...Neki bi rekli utorak...

†...Pogledom mi je dao punomoć da mu utučem dosadu
Bila sam negdje gledala u planete, sam u dubokom ofsajdu
O slatkom vinu mladosti začas smo priču sklopili
Ispade da smo prosuli daleko više nego što smo popili
Vrtio je isti stari film, samo u svojoj režiji
Eh, gdje si bio prethodnih mjeseci......
Udavio me Indijom,pričao o sebi, nije se gasio...
No sve je bilo legalno dok nije zora na prozor banula

Još jedan utorak, ne, to ne mogu da podnesem
Taj dan je bezvezan, zar nije dosta što je jesen
Utorke mrzim i točka.
Još jedan utorak koji se ljulja kao ljiljan
Rekla sam mu formalno: Kako ću s tobom kad si pijan
I neznaš što govoriš....

Birala sam tanku crnu haljinu kakve se nose nedjeljom
Kiša je padala svu noć, i dođe konac lagan
Pogledom sam dala punomoć da mi utuče dosadu
Bila sam negdje gledala u planete, sam u dubokom ofsajdu
O slatkom vinu mladosti začas smo priču sklopili
Ispade da smo prosuli daleko više neg što smo popili
Vrtila sam isti stari film, samo u svojoj režiji
Eh, gdje sam bila prethodnih mjeseci....
Udavila ga Indijom,pričala mu o sebi,nisam se gasila
No sve je bilo legalno dok nije zora na prozor banula

Još jedan utorak koji me hvata na djelu
Barut na jastuku, i otisci na stranom tijelu
Gorki su utorki, al uvijek bezbrižni...
Još jedan utorak, što ja ne bježim, zar sam vezana
Rekoh mu normalno: Kako bih s tobom da sam trijezna
A trijezna sam tako bezvezna...cijela....

i neki bi rekli utorak...†





You say you love me
You look deeply into my eyes
I'm sitting on my window
You are my Romeo
And I try to be your Juliet

We both know we can't be together
We know well why
But nothing can't change our love

You say you love me
You look deeply into my eyes
I'm sitting on my window
You are my Romeo
And I try to be your Juliet

I jump down of my window
You take me gently into your arms
But that moment doesn't last
We start to run away
That's the only way for us to be together

You say you love me
You look deeply into my eyes
I'm sitting on my window
You are my Romeo
And I try to be your Juliet

Love is stronger than this world
At least it is so for us...


Let me wake up in your arms
Hear you say it's not alright
Let me be so dead and gone
So far away from life
Close my eyes
Hold me tight
And bury me deep inside your heart

Voze se cura I dečko na motoru.
cura: "Nemoj tako brzo, smanji!!!!!"
dečko: "Ne baš je ludo..."
cura: "Ne,nije...molim te uspori"
dečko: "Reci da me voliš!"
cura: "Znaš da te volim!"
dečko: "Zagrli me"
(cura ga zagrli)
dečko: "Molim te uzmi moju kacigu sa glave, meni je tijesna
i stavi je sebi na glavu!!!"

Sljedeće jutro u novinama:
Motor imao nesreću, jer su kočnice popustile,
dvije osobe su bile na motoru-jedna je preživjela,
a druga poginula.
ISTINA JE:
Da je dečko ustanovio na pola puta da su kočnice popustile,
a to nije htio reći svojoj curi...
Želio je posljednji put čuti njene riječi- VOLIM TE!
Želio je posljednji put osjetiti njen- ZAGRLJAJ!
Zatim ju je zamolio da stavi njegovu kacigu na svoju glavu,
jer je želio da ona preživi iako je to značilo da će on poginuti...

You don't remember me
But i remember you
I will awake and try so hard
Not to thinkin about you
I have to be with you
To live to breath
You are taking over me



Dug open for you
Lies in a cemetery that may use my name
Love's fiery tomb
From me to you
Rips your heart out and leaves you
bleeding with a smile on your faceLove's icy tomb

I was waiting for you
Waiting for all my life
And I've been crying for you
Dying for you all this time
I was waiting for you
Waiting for all my life
And I'm not gonna
Lose you tonight
No, I ain't gonna lose you tonight



†...Her Ghost In The Fog...†

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
As We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed the cold mirrors
A Queen of Snows
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me for
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand in between?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
Their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog





†...The Byronic Man...†

As lonely as a poet on the wall of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a split canopic jar

I proved it, improved it
Drove a sonnet right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips
Pen-filled fingertips
Which drew me, for through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God’s list

Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manner
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto

Grown wild this child
Whole harems defiled
Faustina’s and Mina’s
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her

What spread of lies arise when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
Crow against the virgin snow

Grown colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her
And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside he
That mouldered, where older

Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But laudanum and soda
Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite

Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrat
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps

Then shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a fallen star
And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you fucking are

[Ville:]
The patron saint of heartache
You can't see my world is falling
The world is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
Can't see the world is falling
My world is falling down

[Dani and Ville:]
Ever after, can they hear my laughter?
The patron saint of heartache
Never craft a better bed of disaster...
The patron saint of heartache

They call me bad
Made Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them
To go fuck their mothers
As so...
On my grave

nedjelja, 29.07.2007.

