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Sanja Cokolic Poem
Breaking news are keeping us apart
breaking
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2015
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The sky has dug a hole in the cloud
it's fuc**** triangle's fault I can't see the pigs
stratified societies
revitalized on schizophrenic base of
finger pointing minority
staring at fragmented people
seeing them as dispensed particles
that parasitize above their respiratory system and
disrupting implemented cohesion
in order to maintain entropy
by handicap crossing out their name
they are building a special places
for special people
where they all can hang out together
being so special
they need special treatment
feels like above my sternum
yellow pages are flipping through
those are just a small words of highly installed people
we are abled
they are disabled
Forbid words it is needed
holding Jesus's crown above their palms
crown became a baton
that arrogant ones are forwarding toward detoured from sanity
polluted ones
your mind is polluted
but you see clearly
you're receiving it anyway
taking even though you see
the wheel of fortune is set out that way
we all accept other people's lesions
relying on redemption
in small box concealing clarification
your designed cosmos is not overlapping with theirs
your mind is polluted
as you're wandering through the streets derange faced
they are deflecting their children from your trajectory
as the way your polluted mind couldn't touch them
unseen world and silhouettes behind the door
make them distracted
for eagle's flight they aren't ready
we are sane
they are insane
Forbid words it is needed
at the very indication of
fissure in your shield
your position as human becomes gravely disrupted
through your skin they have implemented metal spike
and on the way out handed over a piece of paper
so you can wrapped yourself in that life
like piece of meat from butcher shop
while fissures in your shield
are showing from a transparent pink cellophane
as you're walking down that green mile
toward their hardcover empathy
everything seems like textbook settled
as human rights prohibit otherwise
but no one ever will give you a handshake
they are keeping their hands at necessary distance
from your body liquids
you're contaminated
while in the hands constricting one way ticket to the island of lepers
they will approach to the nearest baptized sculpture
and contritely ahead of holly statue
by fingers cross over blessed balls
while from walls declines
gratitude for not going astray as you did
cleared conscience they'll road up toward the heaven
not even turning to see
how you became a pillar of salt
they are clean
they are virtuous
they are alive
those words are carousel free
going straight forward
potentially blind ended
they are pure
you are impure
Forbid words it is needed
forbid the words or spoken mouths
by all means
stupidity is a matter of choice
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2017
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mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
who's favorite sons held knives
knife, wire ... tic tac ..
mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
but the landlords came with their good intentions
and let the eagles get in
... even child knows what happens when you let the eagle get in
white eagle
tic tac ... wire, knife
mine is the most beautiful ruined country on earth
yet despite Geneva terms
they proclaimed what happened 20 years ago as mislead estimation
leaving us behind, unendingly hemorrhaging
knife, wire ... vukovar, srebrenica
how many of them are still out there
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on merciless concrete
there's a body
don't clean up this blood
shot in the face
and run over as an inssurance
he'll never again put the blue ski mask on
don't clean up this blood
camouflaging a direct shot as ricocheted
did it even came to mind
was he still alive
when those tires
crossed over
don't clean up this blood
he was someone's son
do you have sons
what does the conscience say
does it claim a father
does that father merit someone calls him father
do your sons know
what you just did
don't clean up this blood
who are you behind that shields
who are you behind that badges
who are you behind that spokesman
who's pressing that switch to inhuman
don't clean up this blood
how does it feel when those who you pledged to protect are scared of you
does it make you feel like gods
or obedient dogs
outraged dogs
trying to silent the oppressed
who throws at you those bones from the top of Olympus
don't clean up this blood
just don't
freedom answers to the name of blood
*In memory of Carlo Giuliani (14 March 1978 - 20 July 2001)
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2016
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little color for facade
and everything is going to be ok
let's put a makeup to the toothless dwarfs
on the podium
painted cow's head
for decoration – everything is ready
TONIGHT THEY ARE EATING DWARFS
I think that I'm autistic
if I'm not
I'll become one
(as the only way they will stop touching me)
I don't like touches
they are glassed
like that time
when he died
vanished
he is gone
and they are touching me
I'm screaming
(It can't be heard)
they have achieved sound isolation by bandages
(so it can't be heard)
I'm screaming
(you can't hear it)
aquarium in the kitchen
has earned a criminal offense
according to the feng shui law
he is guilty for selection of cheap coffin
(when money is in question, punishments are always high)
for an INTRO it was perfect
5 minutes of staring to the fish until you start feeling dizziness
perfect INTRO
for making innocence
(all situations are cheap)
let's make a settlement
cheap
tapping fingers on the table
3 to 12 ... cheap
tapping fingers on the table
3 to 12 ... cheap
easy math for hard lesson
category: materialised love to a child
sometimes it is necessary to die
necessary
but not enough
f*** it
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Life was pale canvas
to put some colour on
you never managed
has there been any effort for real
or its all experimental stage for another life
somewhere
where molds aren't capable to digest your soul
lying on the edge of the bed
left you uncover
they were scared of you
but you were more scared of them
roller coaster of emotion you was
unable to be destructive on your own
disabled for finding the shadow of your own
desperately seeking for some black string to be attached
as excuse
for excuse
wanting to be recognized to someones child
resulted in piggy bank
daddy said you're fine
and smashed it
life became a room
with freshly painted white walls
each from top to bottom carrying shelves
on which glass cups were arranged
mimicking a kaleidoscope
your bearing with its reflections wearing a sunglasses
ended up with bloody feet
this life needed you
couldn't you love yourself just a little bit?
