here's my fav piece! most of my poetry is in croatian, so idk how much you would understand, but here's one in english, written in persephone's glory. :'D
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Windy skies, autumn gloom
And a candle, lit in my room.
Just a witness, a little light
To guide you here, in the night.
Unexpected visitor at my door
What do I deserve it for?
You knock, and I open wide
I drop my gaze, I hide my eyes.
Great goddess, standing in front me,
Fiery eyes, hair brown, untamed, free.
A messenger from the deep,
You heard me beg, heard me weep.
For you there is always place,
Come goddess, to my furnace
Let me offer you bread and beer,
There’s always a seat for you here.
I did nothing to deserve your visit,
One step wrong and I could miss it.
I am just a devotee, and I kneel down
Let me kiss your tunic, touch your gown.
You accept my act of grace,
And enter my modest place.
Stand up, you command,
I am not today as the messenger of the dead.
I am graced by your light,
You dear visitor in the night.
Queen of the world down deep,
I offer my soul - it’s yours to keep.
My fear of you is one of respect,
I’m a mortal - full of defect.
Brimo, angry, cruel and wise,
Every mortal fears you when he dies.
Praxidike, dealer of justice
To you I raise my chalice.
Let us cheer and clink our glasses,
Night is dark and cruel, but it passes.
We all come to your embrace,
Sooner or later, the deep dark place.
Queen who rules over the dead,
For whom the mortals have bled red.
Accept me in your kingdom when the time comes,
In a choir of souls my voice hums.
You brush my hair: “Your time, dear, isn’t yet,
But I’ll remember your hospitality, your respect.”
Oh beautiful bride of Hades, whom you wed,
You place my body in the bed.
And while I drift off to sleep,
You sit here - and silent watch keep.
And when my eyes have closed to dream,
You get up, and quietly leave.
Your visit has graced my lonely home,
And in the distance the stormy wind whispers:
My dear, you’re not alone.
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and one about judas
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Usrid oštri zubiju Satane
Kasije sa live, Brut sa desne strane
A u sredini sidi Juda
Tamo ih je stavi Dante.
U zadnji krug pakla izdajnici sidu
Ovo dvoje mi je i jasno
Al šta tamo radi Juda
Da mu je čak i nakon suza
Za kajanje kasno?
Zar ne bi triba po teologiji on biti
Najveći svetac među svima
Ako je svetac oni šta
Za čovika žrtvu prima?
Da nije bilo grešnika i grija
Isus ne bi nikome oprostija.
Juda je prokleja sam sebe
Da spasi cili svit
Šta ga tri posto ne jebe.
Biti taj
Da svi te mrze - a dužnici svi odreda
Zar Judi ta žrtva nije
Dovoljna karta do neba?
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Where is God found? A house?
Maybe a church?
No, the God is found
In undertaker's hearse.
God is found in blood
And deer carcasses in the woods
God is found in dry bones
And corpses overtaken by roots.
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I lost my tooth today
It slipped from my mouth
Covered in red streams
I spat it out
And took it to my mother's grave
"Look, mom, my tooth fell out
And I am not even a child anymore"
Wind replied instead of her
And it didn't really say anything
I also had nothing more to say
I left my tooth on the headstone
And headed
Away
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