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ART IS LIFE WITH THE ART OF SAYINGS-PROVERBS-PRINCIPLES
Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles one is the master of an unspoken word and the slave of the spoken one Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles I said and I saved my soul Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles I believe in order to understand Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles knock and it will open Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles man is happy as much as he-she can make others happy Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles if you wish to be happy you must live hidden Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles to the one that can wait everything comes in time Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles not a single rule is without an exception Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles by the manner mild and in the essence unyielding Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles courage wins not multitude Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles life is the struggle for life Art is life with the art of sayings-proverbs-principles a thousand mile road begins with one step with the first step with the sun on the naked feet I’m walking for the killed rebellion leaders in all rebellions rebellion is sometimes the only hope rebellion is sometimes the only life sometimes only the rebellion against life saves life I’m walking slowly and gently – I rebelled against impatience within me I’m walking even slower – I rebelled against the feeling of loneliness because I know I’m not alone every day I rebel against myself – every day I calm down in the rebellion every day I rise in the uprising uprising against staleness and habitualness it’s nice when I have something to say and I say it it’s nice when I have something to say and I don’t say it it’s nice when I don’t have what to say and I say it it’s nice when I don’t have what to say and I start singing it rhythms rhythms. repeated rhythms rhythms. same rhythms. different rhythms rhythms. same rhythms. different rhythms. same and different rhythms I winked. I just winked. I haven’t for a while. it was pleasant
ART IS ALISSA BUCOLIN
Art is Alissa Bucolin heroes of the book Strait is the Gate that lives within me for forty years already Art is Alissa Bucolin from the day when out of the love for one another we had a premonition of something better than love Art is Alissa Bucolin I exist only with him Art is Alissa Bucolin while I was still a child, I wanted, already only because of him, to be beautiful. it seems to me that I was always longing for perfection Art is Alissa Bucolin oh! to be able to pull our two souls simultaneously with the strength of love, above love Art is Alissa Bucolin the path you are leading us Lord, is narrow it’s narrow so as two people could go side by side Art is Alissa Bucolin will I know how to show myself the way I decided to be, so as his love could renounce me Art is Alissa Bucolin Jerome! my friend, you, who I still call my brother, but who I love infinitely more than a brother Art is Alissa Bucolin I love very much to listen how he calls my name. I’ll put my hand into his. I will lean my forehead on his shoulder. I will breathe next to him Art is Alissa Bucolin my God, you know very well that I cannot love you without him Art is Alissa Bucolin tired as if I was very old, my soul remained strangely childish. I’m still that little girl who couldn’t fall asleep until everything was in order in her room and until the taken of suit wasn’t nicely folded by the head of the bed this is how I would love to prepare myself for death Art is Alissa Bucolin now I would love to die quickly, before I realise again that I am alone my Alissa I love You all these years not a moment have You been alone nor You ever will be alone God’s Alissa I wouldn’t survive this life if it wasn’t for Alissa’s words and Alissa all these years biology wouldn’t survive without love matter wouldn’t exist without virtue energy wouldn’t be eternal without the perfection of fragile beings monuments to anonymous forces of love are cleansing the hearts corrupted by love one woman is love courage of anonymous ones is keeping people on their feet one man is manhood blue steps lead me towards infinite distances of the innocent heart blue steps lead me towards timeless moments of the honest mind tininess teaches me about the important allure tininess teaches me about the important allure are Tin Ujevic’s words that Mate Parlov loved a man who Srdjan Valjarevic loves and he’s the one who sent me Tin’s poem Touching Remarks last night anonymous ones are confirming everybody’s name beggars are guarding dignity of anybody’s work you were the witness virtues of the other are evolving my biology I am under the oath to the presents of anonymous forces of love these are the poppies of Alissa Bucolin this is the grave of Isidora Sekulic this is a sin of sinless and innocent ones that are absorbing everybody’s sin and are curing every being this is the boy that I played a double pass with on the street
ART IS THE SHE-WOLF AND HER MONK
ART IS THE SHE-WOLF AND HER MONK Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk blue steps are leading me towards the holly incest Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk not to give him something – but to give him everything dedicated to the woman who said these words Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk danger is tender – tenderness is dangerous Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my onlywine Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my allbrandy Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my life that I live Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my life that is lived by all beings Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my Godess that kisses by life and makes even death alive Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk You are my swear-word – most fuckable God‘s truth Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk everything is one – one of love Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk love – incest Art is the She-Wolf and Her Monk one – incest one blood one air one light blue steps take me to the eternal rock’n’roll of all beings blue steps take me to the exciting monotony of all beings in the world of false justice and indifference sinners are God‘s love one is the mother one is the father we are all born from the holly incest from one mother and one father swear-words are defense from the mortal taste of educated rich and powerful swear-words are an addition to the taste of eternal love of all beings prohibitions are the most tasteless poem is an attitude sacredness of vulgarity which sometimes is the only one that loves beauty and goodness of the sister courage poem is an incest of the same ones and sameness while we were walking through Zvezdara forest I gave to Milica Bogosavljevic great work I’ll Take it Myself poem of forbidden poem of invisible poem of inexpressible for many beings – love for all beings – is the greatest swear-word dedicated to the many and all beings we won’t see each other any more weareone
