metalka_17

In the darkness, I hide my dreams.

12.01.2009.

:-)

Masta mi sapce najljepsu neispricanu pricu.
Njeznost u prahu.

05.01.2009.

Monochromatic stains...

Trepavice.

Sepija.

Usne.

Lak za nokte.

Karmin.

Kafa.

Povratak.

Nema mjehurica!

11.12.2008.

Amorphous being - mighty entity

Ljudski um ne moze shvatiti neprekidno pokretanje snova, sa maglom u ocima i secerom na usnama.

Note im vriste na desno uho.

26.11.2008.

Kako je kada...

Zasto zapoceti esej pitanjem, nije svako pitanje rasprava. Uzvicnik.
Dolazeci do zakljucka da je umjetnost sarene orijentacije, sa nejasnim pogledom na ispucale vrhove  zapetljanim u zvukove i boje, cistila je paucinu sa nedovrsenih snova. Da li oni zaista mogu plutati ispod povrsine? Zbog visoke koncentracije poprilicno poznate supstance, vjerovatno. Voljela je to smece od izostrenih bojica, voljela ga je satima klatiti po rukama, izdrobiti i zakopati u saksiju.
- A da prestanes crtati linije?
On me mirise dok drzim ruku na ustima, sviđa mu se miris cistoce, ali se ipak ne plasi.
- Ispisat cu citav metro tvojim mirisom.
I dok je u Versajskom dvorcu 9 sati, ona jede petit keks sa dzemom od malina, u suncevoj hemisferi i potpuno se predaje osjecaju.
Ona mrzi objasnjavati svoje rijeci strancima, i ne voli kad je cudno gledaju, ne voli prisutnost redoslijeda i povezanosti, i ne zeli se izrazavati ni u kom stilu, niti pravcu.

Echo's vibrated my universe.

Moje misli mirisu na Lenor. Optimizam.

Odoh, opet mi se jede cokolada. ^^
Moze ti pisati do sutra, ionako ne razumijes.

27.10.2008.

...

To su samo rijeci. Stvarnost je na drugoj strani, onoj malo apstraktnijoj.

09.10.2008.

Swallow my words, and taste my thoughts...

Sjedeci dalje nego inace, dalje nego ikada, od tog mjesta gdje je dozivjela toliko toga sa mirisnom notom alkohola, pozeli da je jos dalje. Miris adolescentske hipohondrije, taj vjecni strah koji je vec odavno naslikan i uramljen u njoj, to je to. Cesto sam mu objasnjavala svoju mastu, zapravo - nacin na koji ona funkcionise. To je se moralo zavrsiti na - izvini.
Stvarno ne zelim da me zavolis, jer ta rijec sa samoglasnikom u sredini ne odgovara onoj tvojoj sa samoglasnikom na kraju.
- Ah, ti si dobar momak.
- Kako znas?
- Svi te vole.
- Zasto me onda ti ne volis?
- Zato sto te svi vole.
Ja sam pjeskovita podloga, neplodna za bilo kakav ziv osjecaj.
Pronalazim svoju opisnu osobinu u snijegu. Tad ne volim svoje slike, zato sto me podsjecaju na mene, i da, prosla me je faza skidanja po balkonu. I tako, ne stigoh oprati i posljednji dio ogledane maste, nego skrenuh pogled na prizor kojem se vec dugo divim. Strah je ponovo dosao u najtisim koracima, ali tolikog intenziteta da je zaista mogao stici do svog odredista.
Moje misli su ga zvale, iako to nisam htjela.
Ponovo sam se zatvorila u svoj svijet, iza ormara. Pa sta ako imam velike usne?
U mojim momentima je stvarno tesko  odvojiti stvarnost od maste. Apsolutan rekord.

[Sa blagim zakasnjenjem. Izvinjavam se povodom toga. / Misija ispunjena - smisao pronađen.]

10.07.2008.

...

Ovaj post ce biti napisan zbog dva razloga:

1. Moj blog je nedavno obiljezio dvije (2) godine postojanja, i poprilicno sam zadovoljna svojim dosadasnjim radom i uspjehom, sto ne bi bilo ustvari nista da nije bilo vas * koji ga redovno posjecujete u nadi da cete pronaci neki novi post, ali zahvaljujuci mom nedostatku vremena i prije svega zahvaljujuci mojoj ljenosti to i nije bas uvijek moguce. Sve sto sam zeljela reci je - hvala!

2. Na neko vrijeme odustajem od bloga, zbog raznih obaveza koje vise ne mogu cekati. Iako to zapravo i nece biti toliko primjetno s obzirom da - vec sam to prethodno navela. A druga stvar je i nedostatak inspiracije, tacnije inspiracije koja bi mogla biti usmjerena na ovaj blog, a ona 'druga' inspiracija koja nije vezana za ovo, redovno funkcionise. Jednostavno, godine cine svoje, a ja ne zelim biti neorginalna, pa se vracam cim vratim smisao ovog bloga koji je nestao u proteklih par mjeseci, a mozda cak i prije.

* - L. M. i G.  posebno, kao i svi ostali koje sam zaboravila. Pronaci ce se.

 

metalka_17

13.06.2008.

Umesto cveta Tolstojevoj devojcici...

Zato sto sam sam
i zato sto sam uplasen
zato sto lazem k'o pas
kad kazem da sam sretan
zato sto trazim, a ne dobijam
zato sto trazim, a ne nalazim
zato sto pricam a precutkujem
zato sto volim
zato sto umem
zato sto mogu da razumem
sve tvoje igre
sve tvoje price
i svaku tvoju rec neizgovorenu
znam da naslutim
zato sto i ti mozes  da razumes
sve ono sto stidljivo precutim
zato sto si pesma
zato sto si tajna
zato sto si drugacija
zato sto si bas takva
zato sto nosis tu ozbiljnu masku
zato sto vesto krijes
devojcicu u sebi
zato sto nevesto lazes
da postoji neko treci
zato sto uopste nije vazno
da li postoji neko treci
zato sto se smejes mojim glupostima
zato sto oboris oci
kad nam se pogledi sretnu
zato sto se umaras kad sporo hodas
zato sto narucujes kafu da ne potrosim previse
zato sto ne volis da se sisas nakratko
zato sto si prerano odrasla
zato sto nisi zelela da odrastes
zato sto ne znas da je Betoven sekao noge klaviru
zato sto se smeskas i odobravas glavom
cak i kada ne cujes moje reci
zato sto se zbunis kada te pitam da li si me cula
zato sto komplikujes jednostavne stvari
zato sto sanjas trenutak
zato sto okreces glavu kad najvise na svetu zelis da te poljubim
eto zato i zbog mnogih drugih stvari
zbog jednog mracnog parka
zbog jedne besciljne setnje
zbog jednog pogleda na Tvrđavu
zbog lose predstave o vremenu
zbog crnog vina
i najveceg Lenjivca u ruskoj literaturi
zbog jednog zaljubljenog decaka
zbog jednog nedosanjanog sna
zbog jedne spretno obrisane suze
zbog poljupca u obraz
zbog tvoje ruke u mojoj
zbog nocnih semafora
zbog tebe
zbog mene
zbog jedne uhapsene ljubavi
zbog zivota koji peva iz nas
pogledaj me u oci
i ne trudi se da me slazes!

 

D. Domanovic, Juni 2008. Novi Sad

 

[Hvala ti za ovo, znaci mi. 

10.05.2008.

Samo uporan covjek je...

Da li je uvijek tako bilo?
Da li je to bolest civilizacije?
Da li je to moda?
Tek kada je procitala tekstove, postala je svjesna sta je napisala. - Demon u reagensnom staklu svijesti.
Prva druga stvar koja joj je pala jeste da se sjecanje moze uciniti vidljivim. Ona je svoje stavila na sliku koju je jednom davno dobila sa tako dragim likom.
Valjda je to smatrala dovoljno dobrom investicijom za ulaganje necega takvog.
Kombinacijom toga u reagensnom staklu je vjestacki stvoren strah, i bez ikakvog ucesca volje u njoj se proizvodilo to uzasno osjecanje. To je neprihvatljivo. Demonski.
Nasi strahovi nisu dio nas samih. Oni postaju samostalni opipljivi predmeti, kontrola nesvjesnog.
Ah, na tom dugom reakcionom putu je jos dosla i do zakljucka da je moral - nista! Zapravo, moral je nametnuti propis. A ona nikako nije zeljela biti dio toga, pa je u znak revolta
prenijela pogled onog sto je vidjela kroz djeciji crtez, natrag u stvarnost.
Njena stvarnost je bila kurva, jeb'o je ko je htio, u to vrijeme.
 - Umalo da propadne, sapnuo je i duboko uklesao i posljednje slovo njenog imena na mjesto koje nije bilo u dosegu ljudskog oka. Finis coronat opus.
Po prvi put nakon svega je osjetila da kraj moze biti jos ljepsi pocetak, ali za razliku od prije, sada vise ne govori naglas o tome.

