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Denis Zukic Poem
It isn’t the toil
but drive,
that wears down a man.
Abilities and choices
are infinite,
but where is time
when duties are many.
Man is a slave
to his freedom of choice.
Unable to commit
freedom masters him,
assigns the lot,
prescribes course of action
and makes his fate.
All men are free,
but they put on shackles themselves
and cry out against tyranny.
Defeating own self
man invents demons and evil
to sacrifice a goat that hasn’t escaped.
Restless pursuit of freedom
tires a man down into slavery.
Freedom becomes a dream
men awake cannot see.
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Denis Zukic Poem
Every death is a suicide,
nobody dies in an accident.
“Car hit him and he died” -
grievous friend with sorrow complains.
But a sage knows
car never hits a purpose,
Deceased one may have not desired
to be hit and die,
But rest assured he didn’t
want to live either.
All victims of accidents chant :
“ Que sera, sera”.
“Whatever will be, will be “.
They are not convinced
in the power of life.
They fail to grasp
and hold it lovingly
turning themselves into prey.
If one chooses to live
then unequivocally one also chooses to die.
Let us not like children be
winning of injustice and tragic destiny,
But accept the true Nature of Reality
and embrace death responsibly.
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Denis Zukic Poem
As a cloud I observe myself,
inseparable from the sky
free as a bird I fly.
Encompassing distance within my sight
all of Nature is under my right.
I lend eyes to birds
to watch the setting of sun
while I gaze upon stars.
Every blade of grass
knows my scent.
I am of Nature descent
she is mother of mine
and father of yours,
we siblings all are.
Nature offers genes
to every living thing.
Be present when she dreams
live to attend her needs,
feel Nature caress
the being you call yourself.
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Denis Zukic Poem
In a city you are a sheep
among hungry wolves
and mighty lions.
A prey, who prays
for a better fate,
but Nature hears not
the sheep bleat,
It favors
howling of wolves
and lions that roar.
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Denis Zukic Poem
When I depart
don’t shed a tear,
your cries
I won’t hear.
Immersed in another reality
I will rejoice
knowing my soul is
where it must dwell.
Long I have been encaged
in dreadful sorrow
but still constantly
I climbed to heaven
only to fall.
Yet in this falling
I found myself,
drenched in blood
feeling the breath
escaping from the body
free and confident
I realized if one is to fall
then don’t climb to Heaven,
better fall in Love.
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Denis Zukic Poem
They nod, rarely shout
Silence is preferred,
Noise produced only when necessary.
Blind by choice,
Deaf by accident.
Intelligent on special occasions,
Usually mundane and somewhat obtuse.
Their characteristics shine in dark.
They alone stand,
Gathering is necessary evil.
Goodness is their way.
Intoxicated in passion
Few live arid.
They sing when communicating
and whisper only in dreams.
You meet them everywhere,
Yet unnoticed they live.
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