prepleti

turška kava
posuta s cimetom
na jeziku okus po hamamu
duša drugega fildžana ima dom
na neki drugi terasi

drobtine rogljička
z mizice odpihnem na tla
morda jih odnese veter
morda jih pozoblje ptica
morda jih zvečer pometem sam

službene pisarije
zdolgočasene
črke na tipkovnici
se hočejo sestaviti
v povsem drugačne besede

popoldansko poigravanje s poezijo
prelevi plivkanje reke v šumenje morja
ki zaigra
koncert za enega na klaviaturi skal
čajkovski na morskem nabrežju

ob svitu
so temni sivi oblaki
imeli obliko nemira
nebo v somraku
ne zrcali jutra

© Aleks 2025

Datum objave: 5. 5. 2025

to die now is to die of happiness

feelings of yesterday

to die now is to die of happiness
it feels like a blessing of an angel
hugging white solitudes between my words

i'm floating on a cloud
soft and fluffy like tender wings of an angel
with my soul unlocked

willingly
the sun is caressing my wounds
like the healing hands of an angel

i’m letting in
almost inaudible music
sometimes forbidden but never forgotten

(the hot taste of the heavenly
nectar in my veins
is scaring me a little)

i do wish to feel
the angelic smile on my lips
forever

© Aleks 2021

Datum objave: 11. 11. 2021

an experienced poem with no experience at all

alone
blind inside
(darkness is the only color)
where even dreams
know loneliness
surrounded
with most inner demons
crawling
from the past of my soul
whispering songs
only too known to me
by words with no sense
but a lot of meanings
to live or to leave
that is a question
reverberating
in the coldest icicles
where live is spelled evil
reflected
in the red eyes
of the shapeshifting mindshapes
that lurk
in the leaden lid above me
like the emptiest universe
mirroring me

stripped naked
i do not know
(maybe i never will)
that a desperate hope
that cannot die
blue as forget-me-nots
woven into my skin
helps me survive
every day every night

© Aleks 2021

Datum objave: 7. 10. 2021