10.04.2008.

Paskalova skala

Hahaha, tvoja ljubav mene raznosi po svuda i kroz mene struji kao struja, pa me udari i raznese svu!

Suncane zrake sto su po meni kao selotep, po jeziku me miluju dok me zgaravica vec hvata i podsjeca na odnos s tobom u hladnom jezeru dok smo se mucili 5 sati samo da ti svrsis.
S  tobom se osjecam kao sa anđelima koji su se usrali, malo i po meni i po tebi. I popisali su se po nama tako da sve to izgleda tako ofucano i sjebano da niko ne moze ni zamisliti. Nakon toga nas niko nije htio ni vidjeti a kamo'l poljubiti i zagrliti.

Ajd jebes spominjanje toga svaki put kad razmisljam o paracetamolu.

Lampa je eksplodirala, i na hiljadu dijelova kucu nasu rasturila. Tada sam ja ostala bez cipela svojih, i tvojih starih opanaka koji su dosta toga na njivi predeverali. Ostala je samo ona deka na kojoj si me prvi put (roditeljska paznja) poljubio, i osjetio njeznost mog napaljenja.
Sjecas li se kad sam uzela tvoj (roditeljska paznja) kaput, i lagano ga vodom sprala? I tako sva mokra vec od minut ranije, otisla sam do ugla sume, da  se sakrijem kraj tebe, ali jebi ga, tvoj kaput je jos uvijek ostao u lijepom sjecanju. Tu ti je ostala i kugla sudbine koja se okretala u pravcu nasih dodira i izdrkavanja. Ti si bio prvi koji je pokusao da je zagrize, ali talas vode iz nje ti to nije dopustio. Odjednom, dosla je i ta noc kada si ti ostavio upaljenu lampu, koja je vec izazvala eksploziju i moje bolesno stanje. Sada ga niko ne razumije, i svi me osuđuju zbog moje maste. Ali cekaj, ta masta je dio tvog napaljenja kojeg smo zajedno izazvali. Eno sad...jebaji ga.
Gdje sam ono stala? Aha...
Rasuto lisce jesenje rasipalo se po tvojoj prljavoj kosi, i pokusalo je da me rastuzi ali posto sam vec bila ljuta, rekla sam ti da prestanes jer cu te raznijeti!
Kisa je vec lagano pocela sipiti, i otisla sam da plivam u njoj misleci na nas. Ali sam mislila na jednu propalu (roditeljska paznja) avanturu sa osobom koja me lozi, ono do daske, i blagi utisak imam da ti meni na svijet hoces da doneses bebu, da bih je mogla vise od tebe voljeti i maziti, i nikome ne dati, jer jebi ga, i nju ce jednog dana neko da...(roditeljska paznja) smrc! Pa ti ovom prilikom obecavam da cu joj licno ja kupovati kondome i vijagru. xD

Brutalee...

[Ubijanje dosade na casu, koje nema veze ni sa cijim psihickim stanjem, ili bilo kakvim predrasudama koje se ticu toga, sto opet ne znaci da nema veze sa stvarnim događajima.]

By:  Me & Nameless.

09.04.2008.

Within the candlelight a rapture is now revealed...

- ' Vjerujem da si iskrena i veoma direktna osoba. Jako kompleksna na razini emocija. Stabilna oko nekih svojih ideala i filozofija, ali ne zalazis u primitivne teme osim kad ne treba. Morbidnija, mracnija i brutalnija nego vecina djevojaka ali uz dalju prisutnost zenstvenosti.'  

27.03.2008.

(00:04)

Ociju poslusno usmjerenih na klatno za hipnozu, pricao mi je pricu svog
poprilicno neispunjenog dana, izdisuci vazduh između jezika i donje usne.
- To je vrlo dobro, ostajes pribran u stanju budnog sna.
A koji zvuk mozemo da upotrijebimo za - ne? Ne!
Posto ostajes pribran u stanju budnog sna, mozes li mi opisati neku od stvari
koje vidis u snovima?
- Sat koristi rimsko IIII, umjesto IV, zbog simetrije sa brojem VIII na suprotnoj strani lica.
- Imas li zvaku?

Imao je u sebi prijatnu umjetnicku opustenost, koja se rastuci stopila sa
napetoscu koju donose strasti. Polen u zanosu je zlatio mahovinu u pigmentaciji njegovih ociju.
(Sve vrijeme se zalio da ga ne boli).
- Ja sam jedan od neobicnijih ljudi, svi to znaju, pa vjerujem da i ti znas.
Privici ces se s godinama, pa ti to vise nece smetati, ako ti to i sad uopste smeta.
- Ne smeta mi, jer su nase uloge na kraju krajeva iste, i imaju istu svrhu, a to je kraj.
"Ostani vjerna umjetnosti, i ona ce uvijek biti s tobom!"
[Nikad vise nisam vidjela takvo stvorenje. Nedugo za tim mi je nedostajala nevinost u boji njegovog glasa.
Drugi dio price je manje bitan.]

 

Kao sto sam ti obecala. (Danas).

05.03.2008.

Naziv posta - post

U ambaru je vazduh hladan, djecija odjeca svucena do pojasa.
- Dođi da se igramo!
U hodniku je zamka, visoki zidni sat prica o poznom satu i
zvuk otkucaja prostire se kamenim prolazima.
Nema nacina da me vidis. /Ove noci bez mjesecine/.
- Nedostajao si mi, i osjecala sam se isto kao kad...
Mmm...
Trideset misli odgovara jednom satu.
On lezi, okrece se u snu. I u snovima.

Zbog tebe, takve.  /Nepotrebna eksklamacija/.

[ Ovo nije prava verzija, toga, valjda. Na neko vrijeme cu se posvetiti pisanju nekomercijalnih postova, iako to oni zapravo ne mogu ni biti, kao sto mi je vec jednom Gother rekao. Ja sam dobro, hvala na pitanju. ]

07.02.2008.

Abigail - Bitch! You're my angel. (:

Bitch! You're my angel
You have listen Venom and Bathory
Burning your heart for metal
Crush! Kill! Destroy!

Witching metal come here
Give me the power of thunder
I love to see your ass
Pussy kiss of hell

I drink the your blood
I masturbate on your face
Street metal bitch, my master
Die in blood and pain tonight

Street metal bitch
Fuck me Satan
Street metal bitch
Fighting for hell

Street metal, back from hell
Satan's revenge for your pussy
Street metal bitch, my master
Mother of Satanik horde

Street metal bitch
Fuck me Satan
Street metal bitch
Fighting for hell

21.01.2008.

...

Flasa votke u ruci, i Morbid Ejndzl tamo negdje u pozadini.

Svilenkasta tezina bozura na rukama.
A gdje bi mogao da stavis ovo? (Soba oko njega nestaje).
U tihim vecerima, kad je vazduh vlazan poslije kise, mi se igramo prepoznavanja po mirisu.
On pali razne kore drveta, i tamjan na liskunu da ga prepoznam. A ja druge 'note', iz repertoara kojeg on ne moze da prati.


[Izluđujes oralno, a za uzvrat  volim te brutalno!]

29.12.2007.

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Postoji jedna prica o djevojcici koja nikada nije zeljela odrasti.

Njeni snovi nisu bili vezani za bezivotni asfalt, za svakodnevne i beznacajne ljude. Njeni snovi su građeni precizno i u stilu arhitekture bez zvanicnog stila. Kada bi neko pozelio da uđe u dvoriste njenih snova, s najljubaznijim izrazom na licu, posmatrao bi bas svaki prizor tokom koracanja. Među njenim najvrjednijim stvarima, u jednoj kutijici koja je posuta srebrnim sjajem, mogli su naci sva nebeska tijela u minijaturnom obliku. Mjesec nije zauzimao najvise prostora. Kljuc od te kutije se nalazio na udaljenom kraju vinskog podruma, u jednoj stalazi sa flasama za vino, pomjerenim nekoliko centimetara od zida. Nisu svi znali naci to mjesto, mozda zbog fenjera koji je zauzimao vecinu prostora i koji je davao beznacajnost prostoru.

Kada bi neko ko nema ni minimalnu vrijednost pokusao da se dograbi tog kljuca, ona bi uzviknula – >Stani! Nisi smio da zalazis ovamo!< To obicno nije zavrsavalo senzitivno.

Jedan je uspio da pronađe kljuc za tu kutiju sa sljokicama koje su ostavljale utisak necega carobnoga, imao je vise od minimalne vrijednosti, zapravo imao je vrijednost koja je zasjenila vrijednost kutije. Tog vanvremenskog trenutka kutija je postala kao Pandorina, i samo on bi je smio otvoriti. Nebeska tijela su krasila sad vec, - njihov zajednicki san. Mjesec nije bio najveci, ali je bio senzitivan.

Toliko o stvarnosti. Izvolite snovi! Sad ste vi na redu da pisete pricu.

19.12.2007.

You know it makes sense...

