*Vanja Izova Veleva*
BUTTON
I dreamed of myself as a button
On someone’s shirt.
So I stood still and sewn up,
Someone’s fingers pushed me both
Forth and back through the buttonhole.
“I will stick” – I think.
I lie still and feel
The threads grabbing me
And holding me tight.
My buttonhole has remained unchanged,
It keeps me straight, just to hang
Into his empty body.
I feel relief through my
Two hollows the wind blows
Upon my plastic.
I pull myself and hang strongly
To break my threads,
I cheat the hand to make mistake
In unbuttoning and, here I am
On the ground,
Me, the button, and my four holes.
WORM
A worm has settled in my bones
I hear it crushing my core down
and I keep silent.
Strange is the sound of one’s own hollow…
It reverberates sharply and cold
And there is no stop.
The hungry worm has sweetened itself
With the smooth whiteness
Under my flesh and signed.
-So, even the fed worms sigh – I thought
Gnaw, but get tired.
It is leaving, bored of my flavour.
It has left my naked bones
To shine in the dark like
Unextinguished sparkle upon someone’s straddle.
I hear my own noise of
Bitten bones and I stare at
The hollows.
I am gone, I’ve been swallowed by the worm.
Now the WORMS REIGN.
TOYS OF FLESH
I saw myself yesterday in a
Forgotten shop window. I hang…
I get close…
At me, stares the face
Of flesh with distorted snout.
A toy for adults… I cried
Sewn up on the hems with barbed wire.
It allures me to touch it
To own myself.
My sight stiffens
Upon its body
And around my eyes with
Glance that blows.
I touched myself and screamed
By my own pain,
But I did not bye the puppet
And the original I did not sell.
*Robert Netkovski*
Permeation
I see life everywhere...
In the dark,
In the stone.
I listen out,
slowly permeate,
I see life everywhere...
It enveloped me.
Carried me away
And never brought me back.
I was seeing life everywhere...
In the dark,
In the stone,
But never in me.
Broken Illusions
to the snowflakes
You were falling silently and soundlessly.
With all your glitter and whiteness
You covered the ground.
So tiny as you are...
I didn't think you could cover my soul.
I shall await the spring beam.
Sinking Sun
Black worms are destroying my soul.
I am free and I am enslaved.
Lying on the cold threshold
I wait to be taken in...
In life...
While the sun keeps sinking
In greyness
Which I cannot cleanse.
Black worms are destroying my soul.
I weep in my powerlessness...
I no more dream
I no more play children's games
I see sinking suns
And others' joy in my own eyes.
And so it happens - every day.
*Maja Donevska*
Thunder.
Thunderstorm.
Peace.
It all begins again.
I never dreamed that I'd meet you again
somewhere between the clouds and the common mob.
Childhood
Someone's heart is wandering in the space
of a World.
A childhood is dying in the peripheral
slums .
Pieces scattered all around. I collect
them.
The new Sun reflects its shine on the
tiny glass pieces.
Memories pour down like raindrops.
A heart remembers...
Remembers its childhood, its games,
its songs.
But, lo, it has slipped by, quietly,
On the wings of my youth.
Strange how hard it is to face reality
that you are no longer a child,
when all that is left
are memories.
* * *
Something cracked inside me,
part of my happiness is dying.
I gather the pieces of life,
but one is missing -
you have kept it.
Give it back to me!
Let me exist without your smile.
Let me live without
seeing you again.
Let me -
love again.
*Miso Zivkovski*
THE BIG BANG
Do not donate a Poet
With thunderless pen,
Unsleeping nights.
His lightning
Cannot decorate the sky
With fruits of earthly AZ BUKI,
When the distant Stella
His sacred land of poetry
Has turning of,
Like my father was doing it
With embers against spell.
Then intergalactic drum
Will call whole planets
Tribes together
To pay respect
To the setting star
(un-born or dying poem).
Her particles will be spread
Into a black hole
Of the endless space
Into us, body and soul.
The powerful baritone
Of sad priest
Zealously will announce
The next Big Bang.
Poets will feel it first!
BLACK DEEP
Black
Deep
Covered light
With undreamed dream
The ancient fatherland
Atlantis
Mystery
Land of the deep sea
Phosphorus
Only in the eye of predator
Unanswerable secret
Murky look in to the world
The mind is small mammal
Who opens his eyes for the first time
Where is Captain Nemo?!
Where is the plant from Nazareth?!
Where are Buddha’s reincarnations?!
All my live I’m like a blind dog (mole)
Digging into myself
On a cross
From a cross
The deeper you go
The deeper it gets
So finally it’s my turn
To be reborn like a dandelion
And be blown out with the wind
…
Just far away from me!
PAWING
I’m taken by a need of pawing
To dig a deep ditch
To tear a thin vein of young plants
Foam of passion to feel on my lips.
To put my hands in a hot lava
Till my elbow into honey
To feel under my nails fresh blood and breasts,
In mine, you’ll feel mad sting.
Dryness has put the ashes into my eyes
She is stronger undoubtedly,
She is defending herself.
That doesn’t lead well
On the contrary, makes me so hot.
I’m snorting
My whole body is in sweat
There’s no use
I can’t stop
Digging, that’s all I know
Till pain
Till passion
Till madness
Digging
Light is in my throat.
O sacred darkness, forgive me
I expose to you!
I release your lightning!
Finally rain... |