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    LOVE OF SEX

    2385. day
    13th July 2011

    hey 22501st day of my life

     

    do you recognise me my foolery

     

    alive sentence which is shaping me

     

    I’m Yours

     

    innocence of the innocence

     

    rhythms of all rhythms

     

    freedom

     

    fraternity

     

    equality

     

    a circle spins within a circle

     

    truth is truthing within truth

     

    forest is a forester to the forest

     

    Mary Magdalene

     

    . – full-stop

     

    . – Gala

     

    I’m waving at You cosmically Nemanja Bjelogrlic

     

    princess of the beggars

     

    beggar to the princesses

     

    forester is loyal to the forest

     

    young cows are grazing in the valley

     

    wild-woman in the beginning of the blessing transforms

    through fucking in the end of the blessing into the noble-woman

     

    jaws of loyalty

     

    these days I’m swimming twice a day

     

    I immerse myself

     

    you’re swimming like an orca – says Mirjana who is swimming near by

     

    I immerse myself and think in the water

     

    I create shapes of mystical language to which I’m loyal

     

    mystical poet – a husband of art

     

    poet of mystical – a wife of art

     

    to the forester of loyalty

     

    lumberjack of friendship

     

    death is transformation

     

    sex of love

     

    FORTY YEARS OF ONE MAN GOD

    2386. day
    14th July 2011

    22502nd day of my life

     

    forty years ago I made first photo of One Man. today I made four hundred eightieth

     

    sexuality of all years of my life permeates me

     

    sexuality of every being permeates me

     

    a moment ago I read short diary of One Man. here are few notes

     

    I was swimming yesterday in Danube in the pouring rain

     

    each photo of One Man should be printed in 50x35 centimetres size and this

    series should be exhibited in the nature on the street in the city in the river in the air…

    at this moment this series is 168 metres long

     

    reasonless hope is the only hope for me

     

    alone. rejected. left. loyal to the boyhood

     

    I am a guardian of love. guardian of love creates love

     

    through peace and duration I create love

     

    condition of love precedes creation

     

    two days ago I glued the photos of One Man. I haven’t been doing that

    for two years. the work is more and more magnificent. it’s becoming more and

    more so live work. I’m grateful to God because he enabled me to be God as well

     

    I don’t know when I became God. as well as I don’t know when did I become

    a man but at this moment I named this diary One God’s diary. at this moment I’m

    making a decision to change the name of the work One Man into the name one man god

    3rd August 2008

     

    you are cuming in my mouth – God – one and only man

    keep on cuming in my mouth God and never stop

     

    last photo of one man god will be the photo of my

    face right after my death. if there is somebody to take it

     

    I salute You Miroslav Mandic who have exhibited Your face to all beings forty years ago

     

    miraculous is so ordinary

     

    ordinariness is the most miraculous

     

    truly nobody ever died

     

    truly every love immortalises every being

     

    truly I am a wedding

     

    truly every word is my face

     

    truly I wish success to every being

     

    truly the face of each being is the face of God

     

    truly there is no humour without renouncement of humour

     

    truly I’m dancing

     

    truly my pussy is a beauty

    loyal to a boy

     

    truly my dick is goodness

    devoted to a girl

     

    unimportance is truly regenerating

     

    unnoticed is truly divine presence

     

    love-kissing is truly one and only language

     

    one man is truly God

    g

    o

    d

     

    SINGING THROUGH SWIMMING

    2387. day
    15th July 2011

    day of my life

     

    mathematics of grafting

     

    wind on the naked skin

     

    wild mirabelle plum

     

    swim in the fresh water of this blessing

     

    sweat is pouring all over my body

     

    streams of sweat are caressing me

     

    smell of melons in the freshness of the morning

     

    art of consecution

     

    I picked up overripe apricot from the asphalt and ate it

     

    nobleness is not to hurt

     

    heat is creeping in the buildings and things

     

    the art of nomadic conversation is fucking good thing

     

    just look at me

     

    I give You my heart within the words

     

    I give You the sea

     

    deep blue

     

    science-technics-economy-profit

     

    child hero

     

    freedom brotherhood equality of all beings

     

    creation of love-kissing

     

    love-kissing of believing

     

    believing of being

     

    being of wandering

     

    wandering of the rose

     

    rose of the path

     

    path I

     

    sweat is leaking more and more

     

    it pours

     

    rain of sweat

     

    it slips me over myself

     

    I love You my friend

     

    grapes are ripening

     

    MONEY THAT I HAVE CREATED FALLS ONTO ALL BEINGS LIKE A WARM RAIN

    2388. day
    16th July 2011

    don’t expect anything special from today’s blessings

     

    here I am

     