Fascinantno.

 

- Jebi se! 

26.11.2007.

Nema naslova.

Mirisem cijanid. - Ima miris pecenog badema.  

 - Ima miris kao lijek protiv zubobolje.

- Kretenu! Ne zaboravi da operes ruke poslije toga.  To nije igracka za dijete. Nije.

19.11.2007.

~

Znas, volim tvoju sobu, i sve one brojne tajanstvene mirise u njoj.

Lica izrezbarena u drvetu, zidove sa otiscima nasih ruku.

Volim i da pritiscem usne jednog anđelcica,

dok osjecas krajeve moje haljine, na svom licu.

      
Vrata se otvorise.

14.11.2007.

Opet si me procitao između redova...

Vrata koja vode u kulu sjecanja, do mene, su u sredistu njegove svijesti.
Na njima je mjesto kroz koje se samo dodirom moze izaci.
Ova cudesna vrata se otvaraju prema ogromnom i veoma osvijetljenom prostoru,
u stilu ranog baroka. Brojem prostorija, i hodnika mogu da se mjere sa onima u muzeju Topkapi.
Tu ima mnogo nepokretnih slika, rasparcanih, cije dijelove spojene drzi bezbojno vezivno sredstvo.
Zapomaganje i vriska ispunjavaju neka mjesta u prostorima u koje on
licno ne moze da zakoraci.
Kada nađes tu prostoriju, i vrata se otvore, hajde da odaberemo zvuke u hodnicima
i ne gledajuci ni lijevo ni desno, odemo pravo u >Dvoranu pocetka< gdje su prizori najrasparcaniji.

Trag vriska kao da ispisuje note po nebu.

       

12.11.2007.

Meni...

Ulazak u grad bez  suvisnih pitanja, u tisinu uzajamnog uzimanja i davanja. Spokojno hodanje uz eho smijeha u tijelu i s povjerenjem i sigurnoscu u pogledu.

Imati tebe za prijateljicu, letjeti najljepsim, najmeksim i najvecim krilima kroz ovakav grad. Savrsenstvo.

   

 

* Ovu pjesmu je napisala moja prijateljica Emma, osoba koja je meni jako draga, i koja je bila uz mene u jako teskim momentima.*

Hvala za sve, crvenokosa leptirice.

31.10.2007.

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Happy Halloween, and happy birthday to me.

                            

 ~ A Witch Is Born ~



In a crooked house as old as the forest
A child was born in fire
Her hellish voice, her furious screams
In my crystal that night I could hear
Ten thousand childrean: The dau she was born
Suffered and died in their crypts
A witch is born
With eyes of lightning, raven black hair
She was a beauty
She came here to rule us all
With her cruelty
I admire her beauty, and
The madness that she brings
Singing in awe
Hail o new born witch!


[Burn the fuckin' witch in hell!]

 

26.07.2007.

~

Ja sam uljana boja razlivena po platnu.
Oblik koji gubi formu.
Ja i ti smo samo putnici između dva svijeta.
Gdje su granice nase svijesti?
Na kraju lijepog sna, ostaje samo molekul sjecanja.

21.07.2007.

**

Ponovo je sve drukcije.

Cudna zelja za nastavkom prekinute price.

Kljuc!

Zracak svijetla se provlaci kroz  minijaturnu sobu.

Svijetlost se lomi kroz gomilu razbacanih predmeta.

Misli izlaze na jos uvijek mutnu povrsinu.

Opet neka teznja ka nesavsenom.

Polagano sam hodala po lokvama, smijuci se svojem blesavom smijesku u odrazu.
(A vidis li me sad..?)
Pokusat cu da na to zaboravim

I tako, opet sam nerazumljiva samoj sebi.
Mozda zato sto ne spavam dovoljno, pa mi se u glavi koncentrisu samo psihodelicne misli.
Nestvarne.
Nemoralne.
Zle.

* Samo hrpa nabacanih misli.
I sjecanja na preko dobre
veceri.

 

[Vracam se pisanju bloga, odlucila sam da me to ispunjava.]

23.06.2007.

                     

23.06.2007.

-

Neki dani su drukciji od nekih drugih drukcijih dana.

Spavaj, kasno je!

20.06.2007.

Judas Priest

Angel

Angel - put sad wings around me now
Protect me from this world of sin
So that we can rise again

Oh angel - we can find our way somehow
Escaping from the world we're in
To a place where we began

And I know we'll find
A better place and peace of mind
Just tell me that it's all you want - for you and me
Angel won't you set me free

Angel remember how we'd chase the sun
Then reaching for the stars at night
As our lives had just begun

When I close my eyes I hear your velvet wings and cry
I'm waiting here with open arms - oh can't you see
Angel shine your light on me

Oh angel we'll meet once more - I'll pray
When all my sins are washed away
Hold me inside your wings and stay
Oh! angel take me far away

Put sad wings around me now
Angel take me far away
Put sad wings around me now
So that we can rise again

17.06.2007.

...

Dostigla sam drugu krajnost.

I mislim da se bolje snalazim.

Nevjerovatno izmisljam.

06.06.2007.

* Nestanem.

Pa se opet pojavim.

- Zdravo!

- Zdravo! Budna sam.

Nedefinisanost uma.

- Ponovo?!

- Zasto govoris u sebi? *

26.05.2007.

-

Na kraju je moda, sve izopacenija i sve gluplja, poslije anarhicnih i sjajnih odstupanja renesanse, povezana u slijedu, obiljezila neizbjezno srozavanje.

I povrh svega ona se mijenjala i dopunjavala, a to bar nisu cinili ni vrijeme ni prevrati. U ime dobrog ukusa ona je na ozljede goticke arhitekture bestidno lijepila svoja bijedna prolazna poljepsanja, svoje mramorne trake u oblike kamenih zavjesa, vijenaca, izrezbarenih plamenova, broncanih oblaka. Ostavila je trag uklesan u suprotan zid, obrusila se na kostur umjetnosti, isparala, razorila i ubila građevinu i u obliku i u znacenju njegovim imenom. Muskarca kojem je ona pripadala, htjedose odvojiti od njenog  pogleda.

Dok je drzao u zagrljaju, ona se raspade u prasinu.

24.05.2007.

-

Vrijeme nije na mojoj strani.

Ili ja nisam na strani vremena.

17.05.2007.

..

Prvi, drugi, treci, dvadeseti..

Posljednji.

12.05.2007.

-

Bocica sa Pelisijeovim parfemom.

Tecnost se presijavala u suncevoj svijetlosti, cista, bez najmanjeg zamucenja.

Izgledala je sasvim nevino, poput svijetlog caja - sadrzavala je petinu neke tajanstvene mjesavine koja je bila u stanju da uzbudi cijeli grad.

08.05.2007.

×

- Volim te.

Dubokoumno.

25.04.2007.

*

Daleko od stvarnosti je
tek par koraka ka udaljenom.
Osjetim..
Da, to je nesigurnost.
Niti jedna moja bura
Ti nije poznata.
Pa cak ni stakleni mir
u kojem se ogledas dok brises suze.
Nestvaran osjecaj.
Ti budis, dijete u meni.

21.04.2007.

Cannibal Corpse

Psychotic Precision

Horrific perception that enters the brain
An abnormal psyche insanitys brain
Cemented beyond immeasurable doubt
Psychotic or not they need a way out

Of their obscured minds
If they want to be set free
Lunatics of wrath
Horrid killing viciously

Like incisions
With conviction
Various deaths
Identical

In hell they will find
It is where they need to be
Murder redefined
Butcherd meticulously

Killed the same way
On the same day
Various deaths
Identical

Psychotic precision, Psychotic precision, Psychotic precision
Psychotic precision
Psychotic precision, Psychotic precision, Psychotic precision
Psychotic precision


Aware not of tge cruel visions each had
To slaughter alike they must truely be mad
Rewarded with blood on their ignorant hands
These psychos precisely slew many men

With their obscure minds
Feeling that they were set free
Murder redefined
Butcherd meticulously

Like incisions
With conviction
Various deaths
Identical
Killed the same way
On the same day
Abysmal deaths
Imperceptible

16.04.2007.

×

Dugo.

Daleko.

Jako blizu.

Prekratko.

Da.

Ne!

Vidim ga, on mi mase.

Konfuzija, ponovo ce kisa.

11.04.2007.

+

Zbunjuju me trenutci.

Volim.

09.04.2007.

-

Idi spavaj!

Jako si sebicna.

07.04.2007.

-

Noc je bila blaga, i tamno osvijetljena.

Pogled joj je odjednom izgledao udaljen, nedokuciv.

- Da! Uzviknu ona,  naljutivsi se brzo, i bez  ikakvog znaka pozdrava.

Jos minut, i caj bi bio upropascen.

02.04.2007.

°°

Tisina odzvanja.

Nisu to samo rijeci

To je odjek onog sto jesam.

A ti, iz daljine

Pokusavas da uhvatis, ono sto nemas.

