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  1. coviax1 (avatar)
    Ne ostah...prođoh i ja...:klap::klap::klap:
  2. bud@ (avatar)
    Hvala na čitanju Coviax1. Neznam o čemu pričaš da si prošao.

    Danas sam poslušao ove moje glasovne pesme posle dužeg vremena.
    Ima ih možda samo par koje su "nepotrebne".

    Osam Slova Ć nekako je baš politična i Anartična u toj zbirci.

    Nema veze sa ovom pesmicu, nemam mnogo ni ja nikakve sa Srbijom od 1990.
  3. bud@ (avatar)
    Grabiti

    Ljubio bih te
    trenutno i bez pitanja
    tvoji nisu tu
    zašto si to dozvolila?

    Ne odgovaraš,
    pupak podrhtava
    nalazim grivu
    zašto se ne opireš?

    Na ulazu
    tvoje oči zatvorene
    lepoto moja jedina,
    laži me, da se čudno osećaš.

    bud@ (27/01/2008)
  4. bud@ (avatar)
    Ma Nije Loš Dimitrije

    Nad vratom, leprša fino, smiruje propeler na tavanici
    hladi i odvija tvoji miris i odlazak i melodije
    a grdih te, o hemikalijama, prebacivah o
    mackanju, strastima i mojim brkovima omrsnim
    otsečenih sad, zamočeni u čarolije tvoje što i dalje vuku
    sveske, ukosnice, olovke - i da, samo da ne zafali
    rebrasto nešto, kao i ja, da te oznoji, grudi ti pritisne
    Nisi ni zbog toga došla, kažeš, a znaš i ne lažes,

    veruješ da pokušaji su jabuka u tvom telu
    da zmiji gnezdo umeš još da sagradiš
    da u prelo pesmu po potrebi izvajaš
    ali navici nisam trodnevna radost više

    nemoraš, a voliš, a nije da neumeš da udvoriš
    balava kao bokser i zagrnucnuta nad njim
    Dimitrije nepokazuje šta sledi
    zbunjen ni on nezna šta vredi
    vidite oboje prećutano
    osećate, trebate jedno
    drugo, vrati se!
    Slugo, moje, tvoje.

    Nada je primirje, zaposednuto,
    povratak u snove o tvojim usnama
    ljubavnim trenucima kad osećaji
    nad našim mišićima ne rukovode, i zar
    samo toliko bi znali da bi s izluđivali?

    Kakvo pitanje, Dimitrije nebi o tome
    ni da odgovori ili misli više, ruke su mu grube
    prsti pamuk gužvani posle dana rada na polju
    a moja pamet prasak ljubičastih leptirova,
    kao hod ovaj moj što ih uzdiže
    ovako sitne kao moljci

    dok hodam kroz ove trave i prostore
    pokušavajući da zamislim
    šta bi na sve ti to rekla
    da li bi ti moji dugi prsti
    prijali u tvojoj blagoj ruci
    i svi poljubci, kad bi zastali.

    Dobar je! Brat, muž ili drug - Dimitrije

    bud@ (09/12/2007)
  5. bud@ (avatar)
    Vanilla Spill


    Shrouded on items glossy
    coffee break away, from teat a teat
    we should, we could

    Vaccine my glide my seek
    bodies sake not, but thrown into
    bits banality remembrance

    Overhead with it
    long last it has been
    Seeing a female ego having paid, cared
    what we would not take to heart
    We would take to bed?

    Brute me, the conclusion
    before you spoil it with answers.

    At the banks the whale watch had its talks
    They'll return to splash houses below
    in visit to the some special among us
    They took from the crowd their simile
    vowing that in each wreath new winter
    longer, would mark shorter disruptions
    for the next blowhole breath.

    Overhead with it about to return
    smitten plunge the beasts somersault
    But there she stood, now silent
    with an familiar book in one hand
    the other a cold drink, straw, ice
    melting, a greeting worth for gods.

    The cause movement dropped all, the conclusion
    In heist lusting leaden; such both taken
    a pairs lasting steps, rival spider frolics.

    Brute me into forgiveness none to pleasant
    that our forts had to stop the promenade.

    Intrusion bequeathing your kindness
    Heidi syndrome in a cat hat bending
    pathway suds, wet stain, irrelevant.
    The order must not know, she'll cheat
    the watched she'll approach, his riddance
    uneasy, but jealous sisters do kill.

    Brute none with a life of toilets
    for the disabled, roomy lovemaking
    lockup for starch suits, their fantasy
    we-she hours till we let go from the vintage
    the notices, hollow looks of officials.

    Love from the cayenne roots tasted
    Never laggs tout in circumstance
    shaking without pills that all take.

    Shrouded yes, your attack is beauty
    your happiness the wise ever away.

    bud@ (2004)

    ---

    (
    Once brightest shined this child of heat and air. --Pope.
    )
  6. bud@ (avatar)
    The Anartist Anomy Facing Some Class Interactions

    Injured I leaped the oblivion
    sea changed trying to smoke seaweed
    no one does that
    they rather listen to the herbalist

    Screwed in I counted boils
    bearable depending on the wood in question
    no one does that
    they rather ask for a specialist

    Falling I counted stars
    sky clarity blamed for each being different
    no one does that
    they rather look for a trampoline

    Awaken I sought the lover aware
    turning tables becoming unstable
    no one does that
    they rather juggle my notebook.

    Rich I found happines
    dodging clue and cause
    no one does that
    they rather name their accountant.

    bud@ (01/10/05)
  7. bud@ (avatar)
    A Tender to Beauty

    Hoist me butterflies
    trump down deep-dye
    Swoop my loin cries
    Orchid’s bethel sigh
    Between us, not to compare
    To caress and thence
    memories of to take in care
    till next blossoming fence.

    Metered
    Hoist me butterfly's
    trump a down deep-dye
    Swoop my loin from cries
    Orchid’s bethel sigh
    Between us compare
    To caress and thence
    memories of to take in care
    till next sighting blossoming fence.

    Fixed
    Hoist me butterflies
    trump a down deep-dye

    Swoop my loin from cries
    Orchid's bethel sigh
    Between us to compare

    To caress and thence,
    memories of to keep in care.
    till next sighting
    blossoming fence.

    bud@ (10/06/05)
  8. bud@ (avatar)
    IV


    The sun is coming out
    and yes it happened
    but slow and shy,
    my task is to bring
    rings, bells, birds
    to wake you, cumbered
    I am here, take me to
    your favorite place,
    tell me, all about it,
    then take my hand,
    I wont object.

    bud@ (excerpt from 'Seven Moments' 2006)