Bog Miroslav Mandić Bog

fragility mesmerises me

 

life lives me

 

love excites me and calms me

 

I’m listening Amy Winehouse and writing

 

after Amy’s death life will be even more life

 

Amy is a wife of life

 

Amy is a husband of love

 

on the link Bud within miroslavmandic.name site

from today I will put every day one photo entitled music

 

that’s how music will reach 9^th August 2011 and Poem About Poem

 

I adore music that is more than music

 

I adore fucking that is more than fucking

 

I adore poem that is more than poem

 

drops of sweat on Your bosoms

 

astrology of Your feet

 

numerology of Your palms

 

ontology of Your belly button

 

You – as if it’s me

 

You – like when seas are talking to the sky

 

You – beauty of horse’s dick in the goodness of mare’s pussy

 

You – accepting nurturing and love-kissing my words

 

thunder of great silence

 

tenderness of lightening in Your palms on my body

 

wise

are

the

unspoken

words

 

confession

is

sexual

 

sexuality

is

confessed

through

singing

 

peace

is

a

great

dick

of

the

universe

 

your tattoo is beautiful – a saleswoman told me

 

beauty of all worlds interflows in goodness of this blessing

 

just gravitate and get gravid – gravid me my love

 

while reading Keith Richard’s Life these days

I’ll be listening Rolling Stones Radio on iTunes all the time

 

it’s nice to live and admire great lives of certain people

it’s so sexy

 

it’s even nicer to live and admire everyone’s life

that’s rather music

 

most beautiful is to admire life which constantly – always

and forever – flows through me – You – through every being

that’s actually God

 

I love transparency of words

 

trembling with love

 

I’m walking supporting those who are walking naked in the landscape

 

earth is naked

 

sky is naked

 

goodness is naked

 

beauty is naked

 

lips

are

naked

 

I’m ploughing You my sea

 

I’m waiting You my friend

 

I bow to You tissue

 

we are traveling through the number one path

 

every path is good

 

every rose is beautiful

 

Your palm on my left Achilles’ tendon and heel feels so nice

 

for the first time in my life I thought about what is now happening within walnuts

 

ask me which woman am I thinking of today

 

ask me about hundred of my hundred I-better lists

 

ask me about the button on my shirt

 

just fly and don’t ask

 

in the open sea birds are landing on ships

 

in open loves beings are flying towards God

 

open

poem

is

a

pillow

to

each

being

 

adding

 

licking

 

purring

 

rocking and rolling

 

dancing and singing

 

fucking is the only friendship

 

nowhere even a trace of the trace

 

a house of wandering

 

wandering of wandering

 

music of bud

I want more and more

 

 

poem

two words

god’s beauty manifestation

 

street

man across

carries plastic bag

 

dumpster

over loaded

poems are self-sung

 

billboard

two men

beautiful girl between

 

form

sometimes sings

sometimes screams unexpectedly

 

in

deep shade

I’m waiting green-light

 

enjoy

in yourself

I-love-you so much

 

a gaze draws me so I start following it

 

there is more and more tattooed girls and boys

 

a smell of the goats in the woods feels good

 

I smiled at the caterpillar which was crossing the road

 

little stone that I accidentally kicked was bouncing like a little boy

 

mayonnaise delicates 21,90 dinars

mayonnaise vital 29,90 dinars

tarator sauce 42,90 dinars

tomatoes domestic 38,92 dinars

integral flatbread 59,00 dinars

 

I’m on the Rolling Stones’ concert in Buenos Aires in 2006

 

every word contains at least a bit of a quip

 

clarity saves from horror

 

come

 

let’s go

 

Jean-Luc Godard

 

strong brandy

 

pines are reflexing in the water

 

I make paradise out of every word

 

everything that isn’t paradise is boring

 

be my everything

 

I

am

to

you

I

 

poem

be

worthy

of

everybody’s

butthole

 

in the afternoon I will dress myself in white

 

I will wait for two girls

 

white cloud

 

white mare

 

white

 

w

h

i

t

w  h  i  t  e  t  i  h  w

t

i

h

w

 

white bud

 