Dok stojimo u mraku sami..

Ne boj se.

S tobom sam.

 

[Tisina odzvanja.]

01.04.2007.

..

Hodam.
Korak para vrijeme .
Na okupu me drzi.
Ja postajem ti,
tvojim nestankom.

27.03.2007.

-

Cekala sam da bljesne sunce...

u tisini svoga mjehurica od sapunice...

...drugi put cu naci bolje skloniste...

 

27.03.2007.

Cryptopsy

Depths You've Fallen

Out of focus
Need to get a grip
So you don't slip
Into the realm
Of lifelessness
As you crawl through
The debris of the past

Feebly arise to one knee
Inhaling the treachery
Bearing witness to the actions you've chosen
Closed mouth, unspoken
The fallen one

Sometimes you hate yourself
And everyone else
Go ahead and hate yourself
For not awakening your dreams
And nightmares

Screams to an immortal one
Supposed only son
Never sees the tears in your eyes
Never hears the ungodly cries
Behind the mask that you've worn
Bitter and scorned

Hourglass and mournful stillness
A tribute to sorrows passing
As time drips in endless
Melancholy and gruesome recollections

Through depths you've fallen
Unsurmountable odds of ascension
Succumbed by fathoms
Washed adrift, suspended in grief
Never to lift your filthy spirit

Soul cleanse, blank the imagery
It must be nice to have
The burden of thought
Whisked away
And let astray

21.03.2007.

....

Prislonjene ljubicice na moje obraze,
miris me opija
iz tvojih ruku.
Hvala.
Tesko je gledati racionalnost vremena,
ali u tvom zagralju sve je lakse.
Polozila sam na dlan:
Pramen kose.
Kristalne kamencice.
Crne trepavice.
Poljupce.
Danas skacem po lokvama,
danas sam sretna,
danas opet cvrsto stojim na svojim nogama.
Danas sam opet - ja!

21.03.2007.

-

- Ti si meni sve.
Natjeraj me da ti povjerujem!

19.03.2007.

Enigma

Gravity of Love

 

Turn around and smell what you don't see
Close your eyes ... it is so clear
Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen
On both ways you can get in

Don't think twice before you listen to your heart
Follow the trace for a new start

What you need and everything you'll feel
Is just a question of the deal
In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love
The path of excess leads to
The tower of Wisdom
The path of excess leads to
The tower of Wisdom

Try to think about it ...
That's the chance to live your life and discover
What it is, what's the gravity of love

Look around just people, can you hear their voice
Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice

But if you're in the eye of storm
Just think of the lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.

16.03.2007.

~

Cesto se pitam, da li dvoje ljudi bez obzira koliko je duboka njihova ljubav, ikada mogu da objasne svoje zivote jedno drugom?

 Da li vrijedi pokusati?

Skoro da sam uzdahnula i rekla -  "ostavi to, nikada neces razumjeti".

A zatim sam pomislila, ne!

 Posto sam te vec zavoljela, vrijedi pokusati bez obzira da li ces razumjeti.

10.03.2007.

                 

09.03.2007.

-

Povedi me sa sobom.

Voli me.

A u sebi kazem:

- Ne gubi vrijeme!

08.03.2007.

Kataklysm


The Road To Devastation

It wasn't so long ago I remember time's where life was so cold
Everything was dark and still I thought I had a chance in life
The demons called my name, they dragged me inside the chambers of hell
No one could hear me, I bled tears of pain

Son, confront me... The Road To Devastation
Kneel before me... The Road To Devastation
Inhale, exhale... The Road To Devastation
This is my life... The Road To Devastation

The sun would rise, the hope would die inside
Another day of misery as the clock turns to agony
Feel the sense of lost time...
When everything falls to pieces and left with a glimpse of light

It wasn't so long ago I remember time's where life was so cold
Everything was dark and still I thought I had a chance in life
The demons called my name, they dragged me inside the chambers of hell
No one could hear me, I bled tears of pain

Son, confront me... The Road To Devastation
Kneel before me... The Road To Devastation
Inhale, exhale... The Road To Devastation
This is my life... The Road To Devastation

04.03.2007.

***

Cijelo tijelo mi je napeto,

u zelji da idem naprijed.

03.03.2007.

..

Pogled s druge strane..

01.03.2007.

...

Nije me bilo.
Volim nestati.
Sutjeti.
Posmatrati.
Ne pitati previse.
Samo osjecati.
Reci.
Znati.
Vidjeti.

26.02.2007.

...

Bez smisla narusavas
Ravnotezu moje stvarnosti.

25.02.2007.

Agonize

When Memory Dies...

I am away from all oblivious matters
With all remembrances that are feeding my life
Just go away, with all your disgusting patterns
Of immortality that are just burning the sense...

Of something that can't be undone – the past
That still lives inside
Hidden within the mind
Directing our future with hands made of hope

Hope is all around us
And all we need to do is to give her embrace
Never to stop, thinking of days behind us
Never trying to hide the true face...

Of something that can't be undone – the past
That still lives inside
Hidden within the mind
Directing our future with hands made of hope

But still we wonder 'till when
With every breath
With every step we take
Awaiting for immortality to come

But do we know
That our existence is becoming a lie
From the moment of truth
When memory dies...

14.02.2007.

Monstrosity

Embraced By Apathy

Raise in the screams of the dying light;
Born into tragedy,
Existing violently.
Forced disregard of all humanity
Product of a war.
Where a generation of souls,
Embraced by apathy,
Caressed by dying energy.
Released from the bodies
Who can't adapt
The weak are attacked.

Horror
Forced into life is this genocide.
Where endless blood saturates the eyes
Of those who kill prepared to die.
Their hunger craving life.

Embrace their minds
Their apathy keeps them blind.
Surely our demise
Within their screams we die.
In vain, force in the blade.
Voluntary plague injected foolishly
Answer to a life obscurity.
Product of a mind
Where a generation
Has drowned themselves in stupidity.
Project aggressively
Choking on the blood of their enemies
Their searching for

11.02.2007.

+++

Svake noci te sanjam
i svake noci
imas drugacije lice.
Moje je uvijek isto.
I znam da odgovara
uz svako tvoje.

10.02.2007.

...

Ne das me
a nema te.
Ja bih trebala biti
samo tvoja.

10.02.2007.

Testament

I've been a prisoner
Trapped in by fear
Ordered for the rest of my life
Condemned in a jail cell
Ain't seen life in years
Escape is the only way out

Restart my life
Or self destruction
To climb this wall
Of dark construction
Holding the quest for freedom
That beckons me

My sanity is all but gone
My patience is growing very weak
I need to get a hold of myself
I stare at the wall
For the right time has come
Escape must occur on this night

Stand in my way
And I'll run you straight through
There's no one to stop me now
For I'm on the loose
And I'm ready to start
Torture and hell an this town

OVER THE WALL!!!!!!!!

The search will not stop
And hounds will not rest
Till I am back in my cell
For if I am caught, I'll try it again
Over the wall I will go, I will go

04.02.2007.

Rekao si
''Previse si cudna za mene!''
nisi se smijao dok si to izgovarao.


03.02.2007.

...

Daljina nas je zblizila
a blizina udaljila.
Cujes li rijeci koje sutim?
Vidis li ono sto ne pokazujem?
Baci mi jos jednom
pijesak u oci,
molim te.

28.01.2007.

Kalmah

The Groan Of Wind

The groan of wind a hiding deadly disease
A killer that hides in the wind
And cannot be seen
A powerful enemy a threat that truly exists
By a hair hung our lives
We see that but we´re blind

Ever-transforming, reproductive, worldwide pandemic
Our time is running out
The clock is striking on
And in spite of our drugs
We´ll stay powerless

The groan of wind
A silent killing machine
There´s no place we can breathe
Deep down in our lungs symptom breeds

H5N1 Lethal time bomb
H5N1 Lethal time bomb

Maybe we have earned our urns
We cannot endlessly breed
Our scientific achievements
Nature simply will beat
The groan of wind a hiding deadly disease
The groan of wind a hiding deadly disease

The groan of wind
A silent killing machine
There´s no place we can breathe
Deep down in our lungs symptom breeds


24.01.2007.

....

On kaze da je voli.
Ona kaze da ga voli.
On kaze da ga je strah.
Ona kaze da je strah.
Oni se nikada ne srecu.
Oni zive zivot iluzija.
Oni zive u snu.
Oni zive u nadi.
Oni zive od rijeci.
Oni ne zive.

24.01.2007.

Death

Spirit Crusher

It comes from the depths
of a place unknown to the
keeper of dreams
if it could then it would steal
the sun and the moon from the sky
beware

Human at sight, monster at heart
don't let it inside it could
tear you right apart

No guilt, it feeds in plain sight
Spirit Crusher
Stay strong and hold on tight
Spirit Crusher

Speaking in killing words

The vicious kind that crush and kill
no mercy, its pleasure to taste
The blood that it bled.