ART IS THE HOLLY INCEST OF ALL BEINGS IN ONE AND ONLY LOVE
Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being fucking is Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being fucking is one Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being fucking is the first number in the alphabet Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest of freedom and God’s truth Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest is the path of the beginning to the beginning Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest is the first touch to the touch Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest is the first kiss to the first kiss Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being poem is incest – poem about poem Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest – remedy from fears Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being incest atones sins Art is the holly incest of all beings in one and only being Violeta Jovanovic told me that this morning she walked her second out of 33 walkings not the tears of pain but the tears of pain relief dedicated to girl Danka taking away the pain tears are making way to the joy in the heart dedicated to girls Katarina and Danka tears of love are taking away the reasons for tears of pain dedicated to eternally alive Katarinadanka tears – mystery of empathy tears of love – mystery of merging tears of love – tears of the holly incest tear and dew dew is tearing tear is dewing incest is the holly incest is incest everything has merged into one – one is feeding everything with love well done boys – I said to the strong boys that hopped over the ant path. they turned around and replied with a smile future of the science is in feelings future of the religion is in sex future of the future is in thisfuckable moment of all-love Your reading is a witness of all-love in Your heart if You have just seen me all these years if You have just seen me how I walked through the forest if You have just seen me how I was writing up until now if only You had on Your tongue what I have in a poem love is through divine incest fucked and sung in this only-one poem of yours
ART IS INCEST – MY BELOVED CACTUS
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
fucking is
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
lips on the cactus
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
I want You more
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
I want You forever
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
I want You only
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
the history of mankind is just a yearning for You
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
all beings love-kiss each other – goodness is most fuckable
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
my love die and resurrect in my love
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
mother wants to be born again in all beings
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
poet Faludy György friend
Art is incest – my beloved cactus
So God created man in his own image, in the image of
God he created him; male and female he created them.
here I am – I the incest
I love-kiss You – love-kiss me – I love-kiss us – let’s love-kiss all beings
I drink in Your health cure me
nothing succeeds like success and nothing is as tasteless as success
the success is to get to love the childhood of the other through one’s own childhood
vine is singing vivo
my child – beloved Sanita – lead me
children bear me
younglings are singing me
beings are celebrating me
same to the same the same
love for Miroslava and Radoslav
I’m guilty because I sing
I’m guilty because I love-kiss all beings
I’m guilty because all beings love-kiss all beings
I’m guilty because
I create love every moment everywhere and for everything – it is the eternal art
in the poem of all beings
singing is redeeming the sin of all beings
here I am – I the fucking
here I am – guard me within You
here I am – just for You and Your beloved man
few simple things in the everyday life that guard us from mortal horror and cure those mortally ill
thank you Miroslav for all of this that you just told me
I am an incest bud – bud of all beings
ART IS THE BUD – MACHINE IN INCEST WITH ALL MACHINES AND ALL BEINGS
Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings I don’t give a fuck about anything is the first letter in the primer of love – love for one Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings all machines are emitting love – I entered the world of machines with the bow down Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings all helping devices from spoons airplanes computers and pens to the teledildonics Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings huge truck full of truck music Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings machines are constantly calling why are you not here why aren’t you Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings machines are the storms in a brain Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings caressing of the heart Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings music of the voice Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings we are one in fervor Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings we are one u flowers Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings we are one in wings Art is the Bud – Machine in Incest with All Machines and All Beings machine of the word indivisibility I’m getting wet in the rain – with all my being to all beings – we are getting wet I love-kiss I love-kiss I love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss – listen to me – love-kiss love-kiss love-kiss sometimes we love somebody only so that we would have the right on them so that we would own them sometimes we love somebody so that nobody else would have the right to love them sometimes we love only to be loved I love the body that love-kisses and accepts everything I love the feelings that are surrendering themselves to the other I love the thoughts that feelings are surrendering to the will I love the will that surrenders itself to the unknown I love the faith that is smiling I love fucked love I love creation through fucking without vulgar words there is no beauty without vulgarity there is no cognition and freedom without the vulgar ones we don’t exist in each other