    I’m moving with the whole of my body

     

    I’m crying

     

    my frogs I love you

     

    warm up my knees

     

    I love-kiss – I love-kiss You – that’s why I’m telling You – You are not worthy of my love

     

    warm up my feet

     

    smells basil

     

    I’m gently thinking of olive and sunflower oil

     

    I found out this morning that the new economic crisis is coming

     

    that new wars are coming in order to draw attention from

    the misery and to fill even more the pockets of the winners

     

    don’t give up my love

     

    sing

    poem

     

    revitalise pussy

     

    wake up dick

     

    I’m not afraid of greed

     

    I’m not afraid of superiority

     

    I’m circling within little circles

     

    I create money for all beings

     

    I played football yesterday with Mirjana

     

    a ball was good

     

    today my Achilles’ tendons and heels are painful and I’m happy

     

    knowledge of path is nothing compared to the path itself

     

    knowledge of love is nothing compared to the love itself

     

    knowledge book is nothing compared to the knowledge of the book

     

    enemy of mine I love-kiss You

     

    it’s Saturday. a week in which there was

    nobody to celebrate forty years of one man god with

     

    my unknown woman let’s celebrate this moment

     

    the honesty of beggary breaks my heart

     

    gratitude to the poorness

     

    excitement with goodness

     

    god

    to god

    god

     

    WORK OF JOY

    2390. day
    18th July 2011

    whoever wants to be in now they should read and be in my blessings

     

    now of the wind

     

    now of the orgasm

     

    now of the justice

     

    now of the insouciance

     

    now of the unreasonableness

     

    now of the heavy bosoms

     

    now of the blue veins on the thighs

     

    now gives its life to each now

     

    each Jovan

     

    a poem of the haemorrhoids

     

    love for the shrivelled feet

     

    loyalty to the big areolae

     

    boyish heroism cleanses each girl from importance

     

    girl’s loneliness brings closer each boy to love

     

    earth is happy to give birth

     

    trees are happy to spring up

     

    something yearns to be looked at

     

    I am all-fucking – the only cure from jealousy – one and only love

     

    I love to plough the Universe

     

    I love lo lick not-licked

     

    I love to embrace not-embraced

     

    here is one of the myriad combinations of the one and only for You

     

    happy birthday to my twenty three year old girl

     

    I’m sending You the joy of my body that is

    curling up around Your body while I’m listening to this music

     

    this is me swimming under water

     

    this is me signing under the Universe

     

    this is me kneeling in Your heart love-kissing all beings

     

    this is me acclaiming to all sprouting that has saved people from being stodgy

     

    I love to love-kiss because there is no end to love-kissing

     

    I love to fuck because there is no fucking without love

     

    I love to be fucked because one can’t be fucked without resurrection

     

    I love that I’m singing this blessing too

     

    EVERYTHING SURRENDERS TO EVERYTHING

    2391. day
    19th July 2011

    the heat of the day is coming in through the open window

     

    they say that it’s going to get cooler tonight

     

    I sleep naked but I sweat all night

     

    everything is good. coldness as well as heat. rain as well as snow. as well as wind

     

    every word is good. every movement. every number. every oath

     

    big transoceanic ship is parting from the dock

     

    cowbells are ringing

     

    a donkey is braying

     

    a mare is smiling

     

    Fernando Pessoa is writing

     

    it’s irretrievable what I’m writing

     

    a strap is slowly slipping down her shoulder

     

    he is slowly getting down the stairs

     

    he is gazing into his own thought which is watching him

     

    a ball is flying high

     

    everything attracts each other

     

    love is one

     

    a column of ants is meandering

     

    figs are sweeter and sweeter

     

    sit here and put Your feet in the sea

     

    the donkey is still braying

     

    it’s Tuesday

     

    water in the lake is warmer and warmer

     

    never forget that You are loved

     

    never forget that You are love-kissed

     

    resin is slipping down the tree trunk

     

    sexuality is surrendering to goodness

     

    thinking is surrendering to singing

     

    fly

     

    and

     

    join

     

    the

     

    j   o   y      o   n     t   h   e     f   l   y

    THANK YOU BLESSINGS

    2392. day
    20th July 2011

    I’m still sleepy

     

    without will

     

    last night when I was swimming my left ear became clogged and it still is

     

    my tongue again began to sting

     

    I’m pitiful but I can only start from that

     

    I hope that I will get better with each blessing

     

    I’m really sleepy

     

    I’d love to read Keith Richards’ book Life

     