When it's time to feed to fulfill
the need to consume a breath
some will rise standing tall
breathing out all the breath from
the voice of a soul.

21.01.2007.

...

Cemu preokupacija u mislima?
Uzaludnim temama o kojima nema smisla raspravljati,
sa tobom te stotinu puta doci na isto.
I stotinu jebenih puta pitati se isto pitanje.
Hiljadu puta ocajnicki traziti jos jedan moguci odgovor.
Nerealan.
Pun nade i drugih mogucnosti.
A zasto? Da se mozda na taj niski nacin tjesim?
Jednostavno ne mogu prihvatiti cinjenice.

Ali,
nema veze.
Ti to ionako
nikada neces saznati.

17.01.2007.

Six Feet Under

Silent Violence

I cut your throat, wide, opening
A hole in your neck
Your blood sprays my skin warm and wet
you can't feel your heart beating
scream no one is listening
I cut your tongue from your mouth

dying you feel yourself slip away
your dead body will be left, unburied
on one will find you dead

All is quiet as I force my fist down your cut throat
Grabing tendons and veins
I pull your insides out through your lipless mouth
Your stiff body is cold and still

dying you feel yourself slip away
your dead body will be left, unburied
on one will find you dead

Violent
Silence

dying you feel yourself slip away
your dead body will be left, unburied
on one will find you dead

Haphazardly I remove your spleen
And your liver
There is much blood
Eyes have been removed
While you were still alive
Now I tear your flesh, I am ripping your skin

dying you feel yourself slip away
your dead body will be left, unburied
on one will find you dead

Fingerless hands, clenched - I continue to dissect
blood spurting from punctured flesh
your naked body stripped of skin
soon you will rotten
Insects infest your flesh

16.01.2007.

Kad na uho mi sapnes
Da ne mozes bez mene
Ja zapravo ne znam
Sta vidis u meni, ali
Nastavi tako dalje..

15.01.2007.

Dead Emotions

 Near End Experience

So much goes wrong, so much brings me down
I'll just leave this shit, try to find new things that count
So hard to keep myself sane and not to show my mind to others
So easy to swallow the sorrow, but one day I will choke
Raping life's rules make me feel
A near end experience
A fear to change this situation
Is stronger than all pain
People say catharsis means to hurt yourself
Both ways will do, which one shall I walk?
I am unclean, full of doubts, but this will fucking change
To be consequent is hard but fais
There are seven days left and still it is a question of execution
The times of cowards are over, I must show strength
A new-born mind on fire
To resist the seduction, do it to free yourself

13.01.2007.

Kletva. :)

The Cry Baby me proklela, tako da sam morala napisati pet stvari o sebi za koje niko ne zna, ili bar pokusala da ih napisem.

1* Stabilna sam, i ne moze me svaka sitnica dirnuti, naravno sve ima svoju granicu. Puna kontradiktornosti, nezavisna, ambiciozna, cesto veoma sebicna. Tvrdoglava, ponekad je to dobro sto ne odustajem, ali ponekad je i naporno. Uglavnom, tjeram svoje dok ne shvatim da to mozda i nije najpametnije, ali i tada mi je tesko odustati. Temperamentna sam. Jako. Vrlo me je lako iznervirati ali obicno ostajem suzdrzana. Samo mi se jednom dogodilo da sam toliko pukla da rezultati nisu bili dobri.
2* Volim postavljati direktna (cesto neugodna) pitanja ljudima koje tek upoznam. Ne zanima me odgovor koliko necija reakcija na postavljeno pitanje.

3* Rijeci koje najteze izgovaram su: volim te, i oprosti mi. 

4* Rijetko kome dajem drugu sansu, osim ako nisam sigurna da je zasluzio.

5* Veoma sam cudna i ekscentricna, ali upravo zbog toga me drugi vole. Neograniceno prepotentna, sto u jednu ruku i nije dobro. Posjedujem sve karakterne osobine skorpije, i ujedno sam i ponosna sto sam skorpija.

____________________________________________________

(Upload nakon vise od godinu dana. Izmjene su napisane bijelim slovima).

Sada sigurno mogu reci mnogo vise o sebi, nego sto sam vec rekla tad kad sam sebe znala jednako kao sto me i vi znate.

1. Stabilna sam, i ne moze me svaka sitnica dirnuti, naravno sve ima svoju granicu. Puna kontradiktornosti, nezavisna, ambiciozna, cesto veoma (ne)sebicna. Tvrdoglava, ponekad je to dobro sto ne odustajem, ali ponekad je i naporno. Uglavnom, tjeram svoje dok ne shvatim da to mozda i nije najpametnije, ali i tada mi je tesko odustati.  Temperamentna sam. Jako. Nije me je lako iznervirati ali kad se to desi ne ostajem suzdrzana.

2. Nevjerovatno procjenjujem ljude, tako da sa svakim znam na cemu sam. Nekada stvari pustim da odu malo dalje, iako vec jasno vidim kako ce se zavrsiti. Pa upravo iz tog razloga ne mogu ostati povrijeđena. (Ajd sad odjebaus!)

3. Rijeci koje najteze izgovaram su: volim te, i oprosti mi. Ovo se promijenilo na jedno izvjesno vrijeme trajanja godinu i par mjeseci. Sad je ponovo isto.

4. Rijetko kome dajem drugu sansu, osim ako nisam sigurna da je zasluzio. (Vise puta prekrseno, iako nije trebalo. Posljedice su bile katastrofalne po moju stabilnost i odlucnost, ali sam dobro naucila da se ovaj zakon vise nikada nece promijeniti).

5. Tokom ovog vremenskog perioda moj karakter je prosao kroz mnoge faze, koje nazalost nisu pozitivno uticale na njega. Jedno jebeno osjecanje je promijenilo toliko toga da ce se jos dugo vremena oporavljati.

Uglavnom, prestala sam biti naivna, kao sto sam prestala i da vjerujem ljudima. Smatam da niko nije vrijedan nicega sto je moje, i jos uvijek stoji ono da samo rijetki imaju cast za takvo nesto.

 


08.01.2007.

Postoji samo nas svijet

Tamo gdje se dodiruju svjetlost i tama..

07.01.2007.

U ocima tvojim

vidim sebe

dok gledam te..postojim

 

07.01.2007.

Suffocation

To Weep Once More

Sorrow fills my weeping eyes
Plauge and famine revived
Reaping the benefits of life's tomb
Insolent your fate
To weep once more
To seal our fate, look at what we've done
to this holy place

Fought through the centuries of time
Religious undertones befall the earth
A god of everlasting peace
Yet lives are lost to you
Is there such a place as this
Supposed equality amongst all beings
To serve the allmightly one

Plauge... another tool of demise
Thin the weak and feeble to die
Father, why have you forsaken me
The child that sits upon your cross
Molest the innocence to quench the thirst

Representing the church an unholy curse
Brought before judgement the eyes of hypocrisy
An unfitting place this must be

Sorrow fills my weeping eyes
Plauge and famine revived
Reaping the benefits of life's tomb
Insolent your fate
To weep once more
To seal our fate, look at what we've done
to this holy place

Contrived a plan for all to die
Mislead to believe your lies
Does this not seem too harsh
Slaughtering the lambs that are lost

Famine... another tool of demise
Starving the innocent left to die
Father, why have you forsaken me

06.01.2007.

Izasavsi u predvorje,na drugom kraju opazila je

njegov pogled kako se  okrece prema njoj..

01.01.2007.

Exhumed

Sex, Drink & Metal

Inside my freedom
I'm slaved
By those tastes of lust and evil
I cannot escape

I ever hear a voice
A voice that is my sign
Sex, drinks & metal
The destiny of my life!

Beware
I'm alive
And licensed to:

Sex, drinks & metal

Some forces tried to stop me
But I destroy them with my hate
'cause in blood I will have my revenge
I'm not worried if it happens late

I'm living in sin
And it's a hard way of life
But in sex, drinks & metal
I will die!!!

01.01.2007.

Exhumed

Deep Red

Step by step, death by death
The end draws closer breath by breath
An ichor-stained fate from which you won`t be spared
The crimson labyrinth in which we`re ensnared...

Behold-
In shattered mirror what you`ve become
Only now at the end-
Can you see how terror runs...

Blood runs cold
Horror runs wild
Your life runs out
Death runs-
DEEP RED

DEEP RED

Your existence ebbs in a scarlet symphony
Your parting words gasped in dismal necrony
Any hope you had to survive has now died
Gagging on blood as you swallow much more than your pride...

So many times-
I fantasized
About you so many ways-
To take your life!

Blood runs cold
Horror runs wild
Your life runs out
Death runs-
DEEP RED

DEEP RED
DEEP RED
DEEP RED


Blood runs cold
Horror runs wild
Your life runs out
Death runs-
DEEP RED

DEEP RED
DEEP RED
DEEP RED

01.01.2007.

Sutjela je cekajuci da on progovori,razumjela je njegovu zelju da joj to kaze.Tada se ona nasmija,ovaj put malo njeznije.

