Loss

DISCLAIMER: this is actually my interpretation/translation of a Macedonian poem by Zoran Ancevski, it's part of his "interpretation for the dead" series.

Does something exist which doesn't lose anything?
The sun loses, the moon loses
the mountain loses, it's wasting,
the rain loses its form, the wind loses
momentum

The situations and moments you lose along the way
eventually lead you on your way,
in your dreams they subconsciously appear,
they force you to confront them,
touch them,
so you can own them again

But the people you lose on your way
repeatedly tempt you on ur way,
they kindly smile,
wave, and call you
to join them on a journey

From the point of no return
where you have lost yourself along the way
you reach the point of complete loneliness
on the path you so genuinely chose

a lover's sand part 2

Prelude: A lover's sand (part 1) can be found in the 2007 archive. Still a W.I.P really

Blue beam from the bed lamp reflects the blue room
the blue night, a blue movie
my consience is spiteful now that I let the subconscience drive
drive me mad into her room where velvet vails cover us

but the finality of it all creeps in:
the evidence now lies next to us
ponding on the fragile surface,
the loudest statement: fragile silence.

She represents an unattractive demand for sanity
but it's too late, i know that too well,
she's still searching for it
she wants to annex a pretty and comfortable flag on my chest
to re-establish some status quo
the height of the intimacy is making her so
i want to tell her i can lie with her forever
dare I be mortal for a day
and disavow the self professed invincible Messiah,
do I free the convoluted liar?

I'm over 6 feet tall,
when they bury me I'll be more than 6 feet below
and ground zero is lying with you forever
so carve out a wound in my ticker for your crossbow
devolve the moist velvet-veils and pillows,
and release me into the wild willows.