I love you silently in every night,
I love you fiercely through the fires red,
I love you brightly with my heart alight
I love you bravely on the roads ahead.
I love your morning eyes of blur and sleep,
I love your stubborn dance when we contend,
I love your trust when you in front me weep,
I love your will to make myself amend.
I love our walks and smiles in nature's streets,
I love our fights when none of us is mad,
I love our vestal games wrapped in white sheets,
I love our ease when one of us is sad,
I love our jokes, I love our downs and tops,
I love when time is ours and for us stops.
Ljubljana, 28.3.2016
Categories:
ljubljana, i love you, love,
Form: Sonnet
1 To hate means not to understand.
For fight one side needs to be blind.
The rightful judge cannot withstand,
To be by mildest hate defined.
5 And can you act if you can't see?
A blind policeman on the road.
So to wage war, we must agree,
You truth must with cold head decode.
9 So which of truths can be the ground,
To fight, to kill, to be undone?
The only one I come around,
Is to bring peace where there is none.
13 I open narrow gates to war,
A sole correction to mistake,
Do not the last defense explore,
For fragile things misused can break.
17 It's better far to sleep the night,
To sought the reason over grudge,
And to forgive rather than fight,
To ask the questions then to judge.
21 They are uncivilized and strange,
The land of fathers now is mine,
Yet please do notice that things change,
What once was water now is wine.
25 Who needs another brutal foe?
When he can be your neighbor friend,
Only your sheath you need outgrow,
And world can be of bloodshed spent.
Peter Rangus, Ljubljana 25.10.2015
Categories:
ljubljana, peace,
Form: I do not know?
I left my house on midnight pale, tudum tudum tudum,
My boots were leaving noisy trail, tudum tudum tudum,
A little scared i felt at first, too dark, too dark, too dark,
I said I always think of worst, too dark, too dark, too dark.
I reached the corner of the street, she wept, she wept, she wept,
There little girl crouched on bare feet, she wept, she wept, she wept.
To home I took a little child, a mute, a mute, a mute,
She didn't speak, but only smiled, a mute, a mute, a mute.
A little creepy did I deem, to me, to me, to me,
Some things were different that they seem, to me, to me, to me,
She looked me with her hazel eyes, that night, that night, that night,
Was innocence perhaps disguise, that night, that night, that night?
Then I remembered what to do, with girl, with girl, with girl
How night like this could I push through, with girl, with girl, with girl.
Her hazel eyes and youth despite, ring ring, ring ring, ring ring,
I ate the girl bite after bite, for I'm Elven King!
Peter Rangus, Ljubljana 22.10.2015
Categories:
ljubljana, halloween,
Form: I do not know?