31.12.2006.

Sretna Nova Godina!!!

28.12.2006.

Melodija..

Slicna udaljenom vrisku ljudskog placa.

26.12.2006.

..........

Ponovo sami.

U kolijevci noci.

Drhtis.

Oci ti lagano gube sjaj.

Govoris da uskoro ides

I da posljednje trenutke provedene zajedno

Zauvijek pamtim.

Tvoja kosa na mome krilu

Oci gledaju u nepoznate zvijezde

Shvatam da te volim, ali  vec sam te ranila.

Nema spasa.

Oci se polako sklapaju.

Zovem te..

suze..

U silnom bunilu

Da li je sve to istina?

16.12.2006.

...

Bijeg.
Trci.
I ne gledaj me tako.
Velikim ocima uplasenog djeteta.
Bojis se necega.
Neshvatljivog?
Pogled ispunjen mrznjom,
uvrede
i psovke.
Njeni tajni,
sifrirani izrazi ljubavi.
Kontrolisi se!
Vidim te.
Zatvaram oci.
Cudan osmijeh na licu.
Cujem te.
Neodoljiva zelja da te uhvatim za ruku
i kazem ti sve sto trebas znati.
Suzdrzi se...
Znam o cemu razmisljas
.

07.12.2006.

*

I zar ti ponekad nije dosta svega?
Osjecas li se ponekad toliko usamljeno da ti se
zvuk tisine ucini preglasnim,
a u glavi ti gromoglasno odjekuju razbacane misli?
Pozelis li poletjeti jos samo jedan,
posljednji put i...
Pasti?

27.11.2006.

metalka_17

[Nema slike!]

25.11.2006.

****

Nepomicna tisina i inje u sobi. Osjecam vlastiti dah kako se ledi.
Pahuljice su lomile svoj pad na tamnoj figuri koja je stajala pod svjetiljkom, padale na cipkasti crni sal kojim je ovila glavu. Dugi nokti zabili su se u cipku i ne daju vjetru da otkrije lice..
Sapnuh njegovo ime.
Vjetar je rasipao eho nad gradom poput kletve.
Na usnama joj je pocivao najzavodljiviji osmijeh. Bila je to poruka: "Znam tvoje snove!" 
Ulica je bila prazna. Vjetar je pravio male pijavice od snijega. Sada su stvarno izgledale kao da plesu,
te male srebrne iskre. Zar to nije divno?
Vjetar je ispustao svoje krikove za njom. Vjecnost je prolazila..

18.11.2006.

Malevolent Creation

All That Remains

Measures of hate, only few can understand
For their beliefs, these horrendous plans

Prepare to die... from youth they are taught
To achieve a certain peace, to be martyred next to God

Believing, achieving, fulfilling the killings
Their only known way of life
Live have been planned out strategically mapped now for
When its their time

No fears that they possess, device strapped to their chest
Brainwashed by their faith, a lost hypnotic state
Driven all through the life by what they think is right-
Human missile launched, religious holocaust

All that remains, promises are made
All that remains, the innocent are slain
All that remains, a foreseen place of rest
All that remains for their lives are their deaths

The numbers grow with time, destruction in their minds
These recruits await, a chance for heavens gates
People gripped with fear not knowing when death is near
Bloodsheds will arise, no regrets of who will die

Honored by their deeds, those with the same beliefs
Helpless towards these acts, unseen ruthless attacks
No end to this in sight, all treaties failed thru time
Blood now fills the streets, a vision that repeats

12.11.2006.

 Izgubila sam samu sebe
dok sam tebe trazila u beskrajnoj pustinji svojih
djetinjih snova i zelja
previse sam vjerovala
kao i uvijek
zarobljena u svojoj utopiji
okruzena stihovima
dio nestvarnih slika
pokusavam prozivjeti svoje snove
uvjerena da je sve stvarno
trazim sebe u beskrajnim prostranstvima bajke
zaboravljam da sam ikad postojala
pokusavam pretvoriti snove u stvarnost
zarobljenica svojih misli
ne zelim pobjeci
barsunastim sapatom kise
uvjerena da je sve stvarno...
ne zelim pobjeci.

11.11.2006.

Vader

When Darkness Calls

In the midst of wave
Unconceivable Evil
And we are drowning down
Into the forgotten city
Oxygen becoming treasure
Is it time to choose
...yes, it is...
We plunging in madness
In the depths of madness
Into the light in the end
Of this terrible journey

Guided by figure sculpted in ivory
Place, where absence of life
Does not mean morality
Imagination in one with memory
And memories are so real
Unveiling the mystery
Storm choirs are wailing
Splendid structures
Going out searchlight

In the midst of wave
Unconceivable Evil
And we are drowning down
Into the forgotten city
It's time to choose
And I am choosing
The Unknown...

08.11.2006.

*

Skupljala je osmijehe,
i pazljivo ih spremala
u svoju skrinjicu snova.
Tako prokleto zaljubljena
u cijeli svijet.
Prvog dana,
jos jedne sive
samotne
tuzne jeseni.
Prije tri vjecnosti,
nacrtala je na svom licu
najljepsi osmijeh.
Nadala se da ce se
jednog dana,
i on smijati sa njom.

05.11.2006.

...

San
pala je noc,
polako i u tisini.
mjesec je izasao,
blistaju zvjezde.

svi spavaju,
ali njezine oci
nikako da se sklope,
nikako da utone u san.

place,
misli na njega,
misli prijatelje,
misli na zivot.

napokon je utonula u san.

sanja...

budi se kraj njega.
sretna,
grli ga,
sva blista.

odlaze, zajedno,
misli su joj vedre,
prvi put u zivotu je istinski sretna.

budi se...

trazi ga, ali nije tu!
shvaca da je sve bio san,
ponovno place, shvaca da on nije vise tu,
nije uz nju,
napustio je.


odlazi do ormarica,
otvara ladice,
trazi nesto,
nasla je
odlazi u krevet,
ponovno je utonula u san,
ovaj put zauvijek,
s nadom da ce san trajati vjecno!

Invisible version.



02.11.2006.

Toxicdeath

Death Metal Infection


Crosing the nebula of life
We summon the notes of death
Together in an neverending battle
Against the armies of the same

Harvesters of criticism
Defending their weak brains
From the inevitable truth
Hiddin´ their lack of intelligence

Crosing the nebula of life
We summon the notes of death
Forever in neverending battle
Defeat the armies of the same

We worship art of aggression
An opened Death Metal Quasar
Who´s power is untouchable
For those primitive ones

(Shadows of the warriors remains
As the Death open the gates
In different wiew of spectar
Our souls reunite the eternal quest
Illusions of the madness prevail
In those minds under the veil
Closing their eyes afore their fate
Victory of Death ends their quest)

31.10.2006.

...

 

Dozivam te vriskom
koji para tisinu.
Zarobljena u tebi,
sludjena tvojim otiskom
Cuvam te u mislima
doticem nove dimenzije,
spoznaju nekog novog nemira...
Da ne smetam,
ali da znas da postojim....

28.10.2006.

...

Uhvacena pod svijetlom mjesecine,
po stoti put lomeci se na istini,
klizim u iscekivanje.
Samo zeleci postati dijelom tvoje vjecnosti,

zauvijek hodati po stvarnosti.
Prepoznajuci svaku vlas tvoje kose,
zelim te voljeti.
Prolazim pod lomljenim sjajem smedjih ociju.
Nocas  postajem nocni andjeo,
zauvijek prozeta u tvojim snovima.

26.10.2006.

...

U zagrljaju onoga koji me beskrajno voli,

a ja mu tu ljubav ne mogu uzvratiti.

[Ponovo te ne volim.]


25.10.2006.

Necrophagist

 Epitaph

Leaves fall in the autumn
of lives that appear
to be worthless to some,
utmost ignorant.

Expectations shift in the eye
of the beholder...behold.

Tears drop from the eye
of lives paled
as jealousy fools
a mind distorted.

Expectations shift in the eye
of the beholder...behold.

One wishes existence
to be of fulfillment,
but leaves bend to the will
of winds blowing.

To foresee the end
of a soul...Epitaph.

Claim to foresee
the end of a soul.
Premature Epitaph.

To foresee the end
of a soul...Epitaph.

25.10.2006.

****

Sjedim sama.
Cujem samo suze
koje se kap po kap
polako spustaju niz moje lice.
Odjednom, bez nekog pravog razloga
slomila sam se.
Slomio se moj cvrsti stav prema zivotu
recenica koja glasi:
zivot je borba, prihvati je!
Cini mi se kao da sam
izgubila tu borbu.
Borbu koja je zapravo zivot.
Ali zivot je jos tu,
nesto me drzi, ali ne znam sta.
A suze se i dalje slijevaju,
i tiho placu sa mnom.
I ta borba koju bi trebala izdrzati,
vuce me prema dnu.
Ja ipak nisam toliko jaka.
I nekad se pitam zasto borba jos traje,
zasto je zivot ovakav kakav je?
A takav je zbog tebe.

