Ivan Veljanoski's Blog, page 4
October 17, 2018
INJUSTICE
One who wants to live
is killed
by INJUSTICE -
is killed by people
who want departure from life
[ from, PAIN ]
is killed
by INJUSTICE -
is killed by people
who want departure from life
[ from, PAIN ]
Broken Democracy
I was sitting on a small chair , deep in thought . On the table in front of me , there was only one glass , a bottle of brandy , and a half-empty packet of cigarettes ,
I filled the glass with brandy , slowly emptied it , and went on pondering . Thousands of thoughts came on my mind and disappeared quickly ; I was unable to keep one of them . Not because all of them were gloomy
, but because each of them was stronger then my feelings .
There was nothing near me , except for a few dead wishes and the painful silence . I lighted a cigarette and started to fight with democracy , I looked at the glass and wondered , What is democracy? What does it look like ? Who invented it? For whom ? Why ? Who needs it ? Whose is it ? I was unable to find an answer . Whatever I thought of , I was defeated . But I am a fighter , although a pessimist . I don't give up easily , and that's why I continued to fight with my thoughts . I thought hard with all my might , but I could not win over . To be honest , they could not do anything to me .
Deep in thought and lonely , I looked at my glass , filled it again , and slowly emptied it . I started to fight the democracy again . I fought , attacked , and cried , but I could not overcome it .
[ from, Drunken Democracy ]
I filled the glass with brandy , slowly emptied it , and went on pondering . Thousands of thoughts came on my mind and disappeared quickly ; I was unable to keep one of them . Not because all of them were gloomy
, but because each of them was stronger then my feelings .
There was nothing near me , except for a few dead wishes and the painful silence . I lighted a cigarette and started to fight with democracy , I looked at the glass and wondered , What is democracy? What does it look like ? Who invented it? For whom ? Why ? Who needs it ? Whose is it ? I was unable to find an answer . Whatever I thought of , I was defeated . But I am a fighter , although a pessimist . I don't give up easily , and that's why I continued to fight with my thoughts . I thought hard with all my might , but I could not win over . To be honest , they could not do anything to me .
Deep in thought and lonely , I looked at my glass , filled it again , and slowly emptied it . I started to fight the democracy again . I fought , attacked , and cried , but I could not overcome it .
[ from, Drunken Democracy ]
October 12, 2018
The Red Apples
When I was young
from the garden of my neighbour
with my mates
we stole apples .
Fresh , red , beautiful . . .
The next day ,
the wife of my neighbour
a knitted bag
full with a red apples
she gave to my mother .
From then on although hungry
on apples stealing I have not been .
Now I have my own garden too .
Crowded with beautiful apple trees ;
The apples getting dark and falling down -
But I'm watching them painfully
and on the wooden bag
with the red apples thinking . . .
from the garden of my neighbour
with my mates
we stole apples .
Fresh , red , beautiful . . .
The next day ,
the wife of my neighbour
a knitted bag
full with a red apples
she gave to my mother .
From then on although hungry
on apples stealing I have not been .
Now I have my own garden too .
Crowded with beautiful apple trees ;
The apples getting dark and falling down -
But I'm watching them painfully
and on the wooden bag
with the red apples thinking . . .
Short Dead
From a vicinity
quietly came to me . . .
I hug her over the shoulder
but she over my half body .
Her face looked nice
but sadden and frightened .
Doctor , I said :
Is it serious ?
Slowly , she dropped her head . . .
Then I pitifully mumbled :
Haw long ? . . .
Fifteen days .
Fifteen days ? . . .
Only that much , sister !
Then I petrified -
I wake my self up .
quietly came to me . . .
I hug her over the shoulder
but she over my half body .
Her face looked nice
but sadden and frightened .
Doctor , I said :
Is it serious ?
Slowly , she dropped her head . . .
Then I pitifully mumbled :
Haw long ? . . .
Fifteen days .
Fifteen days ? . . .
Only that much , sister !
Then I petrified -
I wake my self up .
