, tak...
Rhythm,
Me...just you and me
one more time,
once more and some faith!!!

Some pics I can t imagine right now without thinking of YOU!
I do!
YEAH,
one more time,
beer ME!
I think only of you,
my only one, my SchmuSIE!!!!

Monday, once more in a month!
Liberation from everything is just one kiss from you!
Stay in my bones-
YES you will!
Kiss, lips, stick, bones, hunt, I DO!!!

I DO
I...YEAH!!!! Do
Love you,
lovin, lovin, lovin BLUES!!!

This is my Schmusie song, oh Maria!
Buena Vista, Del Tiago, Revolta, Si Signor!
Whatever I love you SO!

Once more, one more time,
Ting, tink, tong, tik, tak, tak...
Rhythm,
Me...just you and me and YOU
one more time,
once more and some faith!!!

Faith - it is our life together...
;)
žd

Schnaeckchen

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 21:06:00 +0000

Sitting in the round,

at the round table,
faces, smiles, laughs!

Everyone s doing fine,
it`s just the rain,
fallin` down on the roads
an our heads...

Is everybody in?
Very fine,
it`s looking good.

It rains the whisper of luck,
just the two of us
and unfinished destiny ->

Dancing in the rain,
Swimming in the night,
Being drunk and ourselves,
It is the moon missing
and we both kissing...

Crawling human race

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 05:34:00 +0000

Is it fame, is it glory, is it the unstoppable wish to reach the stars,

is it the desire for knowledge, the unraveling of mysteries,

the exacting of understanding...

This trial is still pending.

We walked on the moon, we conquer every feeling,

just to come to this stage,

it is not a matter of time, it is a matter of anger,

the stupidity of man, and a fatal human rage.

Collapsing ever inward, we do it over 50 years from now on,

We made our fate, is it already to late?

To change the way we think, to change the way we live,

to change the people who already are made,

to have a different running mate...

When will intelligence replace ambition,

when will strong replace violence,

when will ardency replace relationship and connection,

when will humanity replace power?

If ever, the crawling human race will maybe than start walking straight again!

Bosnia is just a babe in the woods

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 12:16:00 +0000

Today I found again something out,
The country that choose me to be from,
is just a babe in the woods,
without constancy, always changing,
but since ever betting on the wrong number,

zaniness and ignorance, stupidity and gloomy faith that one day it will change!

I choose not to be any more from this country!
Even more because I am actually not, but since my country of origin not exist any more, what to do?

Finally it begins

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Sun, 15 Feb 2009 21:00:00 +0000

Finally it begins... here is the new add from my new-old poetry blog ;) (but only in bosnian language)...

http://wizards16.blogspot.com/

I hope you enjoy it (KO VEC RAZUMIJE)....

Information

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 23:00:00 +0000

Hallo to everyone,

I am working right now on a new blog (I am actually rewriting my old poetry book, from the time when I was 16)... So I will make this before I will continued to write new poems in this blog...

Cheers!
dz

Drunk 'n' over again

noreply@blogger.com (Dzenan) — Fri, 28 Nov 2008 20:10:00 +0000

"one brutal, silly one"

We are just one step near the end of the world..
the border,
waiting,
the star has f*ck me all over again,

I need my silence, just once more, a beer, before the breakfast,

keep this little bit of hope,
not today,
don't touch me today..
not after a night like this-
the one that follows..

I don't have any emperors clothes today for you..
NOT ANY MORE my darling...
We are just one step near the end of the world..
We are just one step to change what we are..

Just one step to convince us
that we actually are worth of anything...of everything!

We are the artist of tomorrow!!
F*cking drunk 'n' over again,
we have to be us,
proud of ourself...

Just few more English word!!!! in this not English world!
In this world, that belongs to us!
Where we ARE!
***

_______________________________________________________________________
* for all my "friends" from the past, that think about me I guess less than I do about them...
CHEERS 'n' I love you, too of course!
_______________________________________________________________________

We have not come here to cry!
Just to say it one more time,

... "Don't give me again this "SECERUSA-RAKIJA" drink again..." because tomorrow I will not be able to be able of anything!

"I am not a love animal, just a poor lover boy on the stage of life!"
Don't touch me today!
Tomorrow it will be different!