11.10.2006.

*

Odjednom...

Izgubih se.

Potonuh.

Pa isplavih.

Kao zraka svjetlosti,

iza oskrinutih vrata.

I pomilovah drhtavim prstima

vlagom nacete zidove.

 

Koja izgubljenost u spoznaji,

da je zraka svjetlosti najbrza.

A put do nade najduzi, najsporiji.

02.10.2006.

Dying Fetus

Stop At Nothing

Compelled to eternal hate, censure of the mob, submit to them
Pressured from the outside, prevailing herd mentality, fearing deviation
Traumatized, retreat and submit, habitual failure, they no longer attempt
Resist all efforts at change, practice the routine

Fake courage to impress the other sheep
All cowards in their own pointless, twisted fate

Constant friction, voicings of new converts, don't know shit
Arbitrary changes visit ownership upon me

Do I look like I need you to rearrange my realm?
Drift through the motions of your predetermined course
Escape the dreary confines of your present circle
Solve your internal conflict, mend your own life

Follow useless trends, fucking with my mind, indignant lies that I reject
I care less and less for your weak opinion, pretension, pomposity
Reinforce your fear, admonishment of fools, path of least resistance
Bottomless mass of simpletons

Uncover your own future, ignore the losers words
Endure the pessimism, projections of the timid
Escape the dreary confines of your present circle
Solve your infernal conflict, before your demise

Reinforce your fear, admonishment of fools, path of least resistance
I care less and less for your weak opinion, pretension, pomposity
You're not qualified to deliver me, realize, drop your crusade
Nothing will prevent the ends I have chosen

Agonizing reapprisal, long ago I came unto my own
Discard the worthless bullshit, comprehend the revelations beyond
Hypocrites eating shit, choking on the spewings they never lived by
Estimations of lesser men, self-fulfilled to their dead ends

28.09.2006.

******

Koracala sam tiho u noc, bila je mracnija nego inace.
Prilazio mi je laganim hodom, lebdeci iznad zemlje.
Vjetar mi je mrsio kosu i zavijao poput tuznog vuka na vrhu planine, najtuznija melodija ikad ispjevana.
Ni trunke svijetla koje bi obasjalo njegovo predivno lice.
Dao mi je do znanja da je ovo kraj.
Zavjese zivota su se navukle oko mene, bilo je gotovo.
Izblijedjele slike na licu bile su zauvijek nestale.
Zora nije dolazila.
Bila sam oslobođena nad svojim zivotom.

24.09.2006.

Cryptopsy

We Bleed

First the climb
Become the status
Regained sight
Undercontrolled
On a directionless path

One should be
The quiet one who would not see
Resemblance in self
And all those spawned

All in the same
Suffering sadness
Incredible truth
Justice to this madness

Remember, forget who you are
Negative and bored
And have given a little too much thought
Here today, long gone yesterday
Saw a million zombies like me
Some of whom have entered the fray

A man with nothing to lose
Will kill quicker than a wolf
Will tear your flesh
And a man with all to gain
He will do the same
Now has easily passed the threshold

We bleed
Like the rest of you pigs
We breed
Fuck like the rest of you parasites

We plead
For an end
The need
For selfishness
We bleed
Ourselves instead

Tortured
Wondering whether
The process of thinking
Duplicates itself
Mirrored by maniacal malicious intentions
Carried out with ease
We bleed

A man with nothing to lose
Has struck swifter than a snake
Displays cold survival
And a man with all to gain
He has done the same
But has never crossed the threshold

Leap across the line
Teeter back and forth
On the brink
Decide which path
You take every hour

23.09.2006.

******

...Ostavio si tragove...
...posute mjesecinom....
...na mojim dlanovima,....
...nekoliko nedovrsenih prica...
...ispisanih na mom tijelu,...
...nejasne slike ....
...rasute nemirnim snom....
...Ostavio si prazninu,...
...gdje tebala je biti ljubav,...
...hladan dodir pod prstima,...
...prazan pogled u daljinu,...
...mislima zamrsenu kosu,...
...suze dok skriva,...
...od sazaljivih pogleda....
...Ostavio si oblak...
...kisom sto place,...
...da ispere tvoj lik,...
...izbrise tragove, ...
...tvog posljednjeg hoda...
...mojim mislima...

21.09.2006.

Slayer

Bloodline

Eternal the kiss I breath
Siphon your blood to me
Feel my wounds of your god
Forever rape mortality
I smell of death
I reek of hate
I will live forever
Lost child pay the dead
Bleeding screams of silence
In my veins your eternity

I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth

First breath born come alive learn to kill
Bloodfest awaits to feed your hunger
Dark side has no rival test your faith in blood
Night hides the hunting packs a feeding frenzy

I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth

I am the first not the last
Condemned by a single kiss
Betrayed eternally I'll rip inside your soul
Contaminating the world
Defying god and son
Black heart that brings your death
Living in infamy

Drink the flesh of life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years

I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth

Blame god chosen children
As you die I'm immortal
Faithless no religion
Stalking prey is my confession
Captive blood enslavement
Pain and hunger drives your madness
Drink flesh life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years

19.09.2006.

Suffocation

Breeding The Spawn

Eulogy inscribed in the scrolls of humanity.
Ancient scriptures of predicted demise.
A world encased in the womb of it's ignorance.
Extinction will be swift, relentless butchery.

The structure collapses, spewing forth mutation.
Plague bathes the earth from infected skies.
Chaotic saturation into the pores of existence.
Breeding the spawn.
Effigy awake in it's mummified region.
Silent tombs concealed from the light.
Grueling afterlife christened by their deaths.
Malignant offspring of decrepit birth.

Impurity of souls.

Visions of the agony tightly close the weeping sky.
Spirits ty feeds on eachinvert the earth unfertile.
Anxiously await reprisal for the deprived life.
Horrifying rituals of unorthodox intelligence.

Premature suffering from within their charred domain.
Altering the promises of peaceful rest and afterlife.
Hideous denial of a once forgotten life.

Ascending messiah.
Conqueror of the apocalypse.

Divine majesty.
Giver of supreme entity.

Churches rise from disturbed grounds.
Symphony of depression purifies.
All will be altered.
The dead choir will sing.
Hymns of blasphemous irreverence.

15.09.2006.

Kataklysm

Face The Face Of War

this time we went to far
this time we opend the scars
to feel destruction inside this worlds addiction
last dance for the new generation
beloved ones... virgins of war
neverseen the true colors of sufferance

forever... face the face of war
forever... we shall face the face of war
we shall not fall, we shall stand tall
in the midst of all this pain
we will face the face of war

'til the end of time, worlds will collide
people will die
and everyone you trust will turn on you
to save themselves from the devil's grip

stay on guard, make sure you don't drift away
prepare for battle... bloodbath of innocent man
guilty for taking life... for taking life!

corpse of dead man surround me
release me from this sanctuary

forever... face the face of war
forever... we shall face the face of war

we shall not fall, we shall stand tall
in the midst of all this pain
we will face the face of war

22.08.2006.

Her ghost in the fog

The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snos
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog

12.08.2006.

*

Njegove oci su me pratile,
dok sam mu govorila
o tezini naseg grijeha.
Razlogu propalog zivota.
I da njegova ljubav nije valjana.
Nije shvacao,
zasto se moram vratiti.
Grabio me crnim kandzama.
Zubi mu sijevali na truloj mjesecini.
Jednostavno nije shvacao.
I bjezeci prema svjetlu.
Pokusavajuci ga odbiti.
Padoh mu u narucje.


11.08.2006.

Behemoth

Before Aeons Came


before the beginning of years
there came to the making of man
time, with a gift of tears
grief, with a glass that ran

pleasure, with pain for leaven
summer, with flowers that fell
rememberance fallen from heaven
and madness risen from hell

strength without hands to smite
love that endures for a breath
night the shadow of light
and life the shadow of death

and the high gods took in hand
fire and the falling of tears
and a measure of sliding sand
from under the feet of the years

and froth and drift of the sea
and dust of the laboring earth
and bodies of things to be
in the houses of death and of birth

and wrought with weeping and laughter
and fashioned with loathing and love
with life before and after
and death beneath and above

09.08.2006.

Cannibal Corpse

Hammer Smashed Face

There's something inside me
It's, it's coming out
I feel like killing you
Let loose the anger, held back too long
My blood runs cold

Through my anatomy, dwells another being
Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding
Brutality now becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead

Eyes bulging from their sockets
With every swing of my mallet
I smash your fucking head in, until brains seep in
through the cracks, blood does leak
distorted beauty, catastrophe
Steaming slop, splattered all over me

Lifeless body, slouching dead
Lecherous abcess, where you once had a head

Avoiding the prophecy of my new found lust
You will never live again, soon your life will end
I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face
facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half

Crushing, cranial, contents

Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes
Squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised
Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon
Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions

Suffer, and then you die
Torture, pulverized

At one with my sixth sense, I feel free
To kill as I please, no one can stop me

Created to kill, the carnage continues
Violently reshaping human facial tissue

Brutality becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead

07.08.2006.