    I’ll buy it today on Ban’s Hill if they have it here

     

    I’d love to swim but I don’t know if it’s good to swim because of my ear

     

    the thought that I’m in God’s hands calms me

     

    good thoughts are so mellow

     

    last night I thought that during 33 day long writing of the

    Poem about poem it would probably be the best if I would read David’s Psalms

     

    sun light got stronger. I thought – I’ll be swimming

     

    if You think that something else would be

    better to read during those 33 days let me know

    let me know even million years from now

     

    this blessing is the testimony of that year 1.002.011

     

    today’s blessings are really going hard

     

    but they’re moving

     

    now it visible even with a naked eye that I moved away

     

    I nearly started to fly

     

    bees

     

    swallows

     

    Gypsies I love-kiss you

     

    locked up ones I love-kiss you

     

    molested ones I love-kiss you

     

    life I love-kiss You

     

    immortal life You sing the life of immortality

     

    I bow to Your love

     

    a bitch is licking nobleness

     

    a picture of beauty sings the goodness of the words

     

    I’m carrying a handful of good words in my arms and I’m surrendering it to Your arms

     

    I’m dozing off

     

    I’m yawning

     

    HEROICALLY

    2393. day
    21st July 2011

    I drank coffee but I haven’t written a single blessing

     

    I’m struggling

     

    I didn’t feel like getting up

     

    yesterday instead of thirteen kilometres I walked just six

     

    all of it is good. that’s poetry as well

     

    crumpling

     

    softening

     

    sensations in my head

     

    I was scrubbing a bit over the bathroom stove and kitchen sink

     

    I cut my nails

     

    made the second coffee

     

    red cows love the purple sky

     

    this weakness is precious

     

    I love-kiss you monks and nuns

     

    I love-kiss so that anyone who is going awry can endure

     

    these blessings that I’m writing so hard are so glorious

     

    if my stomach wouldn’t hurt from too much

    coffee I would have made a third cup of coffee

     

    it’s heroic to write without coffee too

     

    it’s heroic to write without any heroism

     

    endure Miroslav endure

     

    great is yearning for tiny

     

    tiny are the stars on the sky

     

    planet Earth is not even visible from the stars

     

    these words can’t be seen either

     

    even though they can’t be seen these words exist

     

    they are

     

    they love-kiss

     

    they embrace whole Universe to their chests

     

    they kiss every being with their lips

     

    I stretched out from pleasure

     

    a drop of love is enough for the whole Universe

     

    in ten minutes noon

     

    noon

     

    WEDDING

    2394. day
    22nd July 2011

    last night with help of Biljana Roncevic I made up for

    seven kilometres from two days ago and I made tree kilometres more

     

    we walked to Rakovica and then through the forest in the dark

     

    it’s wonderful how dark excites and scares

     

    after a long walk heels and Achilles’ tendons are hurting me more

     

    a problem with my ear is still there as well as the sensations in my head

     

    great glaciers are floating

     

    smells hay

     

    belly dancer’s belly is trembling

     

    each miracle is God’s

     

    life is not constant birth and dying but constant wedding

     

    the secret of being is within the secret of wedding

     

    of the one and only being

     

    lie is deadly and boring

     

    superiority is stupid and ugly

     

    butterflies and flowers are being wedded

     

    elephants and mice are being wedded

     

    spaces and times are being wedded

     

    my name is Miroslav Mandic First-Wedded

     

    Miroslav Mandic Your Only Husband

     

    Miroslav Mandic Your Only Wife

     

    may it be Your way

     

    palm of my right hand is on the greatest distance from the left palm

    all-embrace

     

    if my stomach wouldn’t hurt from too much

    coffee I would have made a second cup of coffee

     

    I love when small changes make that even more so I love

     

    always prescribes to everything always

     

    forever bestows everyone with forever

     

    washed grey laundry and clothes are drying on the poor people’s balcony

     

    yesterday’s twenty three kilometres are yesterday’s

     

    today’s kilometres are waiting for me

     

    every moment everything all over again

     

    wedding

     

    approving

     

    butterflies in words

     

    IT’S NICE TO WRITE POEMS

    2395. day
    23rd July 2011

     

    nobody


    prevents

    me

    to

    write

    the

    most

    beautiful

    poem

    ever

    written

     

    everything

    I

    write

    is

    a

    poem

     

    every

    poem

    is

    the

    most

    beautiful

    poem

     

    while

    the

    wind

    is

    blowing

    the

    smell

    of

    lavender

    into

    my

    face

    my

    heart

    is

    suffering

    after

    your

    heart

     

    all

    poems

    are

    singing

    love

     

    every

    poem

    is

    god

     

    in seventeen days I will start writing the Poem About Poem

     