When someone dies a crow carries that soul to the land of the dead.But sometimes something so bad happens that terrible sadness is carried with it.And the soul can't rest.And sometimes the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

Brandon Bruce Lee je rođen 1.veljače 1965 godine u Oaklandu u Californiji.
Odrastao je u Hong Kongu, gdje je savršeno naučio govoriti kineski jezik.
U srednju školu je krenuo u Los Angelesu, gdje je bio izbačen iz dvije škole zbog lošeg ponašanja.
Studirao je borilačke vještine i glumu na umjetničkom koledžu Emerson u Bostonu.
Imao je nekoliko filmova prije The Crow, ali ta uloga mu je trebala biti njegova
odskočna daska za svjetsku slavu.30. 3. 1993., u 12.30 h, 52. dan od 58 dana snimanja,
Brandonov lik, Eric Draven, trebao je u jednoj sceni filma biti ubijen pištoljem.
Prema scenariju, Eric je trebao ući u stan, gdje bi ga dočekali ubojice, a jedan od njih,
Funboy (glumio ga je Michael Massee) bi ga upucao.
Brandon je ušao u stan, sve je bilo po scenariju, a zatim je Funboy opalio.
Brandon je pao na pod, iako ne kako je trebao. Nitko nije sumnjao da je išta pošlo po zlu.
Nakon nekoliko trenutaka, Brandon je još uvijek bio na podu.
Svi su mislili da se šali, jer je to često znao raditi. Uskoro je Brandonu pritrčao još jedan
glumac s bolničarom da vide je li možda razlog njegove nesvjestice udarac glavom pri padu.
Nitko od njih nije mogao shvatiti što se dogodilo. Bolničar mu je podigao majicu i opazio malu
ranu na desnoj strani trbuha, kod pupka. Rana je već do tada natekla, što je bio znak
unutarnjeg krvarenja. Hitna pomoć ga je odvela u bolnicu, gdje je počela operacija.
Redatelj je do tada nazvao njegovu majku Lindu i zaručnicu Elizu Hutton, koje su sjele
na prvi avion i zaputile se k njemu.Lažni metak je probio njegov trbuh, ozlijedio neke vitalne
organe i zapetljao se u kralježnicu. Prema nekim pričama, to uopće nije bio lažni metak,
nego je netko podmetnuo pravi. Taj slučaj je još uvijek neriješen.
Obdukcija poslije smrti je pokazala da je Brandon preživio, zasigurno bi umro od bolesti srca...
Umro je 31.ožujka 1993 godine, u 1.04 h, nakon 5 h operacije, u New Hanover Regional Medical
Centre u Wilmingtonu, Sjeverna Carolina. Najtužniji dio ove tragične priče je to što se Brandon
17.4.1993. trebao vjenčati sa svojom voljenom zaručnicom Elizom Hutton.
3.travnja Brandon Bruce Lee je sahranjen.
Grob mu leži uz očev, u Lake View Cemetary, Capitol Hill, Seattle.
Brandon je već od malena znao što bi htio od života i koliko mu je napora potrebno da bi to ostvario.
Radio je previše, toliko... da mu uopće nije ostalo nimalo vremena za tugovanje kad mu je otac umro.
Bio je discipliniran, nježan i proživljavao svaki dan, kao da mu je posljednji...
R.I.P Brandon Lee...4 ever you will
live in our hearts...We miss you all...

bloody_tear

Kao što vidite...dio posta je posvecen..
naravno Brandonu...ma sve sam napisala...a to sam objavila
jer nemam sta pametnije za napisat.....ono nemam baš neke
prevelike inspiracije za post....pricat o sebi..svojim bolesnim mislima
manje više usranom životu...i tako.....

Opet sam u nočnoj smijeni...trenutno je 0.28 iza ponoci...
ja nočna ptičurina...ovde visim na netu u kasnim satima...u
potrazi za inspiracijom....nešto švrljam po youtubeu...malo na msnu
zajebajem se s ljudovima.....i ono..tako mi prolazi ljeto...
JA SAM JEDNA VELIKA DANGUBA...To znaci da gubim dane...
idu u kurac.....sta ja znan...u vitar...u bilo sta...boli me k....!!!
Život kraj mene prolazi..ja ga ne primjecujem....ono osjecam se kao da
život vodi mene a ne ja njega.Nisam tužna sada niti sretna..
ravnodušna sam prema svemu....jebate samo ovaj pas kojeg cuvan
unosi u mene najmanje 80% života.....Boli me se za sve..
da mi sad netko kaže da cu sutra umrit ja bi rekla:"E i šta s tim??"..
A sve zbog ljubavi....ah jebem tu ljubav...
kako svi kažu ljubav bi trebala bit ta koja usrecuje ljude a da
napravi od ljudi ovo sta je od mene napravila....ma za koga
se ja trudim uopče....


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