Na klancu

Drseča tla,
na klancu v prepad

Drseča zemlja,
le nekaj metrov v zrak
le en zalet,
da ne vdreš se v mrak

Drhteča prsa
in v srcu strah

Drhteča noga,
pred vrhom ustavi
se in pade
v svojo lastno past

Korak do tebe,
ali lahek spust
nazaj,
v staro vas

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Not Alone

And all the clouds,
and liars gone
one – by – one
they sway,
then fall
one – by – one

As silence cleanses
caverns old
one – by – one
they pray,
then kneel
one – by – one

And flowers grow
on ruins cold
one – by – one
they start
to feel
one – by – one

Then laughter spreads
through open doors
one – by – one
they cling
to fear
one – by – one

And whispered words
so clear I hear
one – by – one
they follow me
one – by – one
I’m not
alone

Revival

As fire
in the heart
subsides

Then clear
as light
become the eyes

Passion numbed
and dumbed
the brain

Then life
makes sense,
and all the pain.

Stumble

Burning lands
all around

Mighty cities
to the ground
have razed

In storms
and thunder

Crashing down
the skies

On waters
boiling under

Nature’s scream
tears life asunder

Blood,
and murder,
cries,
all crazed.

Sproščanje

Zakaj je včasih tako težko najti besede?
Zakaj predvsem, ko zaplavam v tiho, čisto milino?
Ko se ti vse na svetu poklopi in ko čutim samo še mir. Mir v čisti, jasni praznini. V praznini, kjer še vedno nekako tavam sam. V praznini, kjer v tej samoti še vedno čutim ljudi, osebe, ki so mi blizu. A jih ne vidim. Ne poznam. Vsaj zdi se tako.

Spomin. Kam si odšel, spomin? Spomin. Na stare dni. Spomin. Zakaj se spomnim rojstva, a ničesar prej, spomin? Spomin. Si živ? Ali le poosebitev moje domišljije, ki lenobno pretaka moje življenje in energijo iz resničnosti v misel. V svet utvar, simbolike, mitov, metafor, poosebitev in simfonij. Spomin… Moj prijatelj, tekmec, ali demon? Spomin, zbogom.

Ne potrebujem te več, spomin. Odidi svojo pot, kot si ti vedno počel in želel, spomin. Odidi in vrni se, ko želiš. Čakal te ne bom, a obiska se bom veselil, kot starega prijatelja in zopet s tabo bom delil, spomin.

Ne potrebujem te več. Naučil sem se zaupati sebi. Ne potrebujem te več, spomin. Tebe in tolažbe starih dni. Ne vem, a vidim več, ko sem sam. Ne razumem, a vem, kam moram, kam si želim. Ne vem kako, a razumem zakaj sem tu. Čeprav mogoče ne v besedi. Spomin. Ko umrem, se zopet srečava cela, ti in jaz. Brez lukenj v obrazih in mask spetih čez njih. Ko umrem…

In English

Letting Go

Why is it sometimes so hard to find the words?
Why is it most often, when I swim into the quiet, clean mildness?
When everything on this world falls into place, and when I feel only peace. Peace in the clean, clear emptiness. In the emptiness, where I still somehow wander alone In the emptiness, where in this loneliness I still feel the people, persons, who are close to me. But I cannot see them. I don’t know. At least it seems that way.

Memory. Where did you go, memory? Memory. Of the old days. Memory. Why do I remember the birth, but nothing from before, memory? Memory. Are you alive? Or are you just a personification of my imagination, which is lazily streaming my life and energy from reality into thought. Into a world of illusions, symbolism, myths, metaphors, personifications and symphonies. Memory… My friend, rival, or a demon? Memory, farewell.

I don’t need you anymore, memory. Go your own way, as you have always done and wished for, memory. Go and come back, when you wish. I will not be waiting for you, but I will be glad of a visit, as I would be of an old friend, and I will share with you again, memory.

I don’t need you anymore. I have learned to trust myself. I don’t need you anymore, memory. You, and the consolation of the old days. I don’t know, but I see more, when I am alone. I don’t understand, but I know what I must, where I wish to go. I don’t know how, but I understand why I am here. Although maybe not in words. Memory. When I die, we will meet whole again, you and me. Without holes in the faces and masks tied up around them. When I die…

Po slovensko

Stranded

Silver flies
along the cracks
between the night’s
and daily skies

All red, and blue
with green within

All friends, and clues
show sleeping lies

Along the cracks
between the dream’s
and daily life

One falls down,
when nearly dead

But other brings it
back to breath

Following

Following the trees
and shadows cool

Following the beats
of summers old

The paths
of long ago,
walking over
on and on

Never thought
to stop the show,
’till actors
all have gone

Following their piece,
and goodbyes cold

Following their peace,
strangers, and a fool

The stages
crumbled into dust,
walking over,
past

Slowly,
step by step,
black clouds
are torn away

Then slowly,
step by step,
they carry me
to you, astray

Following the treats,
sour and sweet

Following retreats,
battles now complete

Creeping On a Dream

The shadows creeping
from up high

The silence seeping
through the night

The heart so quiet,
heavy as a stone

Old bonds have broken,
not forgotten,
on the rocky floor

Out the distance,
a warm and gentle wind

The darkened clouds it moves,
shows light is still within

The life ’till now,
was it all a dream?

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