    I’m more and more fragile

     

    I’m enjoying Keith Richard’s Life

     

    I’m excited with everyone’s life

     

    everyone’s life is a fucking good story

     

    everyone sings their own life

     

    what are you doing – I’m singing my life

     

    everyone’s name and surname is a mystery

     

    until

    recently

    this

    wouldn’t

    even

    be

    a

    poem

     

    from

    recently

    this

    is

    god

    itself

     

    I’m

    your

    glory

     

    all of a sudden peach

     

    a ball placed into the empty space

     

    my beloved crazy-woman

     

    you smell of loyalty

     

    centuries

    are

    needed

    so

    that

    this

    poem

    could

    be

    written

     

    not

    even

    a

    moment

    is

    needed

    for

    the

    life

    to

    liven

    up

     

    not

    even

    life

    is

    needed

    so

    that

    you

    my

    love

    could

    recognise

    yourself

    within

    this

    poem

     

    if you love somebody think of the rejected ones leastways for me

     

    fuck

    it

    keeps

    on

    pouring

     

    s

    i

    s i n  g

    g

    s

     

    t

    a

    t

    t

    t a t t o o i n g

    i

    n

    g

     

    I’m delivering creation

     

    I’m creating singing

     

    p

    o

    e

    m

     

    i

    s

     

    o

    n

    l

    y

     

    g

    r

    a

    t

    i

    t

    u

    d

    e

     

    I

    swear

    by

    my

    mother

    it’s

    divine

     

    it’s

    good

    to

    read

    and

    live

    this

    poem

    Ivana just told me that Amy Winehouse is gone forever 

     

     

     

    TEARS OF MUSIC ARE CONSTANTLY FALLING DOWN MY FACE

    2397. day
    25th July 2011

    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 9th 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

     

    LOVE-KISS MY HEART

    2398. day
    26th July 2011

    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

     

    MUSIC OF WHITENESS

    2399. day
    27th July 2011

     

    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

     

     

    I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE

    2400. day
    28th July 2011

    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

     

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

    s

    s

    i

    k

    -

    e

    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

     

    I-YOU-I

    2401. day
    29th July 2011

    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-I-I

    2402. day
    30th July 2011

    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

     

    LETS

    2404. day
    1st August 2011

    understand each other

     

    I am god

    dear god

    only through you

    I am god as well

    without you

    I’m neither god

    nor I would

    want to be god

    nor I would believe in god

    yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I

     

    fuckable

     

    surrendering to myself

     

    surrendering to the magic of unknown

     

    unknown is loyal to the known

     

    known is a bow to the unknown

     

    it’s easy to live if I surrender to the life itself

     

    to the whirling of the water in the drain

     

    to the wattle basket knitting

     

    to the language games

     

    does anyone know where is my book

    Philosophical Investigations by Ludwig Wittgenstein

     

    I love the fact that I don’t put a question mark after the question

     

    water drips from my red rags for wiping the floor after wiping the floor

     

    sea is sexual

     

    plain is sexual

     

    corns are sexual

     

    prayer is sexual

     

    love is the most sexual

     

    many

    words

    that

    I

    have

    pronounced

    will

    sprout

    like

    god

     

    my beloved whore I love-kiss Your transformation

     

    my beloved whore I love-kiss Your loyalty

     

    my beloved whore I love-kiss Your service

     

    waves are lifting up and throwing themselves into the waves’ arms

     

    there will never be what already was

     

    there is no return

     

    resurrection

     

    it will be more beautiful and better

     

    it’s more beautiful and better now

     

    right now

     

    our love overflows into the hearts of all beings

     

    there is no moss on the rollin’ stones

     

    fuck it there is no end to the end

    final

    konec

    son

    fin

    end

    kraj

     

    LOVE-KISS THE LOVE-KISS

    2405. day
    2nd August 2011

    I am god

    dear god

    only through you

    I am a man as well

    without you

    nor I am a man

    nor I would want to be a man

    nor I would trust a man

    yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I

     

    it feels great to write these words

     

    enjoy yourself through enjoying in me

     

    between

    you

    and

    me

    there

    is

    eternal

    war

    which

    yearns

    to

    be

    transformed

    in

    love

    actually

    by

    you

    and

    me

     

    I love half-war states that are overcoming the war

     

    I am the name of all narcotics

     

    I am a junkie of all God’s stimulations

     

    in one moment life is nothing else but the one of Novi Sad

    for Mi and Iv

     

    drops

    are

    not

    dropping

     

