“ We’ve got nothing to talk about
There’s no worth of going out”
Well, some words are just meant to hurt
Some men are meant to be left in dirt.
Gorgeous smile, that lovely face
Nowhere else to be found in the whole space
But one place
Somewhere we don’t belong
Where land is fair, but all else is wrong
Well, everywhere is the same
Thou someone has to take the blame
Rules of the game
Once upon a time
Happened a ridiculous crime
And the cause of it
Two nearly same sides were not to fit
Memories flash through mind
How she knew to be gentle and kind
Her smell, thou smart
Fresh smile, always from the heart
But the best part
When she loves, there’s no hidden thing
All the year is the Spring
Gentle as a sunny day
Pleasant as the smell of rose
Smart to dwell on any cause
Truth should have been kept away
Thou going astray would be a hidden play
But had to say, had to confess
Only one is the winner at the play of chess
Hard to say sorry, when there’s no chance
Memories all the way
It’s all that’s left, that chose to stay
Through the windy night
Sand in the air
She came into my sight
So pretty, so fair
“Shall we take a walk
Or, some place quiet have a talk”
For a moment she stood silent
Then, toward my face she bent
“Matters I’m here with you”
She said
“Do as you like to do
You like me in red?”
“You’re pretty whatever you wear”
As we walk I stare
Small nose
Thin eyebrows
Brown spots on sides of her nose
Lovely smile glows
Was it a pink covering over a silky hair
That made her so humble, pretty and fair?
The Death Road took all we had
My love, my breath
So world became hostile and sad
Few days of higher love
Woodpecker and sparrow
Babbling brooks, melodious bird sung
Whistling wind, made trees rung
Seemed as nature was playing of sweet love about us
As we sat, wondering at each other behind the bushes in field of wavy grass
Nay, the song was a tragic story of terror and blood
Shed on that Road, by innocent youth once we had
They were seeking the peace, running away from disastrous war
Searching for new nest, for safe landing shore
Some of them did found new home, new beginning
Now many years later, their hearts are still not healing
Many were trapped, into spiders net
Beasts in human bonds, savagely took their breath
And hid their scar-full bodies, in crying woods, under bleeding earth
With no conscious to be curbed, with souls as cheap as dirt
Miles of walk, through the fields and woods, from day to another
All the way by side my most precious, flower of heather
Few nights under the winking sky
Two birds in the nest, suppressing their passion cry
Her gentle eyes, fixed on my face, exploring my mind
Not a many thoughts there she could find
I spoke to myself that night
Having her beside, as the most beautiful sight
No thought at all, but one of unbreakable love
I didn’t knew then, the difference between a woodpecker and a sparrow
On her soft lips, nothing but gentle words
Even now, years after, I hear their chords
Sweet whisper, reaching for the soul and filling the heart
With strong belief, of never going apart
She kept it warm
Safe from the storm
Our love bloomed, and its wings took us high
But the gloom, we never knew, always was standing by
The gloom is patient and wise
And knows very well, when to rise
As a spider, waiting at the end of his net
For a fly to land, on a soft deadly bed
The black cloud, came upon us as we reached the valley of silence
Filled with death and stories of unbearable violence
Innumerous graves paved the valley, with uncurbed conscious of the world
Inhumane hands swept the worthy peace, for a pinkie of gold
Sold their souls to the devil, the leader of dark force
Pledged to his leadership, with no feeling of remorse
Empty-headed misers, building their wealth on another’s fallen health
Proudly wearing by devil signed belt
Unconsciously marching towards Judgment Day
Punishment without any delay
Permanent raging fire, waiting for it’s prey
Walking along the side of the graveyard
Grieving thoughts settling to my mind
Both away from each other yet beside
Pilgrims gathering, preparing their nests for the last night
As an army settling, preparing for the fight
Each living soul was wearing winter’s coat
Yet still shaking from sight, their eyes had caught
Sun was down, she went with girls to some house
A piece of land, my destiny, and a sleeping bag to a wrenched mouse
It was calm beautiful night, with warmth in the air
Being alone, I thought was quite unfair
Open darkness around
No sound can be heard
Not even a bird
They left, couldn’t stand
The life on that bloody land
(This Poem depicts a memorial marching from Nezuk to Potočari (Srebrenica) where in July 1995 massacre took a place or a genocide, more than 8.000 bosniaks were massacred and burried…)
