The Other World – The Serbian Poetry
Milisav Rosić, a Serbian language poet from Montenegro country shares seven poems from his recently published book ‘Drugi svijet’ (The Other World)
I jumped into the beauty of non-existence
Fragments of memory taken away
Like a leaf in autumn!
Neon
At night – blue-blue
Eyelids at night – red mesh thread in the whiteness of the eye
At night – bitter taste in my mouth
Like a broken crystal hour
Like a dry leaf
As it falls apart
In my hand
And then, unexpectedly that night
Flash…
Then scream…
She dreamed me
Na wet ground laid
Colorless So
Tired and pale
Cold and trembling
Later
Calm and whisper…
Red neon lights!
Red glowing lamps!
The overflow of all shades of red
On the snow cover
The night
I got lost watching the shadows play I was
Obsessed with madness
The bite of my lip
The pleasure of pain
The fire of Divine passion
Losing Yourself
Finding
Hypnotic Madness
At the same time the
Unbeliever and the Servant of God the
Halo as a gift to the sinner
Of God’s judgment!
Zero
Nihil
Nothing
Niko
This song doesn’t have me
There is no one, no rhyme
No people, no life
Hope
Of existence
I jumped into the beauty of non-existence
Fragments of memory taken away
Like a leaf in autumn
The most beautiful shades of all
In the forest fire I burned
Autumn has nothing to kill
Spring has nothing to give birth to
In me, only a scream lies
Eager for freedom
I dream of
The day
When I will sing freely!
Fire
You smell like death.
I don’t know your name
Are you a fiery fire?
Or a vision of my trance
Are you an endless nightmare?
Or a burning desire of my need
And yes, you are not separated
Or
Separated from me
You are Me
And
I am You
There is no greater love
Than love for one’s own flesh
Arteries, veins
To the hot blood
That your heart pumps
Or
Maybe that love is an obstacle
What does not give freedom to freedom
Eat your own flesh
Suck your blood
Bold bones…
You will come to your senses then
The train travels
On the already prepared track
Spark from the wheels
Soul through the path of destiny
Freedom is expensive
You are on the train without a ticket
KTONIJA
Intertwined with a web of threads
Of Spider’s hands
At the beginning of darkness was
Crossed by the hands of the blind
Hopelessness begins and where it must not
The place of power
The womb of the mother
The beginning of everything
Through serenity, peace and non-existence
Silences are screaming here today
Women carry power
Three stages
Where she loses her eyes
Light disfigured
Vision
Where I see in myself the
Primordial and the ancient vow
Stamp
I’m lying on the cold, gloomy ground
I am burning to feel
Non-Existence again and again
Hand me over to the dark
Carry me with your holy hands into the
Womb of the goddess
I love you the most,
Enodia!
Another World
Beam self!
Heavenly messengers!
Cosmic dance!
Light in Darkness The Spirit made of temptation
Radiates
Suffering shapes my path
My wings do not falter
The most beautiful mermaid song
Notes from an angel blessed
Seduces darkness
Seduces and light
Grace and disgrace
The candle and the sinner
There are no pilgrims here
No pilgrimages
The path of the soul
Bare feet and thirsty mouth
Far is the source of water
A, so close
Day and night become one.
I call on you
Creator
Breathe life into me
I call you to the
Creator Some
Memories before the womb
Come alive in me
Altered state of consciousness
I fall and fall
Into another world
Passing through the Desert
In silence
The skin turns the touch of the hand
Through the finest velvet
The scent of the morning waves
Along the sandy shore
The color of silence is black and purple
You are like foam in it…
Forbidden by yourself
In the temptation to disappear
You drown in infinity
You get heavenly wings
I like solitude
Without a human tongue and an eye
Like a dry leaf
Fallen in autumn
I indulge in the beauty
Of dying
I am the most beautiful in death I
Tear every part of myself I throw
It into the fire
I admire the
Flame growing
I watch myself burn
And who am I when everything is burned
Now I am like the melody
Voice that shapes the
Most Beautiful Paradise Aria…
I became a constant sigh of
Creation and destruction
Of Tearing and Assembling
My flesh is moving
Stunning
Constant aspirations
For the vision of the most beautiful roses
… On the balcony of the
Imaginary City
While the breeze sings a lullaby
To my long hair
Tells the stories of sailors…
This balcony
This night is the last
I’m saying goodbye to you
Unforgettable Without Flowers
Memories flood my
Days
Visions of the
Lost City are emerging
Oblivion swallowed
The streets, the lanterns, the lamps
Oblivion took the heroes
Fearless
The only thing left
Echo and echo
The only thing that shines is
The Star in the sky
Maybe nothing is taken away
In the
Afterlife Built of hope
My superhero’s bench is still standing
Every day
I revive you
One day you will
Have more life than me!
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