    You are my doctor contrite love of mine

     

    angels are sawing wood

     

    they are greasing the saw with bacon

     

    dance over my body

     

    sing within my soul

     

    resurrect within my mind

     

    don’t be blinded by love

     

    every day yearns to be beautiful day for all days

     

    may nobody be a wreck and may the word wreck live forever

     

    next Tuesday the Poem about Poem begins

     

    mysterious are these words which are talking about the mystery of words

     

    a word next to the word and there’s a path

     

    a word by word and there’s a story

     

    words are delightful testimony about words

     

    enjoy my words the same way I enjoy Your enjoying

     

    I think I’ve already written how Danube enjoys the word Danube

     

    I love enjoyment that creates and I don’t like enjoyment that destroys

     

    I’m moving away

     

    as much as I’m moving away that much I’m coming closer to You

     

    I think I’ve already written also that my heels and

    Achilles’ tendons are hurting from 10th January 2011

     

    drink joy and beauty every day

     

    eat health and goodness every day

     

    everyday – my every day little sister

     

    take a look at take a look

     

    PRACTICING LOVE

    2406. day
    3rd August 2011

    I am god

     

    dear god

    only through you

    am I a poet as well

    without you

    nor am I a poet

    nor would I want

    to be a poet

    nor would I believe in poem

    yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I

     

    soil is sparkling

     

    I’m waiting for you blessings

     

    pictures are coming down into the heart

     

    relationship is a sanctity

     

    swine of mine thank You for teaching me not to cast pearls before swine

     

    our

    misunderstandings

    are

    a

    lot

    greater

    fuckup

    then

    our

    fuckings

     

    wow how a young sales woman was delighted last night by the tattoo on my temple

     

    that young lady filled me with love

     

    to fill somebody else with love is God’s joy

     

    young lady I love-kiss you forever

     

    I put the white rose bud on my palm. I’m watching it

    love-kissing. it’s petals are trembling. all beings are love-kissed

     

    I love You love

     

    love love-kiss all unloved ones

     

    sometimes it’s the most important to love-kiss the love itself so that love would survive

     

    sometimes love isn’t anything else but practicing love

     

    love-kissing the air

     

    love-kissing the unnoticed

     

    love-kissing the uncomprehended

     

    love-kissing accidental passers-by

     

    practising love is a gratitude to the sanctity of the life itself

     

    life itself is God’s breath

     

    I don’t put anything on my palm and I imagine that I’ve put the whole Universe.

    I’m watching it. love-kissing it. it’s vibrations are trembling. all beings are love-kissed

     

    all three dried up roses on my table are beautiful

     

    wow how beautiful it is to have a small amount of things

     

    wow how good it is to love-kiss everything

     

    sometimes practicing love is nothing else but

    wonderful tears that are coming from the depths of being and are not pity but celebrating 

     

    cry kisses

     

    sometimes practicing love is nothing else but love for practicing

     

    practice me beauty

     

    practice me goodness

     

    beaudness of mine – gooty of mine

     

    through soft lips of unprotectedness

     

     

    THE ART OF PATIENCE

    2407. day
    4th August 2011

    I am god

    dear god

    only through you

    am I an artist as well

    without you

    nor am I an artist

    nor would I want

    to be an artist

    nor I would believe in art

    yesterday’s poem from the book I am You are I

     

    morning freshness is coming through open window and balcony doors

     

    from this morning I’m not listening Rolling Stones. yesterday

    I finished reading Keith Richard’s Life. I enjoyed enormously

     

    I’m listening jazz right now

     

    from few days ago I love listening classical music

    in the evening when I’m putting things on the internet

     

    I love tender mornings

     

    walkouts into the infinity

     

    the infinity of these moments

     

    infinity of these slow words

     

    slow gazes

     

    tender mornings are slow

     

    tenderness is always slow

     

    slowness is tender

     

    decisions are tender

     

    writing of I am You are I poems is tender

     

    writing of blessings is tender

     

    accepting the other is tender

     

    surrendering to the other is even more tender

     

    freshness is still getting in through the open window and balcony doors

     

    grapes are slowly coming to me

     

    patience is a gift of great lovers

     

    patience is in deepest relationship with the greatest speed

     

    patience means being worthy of sex

     

    shake

    it

    baby

    shake

    it

     

    when You are completely calm forever I will tell You everything about You

     

    everything

    about

    You

    is

    everything

    about

    me

     

    being patient means being saved

     

    drink from my feet

     

    eat from my palm

     

    bath in my words

     

    sleep in my steps

     

    never enough

     

    I want it again

     

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