 

white is white. white is not cocaine

 

the swastika is the swastika. the swastika is not fascism

 

a five-pointed star is a five-pointed star. a five-pointed star is not communism

 

rainbow colours are rainbow colours. rainbow colours are nor lgbt flag

 

a flag is a flag. a flag is not a state

 

the crescent moon is the crescent moon. the crescent moon is not Islam

 

the cross is the cross. the cross is not Christianity

 

a pussy is a pussy. a pussy is not a swearword

 

a dick is a dick. dick is not vulgar

 

silence is silence. silence is not Cage’s

 

I love you white. I love you all colours

 

I love You swastika. I love you all symbols

 

I love You five-pointed star. I love you all points

 

I love You rainbow colours

 

I love You flags

 

I love You crescent moon. I love You cross

 

I love You pussy. I love You dick

 

I love You silence. I love You silence as music. I love You music

 

Miroslav Mandic is Miroslav Mandic. Miroslav Mandic is not Miroslav Mandic

 

I love you Miroslav Mandic

 

everything that is created is created through love

 

I

l

o

v

e

I  l o v e - kiss you

k

i

s

s

y

o

u

 

 

y

o

u

l

o

v

e

-

k

i

s

s

y  o  u  l  o  v  e  -  k  i  s  s  me  s  s  i  k  -  e  v  o  l  u  o  y

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s

i

k

-

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v

o

l

u

o

y

 

ssik-evol I – ssik-evol uoy

 

now is always and forever like love

 

don’t give up – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic – eternity is just a moment

 

don’t give up – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic – love love-kisses You

 

don’t give up – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic – I beg of You love for the love’s sake

 

don’t give up hungry ones – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic

 

don’t give up killed ones – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic

 

don’t give up endangered species – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic

 

don’t give up path – don’t give up rose – don’t give up Miroslav Mandic

 

I’m budding

Your bud

 

hey what’s this now

 

always the same

 

one love

 

one poem

 

one God

 

there is a lot of paths – one path is that

 

there is a lot of roses – one rose is that

 

a girl and two boys

 

a bus is stopping on the green light

 

I

just

snap

with

my

finger

and

the

poem

is

created

 

greatest is enough

 

lamb

 

lamb music

 

there are less and less words

 

abundance

 

canes girls

 

canes those big grass blades

 

we are enjoying in each other

 

our eyes are shutting down

 

our nostrils widening

 

baby

 

I should buy a new photo camera

 

if you’d see me now it would make you laugh

 

I lift my hand up in order to wave at You and I see that You have lifted Yours

 

I remember how in my childhood some of the

older ones would sometimes say screw me everything

 

the world is not what it used to be because the world is never what it used to be

 

I encourage You on encouragement

 

undertaking

I

 

endeavour

You

 

undertaking through endeavour

I-You-I

 

it gurgles it murmurs

 

remember when we together watch at one spot

 

it

all

comes

down

to

the

same

 

I-you-I

 

yo-I-u

 

I-I-I

 

I

 

god

 

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I      I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I

I

I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I      I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I I-you-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

I-I-I

 

baby

I’m

god

 

everyone is I

 

everyone is you to the other

 

everyone is to the other what is the other to everyone

 

I am you to you

 

you are I to me

 

I

I   I

I

 

o

n

e

I

 

b

b u d

d

 

trauma is when somebody hurt me

 

horror is when I hurt somebody

 

trauma is when ego is hurt

 

horror is when being is being killed

 

ten days till the Poem About Poem

 

how should I begin

 

it’s important that I love-kiss

 

it will begin on its own

 

I believe You poem

 

with one tone

 

I will come tomorrow around six to try and get this sorrow out through openness

obedience to arch-trust

 

c

o

n

f

e

c o n f e  s  s  i  o  n

s

i

o

n

 

confession is a beautiful news

 

the one who loves doesn’t mean any harm

Korean wisdom

 

I’m writing with lips

 

white rose on the table

 

t

h

a

t  h  a  t  a  h  t

a

h

t

 

 

baby

you

are

my

god