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I'm not abnormal
just different kind of normal
through my chambers
tantalized horse is storming
(storms make trees take deeper roots)
Dolly's vinyl began skipping
so my God put his paper hat on
that God of mine wears a paper hat
and you wear the fear the same way
we all have rooted fears
above which ingrained branches furcate
designing modular shadows to be tailored upon
yet my symmetrical reasoning
keeps on coloring that infested resonance
enveloping skin in barbed tape
hoping that loosen blood
will make a liquid embankment around integrated Thanatos
as no one ever comes forward to the bleeding ones
but human embodiment is a marvel
like river it breaks its way through to the subsistence
so harbored will of mine constructed a timber
upon which singleness can find its rest
until encounters her similarly aberrant soil
Copyright © Sanja Cokolic | Year Posted 2017
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By fingers
in fist
firmly constricted
you managed to
form me in Yesterday
under the shower
scratched skin
invoked up to the surface
mine Today
Yesterday
put a frame for life on Today
Today
buried Yesterday
in graveyard a birth was given for
Tomorrow
Terrified word
deranged stares at
reflection in a mirror
we'll never be able to
store in silence
that sound
of their blood
inside of us.
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Freedom
a delicate thing
dancing between
oxygen and carbon
will it give us a life
or suffocate
we're stuck in that reptile stage of uprising experiment
but they didn't count on our soul
small amount of energy which owns us
should have been included in equation
no one is winning
became universal scripture
no one is winning
neither plates from Sinai
nor book older than a prophet
or 'chosen people' exclusive label
no one is winning
sweep demons aside
and avoid your mirrors
stamped with that 21 gram
we are all hostages
living in Stockholm's delusion
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And then paper went silent
leaving same sensation
again that bloody feeling of
big mountain exploding in heat inside my armour plate
just couldn't write the words
with no love among them
their people beheaded one of mine
now trough mine borders theirs screamed for salvation
mine theirs
ours
where did we displaced ours
when
how
always the same in that vicious circle
love and hate chase each other endlessly
clocks are falling off the walls
no limited time period for hate is permitted
as evil is another face of good
just turn that goddamned another cheek
an eye for an eye isn't our god's choice
if it was
He would wiped us out from the planet
we killed his son
now we are killing someones children again
beheading
lifting the wall
strengthened by words
anchored through indifference
they are theirs
send them back
what is broken
can be mended
will never be the same
send them back
shouldn't write those words
with no love among them
they are terrorists
terror could be ours
but europe remains for europeans
send them back
our future is their raping our women
lifting our towns in the air
bombing our schools
churches
hospitals
theirs and ours
under the same sky
stood
And all of that is their now
did I wrote the words
with no love among them?
beheaded religion
and traditionally incorporated patriotism
have written false flag play
clean heart has no misinterpretations
to write a life
only needed is courage
let that paper speak again
trough our borders theirs screaming for salvation
our is beheaded
already tomorrow will be forgotten
as it is less painful
and paper is mute
informations can't endure despair
have you seen them over there
standing in the rain
soaked to the bones
children
women
men
old man
sick
cripled
exausted
heaven is trying to protect their imperfection
mixing his tears with their cry
cleaning them enough so they can merit that crossing
fragile thoughts
mine
climbing over baptised palms
colliding them in prayer for
landless
nameless
lifeless
godless
why have you made us like this?
God went silent
ours
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