Orbituary

Review: Obituary make metal from the contrast between a consistent rhythm and a shifting tonally ambiguous riff, using tempo as an instrument of blunt destruction in spanning calibrations from doomy lumbering passages of shuddering chords at the speed of deathbed breathing to the midpaced fast tempo range used by bands such as Sepultura or Slayer, not dependent on speed to free the drums to serve structure rather than consistency. Creative and delicate playing from the strings, drums and voice do the finishing work on an epic in the making from its adventurous sense of space to song.

Tracklist:

1. Infected
2. Body Bag
3. Chopped in Half
4. Circle of the Tyrants
5. Dying
6. Find the Arise
7. Cause of Death
8. Memories Remain
9. Turned Inside Out
From demo:
10. Infected
11. Memories Remain
12. Chopped in Half
Length: 52:59




As rhythms melt into the mind of the listener, a range of chords and a pace of undulation between the notes determine the distance between inception and resolution to a melody, with a greater range determining the space between which the song moves, and its internal stops within that matrix. An unfolding sequence of layered structure emerges from this work in recollection and analysis, spelling out in the darkest hand of force since Black Sabbath a tumbling apart world of chaotic and absurdist existence made sensible only through a rigorous and deconstructive logic. This intensifies as the songs emerge and even after their virii have concluded and identified a dominant thematic structure; the modulation of tone which could be mistaken for key change is an index of variability which determines melodic potential in even chromatic and dark, double-picking doom riffing which slams to a close in staccato blasts of power chord.

Melodies conclude in violent ways, deconstructing at the root note and folding over to another scalar dimension of the space between notes. This heavy harmonic influence makes the music both broodingly obscure and morbidly nihilistic and chromatic, providing a flavor which sets the pace for the ambient metal explorations which constitute the bulk of the album. Feathering movements of chords dive into large conclusions and race through changes to explode into their antithesis, a vengeful recursion of an opening theme in its backward logic affirming all of the negative spaces previously cordoned off by the directionality of melody.

In the abstract, this album resembles a series of cave mazes leading to further and simpler depth as the descent intensifies; similarly, these chords collect and discharge in patterns of increasing division and reductivism of tone to direction. Totally nihilistic as it is, this work also provides a calming gentleness of wavelike sound which coordinated in strumming to the Doppler effect of its changing melody, seems a smooth and muscular benevolence even in the face of intensely horrific appearance.

05.08.2006.

Children of Bodom

Evrytime I die

Tfaint blaze of the candle of my life,
slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside,
no shooting stars on my sky.
On broken wings, no flying high...

Another night, another demise,
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice...
I`ll let the wind blow out the light
cuz its gets more painful every time i die.

Out of strenght to fight.
I cannot take another night.
I cannot take it no more.
Lust of light slips through my fingers
like blood on my arms.
Black candle wax has buried me...

Another night, another demise,
Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice...
I`ll let the wind blow out the light
cuz its gets more painful every time i die.


04.08.2006.

Jedna prica...

04.08.2006.

Agonize

This Agonizing Soul

I fed of power
That is running trough my mind and veins
Which cannot deny all the sorrow and all the pain

Can you save me
Can save me from myself
When memory turns all my love into hate

Than I don't really care
If the end of our time is came near
Because of the pain that I feel
An everlasting pain
So forever I will stay in control
Of this agonizing soul

Veil of sorrow with delight had embraced
One life that was about to be erased

Can you save me
Can save me from myself
When memory turns all my love into hate

Than I don't really care
If the end of our time is came near
Because of the pain that I feel
An everlasting pain
So forever I will stay in control
Of this agonizing soul

This soul has no solution
Destroyed by evolution
That is making human being blind repulsive kind

Edit: Ova pjesma mi je jako draga, jer sadrzi pitanje koje cesto postavljam. Sto ne znaci

da je to jedini razlog.

- Can you save me?
Can save me from myself?
When memory turns all my love into hate.


 

02.08.2006.

***********

Lice mu je tuzno i bijelo
obasjano mjesecinom, sive oci uplakane...
Prekriva rukama lice i place.

Zastaje pred crnim, mermernim spomenicima
Tragom bijelih ruza prekriva
svoje stope.
To je on, njegovo lijepo lice samo je maska.
Nije vjerovao u Boga. Nije vjerovao u Sotonu.

Njegove kletve padale su na mene.
Posmatrao me je neko vrijeme
i to me je plasilo.
Nisam zeljela da me posmatra
Nisam zeljela da je tu!

Oci su mu bile djetinje znatizeljne, melankolnicne.
Mogao je srce slomiti svojim pogledom.
Kao da je samo jedan pogresan pokret trebao,
jedna pogresna rijec da se slomi, to bice
koje je uvijek izgledalo tako krhko i slabo.

Njegove usne se smijese,

ali sada su zatvorene nalik na krvavi pupoljak na blijedom licu.
Usne su me boljele od njegovih poljubaca,
pretvarale se u krvavu ranu.

Poljubac bi trajao dugo i zavrsavao mojim naglim
i prigusenim jecajem, tek kad bi se rastali...

Cinili smo se poput ukletih ljubavnika
dok smo setali starim ulicama
On je sa mnom, moj najslađi grijeh.

Gdje je nestao?

Noc je odgovorila. Pahuljice su zapjevale.

Bozice, zasto si dopustila da pada snijeg
dok sam tiho i nepomicno stajala pokraj njegovog groba?

01.08.2006.

nO iNsPiRaTiOn!!!

31.07.2006.

Satyricon

30.07.2006.

...

Dajte mi svoje misljenje
koji je bend najbolji i, po cemu?

30.07.2006.

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30.07.2006.

Death

Forgotten Past

Deep in your mind there is another side
A morbid truth one cannot hide
Unimaginable gore was your past time high
To hear people scream, to watch them die

Return back to the burial site
Face your dreams upon this night
Severed limbs not far away
Spirit past you now obey

Images of the forgotten past
Your first life revealed at last
Now you'll find to your surprise
All the corpses you left behind

A place you feel you've been to before
Where life would turn right into gore
You dig deep down through the years of decay
The truth is revealed, you found your way

Return back to the burial site
Face your dreams upon this night
Severed limbs not far away
Spirit past you now obey

Images of the forgotten past
Your first life revealed at last
Now you'll find to your surprise
All the corpses you left behind

28.07.2006.

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28.07.2006.

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28.07.2006.

Dobar dan! Kako kome.

Ovo bi bio moj prvi post.
Ne zelim da odugovlacim, niti da jednu recenicu pisem na vise nacina, jednostavno je.
Ovaj blog ce biti posvecen mojim idejama, trenutcima inspiracije ili evenutalnim

nedostatcima inspiracije. Ne pokusavajte pronaci smisao mojim rijecima, jer cete zaboraviti zasto ste zapravo dosli ovdje. Same po sebi su nerazumljive, i vjerujem da ce ih rijetki razumjeti, da se ne lazemo. To nisam ni trazila.  Posto sam cini mi se, vec i previse rekla, prestajem pisati.

      
[Otisla sam.]


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Moon In The Scropio - Limbonic Art

A mirror blank ocean above me decoy
Superior forces that head or destroy
Take me astray into the moonlight above
Through twilight eyes as a spectre shadow

It is a time of great light
And a great darkness
Can't you feel the present
Of its phenomenon

In an atmosphere supreme
Forces dwells in domancy
The essence of its spirit is evil
As a curse upon thy name

Midnight is the shepherd of mystrious powers
And moving shadows in the corner of the eye
Moon's blazing intuition
Contains what death require

Cleanse the doors of perception
See things appear in its true art
The cold hands of divinity
Will tear thy soul apart

Behold the sky above when the moon is in the Scorpio
A cold bleak light

Dying Fetus - Raped On The Altar

Dark, crimson tides of blood
Will flow like water into wine
I smell you fear,
Our lives coincide
Please respect, the presence of
The dead
For they weep, they are damned
Spite filled eyes, cold and black
Profane slut of darkness
Let me in your mind
Unholy procreation
I give the gift of life
Fuck your faith and doctrine
I've no concern for lies
In our dying embrace
We coalesce in pain
A heartless, empty shallow way to die
I draw my face up closer to your
Milk white skin
In rivulets tears of blood
Stream slowly down
Rape... Altar stained... Stained
With blood
Lord... Please forgive...
... No response
Faith... Broken pride... Left to die
There's no point in living
Rip your fucking head off
Slut you've lost your privilege
Hate shows no resistance
Fuck your righteous ways
Gone, dead, fucking wasted
With your throat in my hands
Choke your life away
As death comes forth to claim you
I bend my knees and pray
"love it transcends time,
One thousands worlds and more,
Your flesh forever mine
My god damned angel whore..."


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