Poetry of Love

t.A.T.u.

New songs are coming with new ideas
T.A.T.u is saying: “It’s all about us”
But like always is all about fans!
Fearless human is not a human without fears

Good Russian song is good as an American
T.A.T.u is trying to give best as the best
Every our reason isn’t for confess
Every human person can’t think clerical

Night in a city and fast, so fast cars
A lot of noise, argue and cruel spot
If you want so little, you’ll get a lot

Yes, t.A.T.u., “It’s all about usâÂ?¦”
And when you make some thing for prison
“It’s all about us” isn’t surely a reasonâÂ?¦

Eminem

Radio runs and talks loud and foreign
I don’t know is it French or Spanish
Sound is not pop, wish didn’t vanish
Bad love makes songs awful, so boring

Stereo like pain takes me through night
Like a king same thing plays till the morning
Nasty rapper with his boiling point calling
With bright face and nose like a diamond

He is cold and only hot sings and talks
All rappers are with bosses or Holly Ghost
Eminem talks and wants friend for his Olymp

In darkness of night I hear and I’m calling
He is fast, to fast, my rhyming is dead and lost
Eminem tries and screams, talks to exhaust�

Day in New York

Quick address is far on a long station
Don’t worry, even if you’re not New Yorker
Your destination is today slow but okay
Traffic and crowd is not a reason for emotion

Drop a tear and give a candle in a church
There is a place for your faith in New York
Morning is so busy, people go to a work
So go to a coffee, you don’t need to search

To search to much for place with pretty service
And happy pretty loving faces without disturbs
Millions are in a hurry and just a few are slow

Visitors like you, yes, they want to know
What is on, what is above the surface
In a so big city, in his skyline and curves�

City Face

Bright face of a City looks good
Trinity of God is somewhere ahead
Sunshine wants to beat a cloud, to spread
Air from a forest and good smell of a wood

First born baby in new City morning
With fresh tears plays in noise
Cries and tears in world of a choice
Without, just maybe for now, complaining

City is fast on fast shoes of a lady
Go and tell good bye, stranger
You can’t stay here forever

She is reserved for some other man
Forget on words, stop to complain
You can still to look her wedding�.

Love Byte

Fast site, perfume and fresh love byte
Woman or a man, we all need a love
Give me a pleasure, hold me so tight
Lips on a face heavenly now rove

Glove on a globe and walls paint in white
World of a terror and world of a horror
But in your site with pleasure and byte
Man with perfect hearth feels love and honor

Music from a station gives matters and feels
I can’t hear any reasonable sound any more
In thousand words you’re queen and a whore

In thousand faces I pray and God kills
This is first and last song about wrong faith
With love as idol, and idols on a bed�

Lover in a Silver Suite

Gentleman with smile in his silver suite
Starts with forgetting his best manners
In front of a woman red-head like Venus
On high shoes with past of ended youths

Man’s smile is brave victory of woman
Hide tears in your eyes and go ahead
Love is smart and wild friend and wand
Love is a bird with face of a human

Act with your hands, in your silver suite
Every brave try is nice victory of lover
Every smile is try, you don’t need a cover

Smile is quite enough, be nice and cute
And brave lover with bird of a loving labour
With open hands loves strong and faithful�

Culture

Mind in fight search for a result
While blinds and evils run and hunt
A few words in connection, with link
For a last try to escape from a ring

Game like a game for right and guilt
For reason and feeling lost in a field
Reason is weak and only hearth feel
Weak is my body for life like a thrill

And only one thing can change a way
For things and persons who dieing apart
Simple human reason, coincidence and art

Makes that dreams and help lay in hell
New borne like innocent friend of a future
Take escape from us and from our culture.

Mind

Mind looks, talks, feels, express
Mind wants to see near the God
Faith is like man who is proud
Faith is maybe our last chance

And God’s mind, so gorgeous, proud
Far from end of road, far from beginning
Far from human vanity and sinning
God on a Heaven, God all around

And when you see a face of a human
Make a wish to be smarter next time
That face will be brighter and kind

More and more like face of nice woman
Maybe in better house, in better clime
With so brighter face in front of people mind�

Lyrics and Politics

Poet has only thinking and lyrics
Much stronger are prisons and police
Bad criticism? Oh, no, no please
Keep you so far, far from politics

If your voice is weak but you want to say
Be sure that you’re saying right thing
World of politics is an eagle with strong wing
If you’re talking bad criticism you will betray

In confusion what is need to speak
And what you’re speak in some matter
Important not only for your free will

Criticism is like bad joke or leak
And if you pretend don’t be pretender
Lyrics are minding, but politics is real!

Administration

Air pollution and world confusion
Wars are even on rock’n’roll station
Before you start to claim Administration
Try to be unconfused and make your own fusion

To be unconfused you’ll need some own solution
Criticism is so easy like claim Administration
Global World is not some super-nation
Problems are hard, bad critics are illusion

Lyrics are good for our own good feeling
For nice touch from person soul to soul
But world is wild, world is death and killing

Politicians are humans, they have only human mind
Social life is nice, but social being so cruel
Even sometimes, we can be politically satisfied�

In Columns and Rows

Crowd in chaos runs and spins
Gifted people wins they look admired
In a gifted kids in laugh so wired
With future needs in future sins

In the first place so bored and tired
A man from prison talks loud words
His hands want to catch a ghost
His life is strange like jobs for fired

In columns and rows prays and critics
Only real marvel can keep from the edge
On that edge begins loud wooden stage

On that edge begins and ends politics
Drop a tear, release brave new age
On a pillow of frontier, in prison, in cage�

Poets in Prisons

Beings and things are creatures like fortress
Shadow and a man without strength, so homeless
Breath and air disappears like refuges like fortunes
Hunted blood and hunted man can only be poets

Overheat is hard but never hard like coldness
Man is man for guilt, words take guilt and wins
Guilt is soul, guilt is body, and guilt is gift and gifts
Man to a prison and prisoners to brave poets

Poets think like strongest, with faith without mercy
Poet’s corner is sad book of all dead and former
Call and voice for strength of low is harmed caller

Thanks and better world are like cold order
Every order just fast and cold blood and murder
Poets and thinkers are people without chances�

World Wars, and Even Worse

Now I see the world with crying worlds
Lands and landscapes with frozen words
Thoughts and laughs without rightful source
Lord on the Heaven and here human lords

Prisoners with sins like tribes in sin courts
Innocent people are almost guilty, of course
Rapidly expensive things on walls and doors
On TV stations wide spread destruction and wars

With wars wounded soldiers, glory and force
With force high point of freedom and free choice
With choice broken childhoods and toys

In childhoods missing fathers for girls and boys
Yes, World can be better, but can be even worse
World starts and ends with brave word across�

Hip-hop

Mean and silent shadow gains a pretty hip-hop
Pretty and good looking girls and boys need that
In a center of a stage on beginning of a weekend
Jumps and loudly plays band that can’t be turn-off

But your eye lies this is no more, is not a hip-hop
Pretty face and fashion are now only a hip-Pop
Stage and singers-sinners are completely tip-top
For only one word their fans will evil tip-off

Be kind and go fast from this place right now
Hip-hop is a hip-Pop so pleasant and so nice
Hip-hop is not a hip-hop, hip-hop now lies

Hip-hop is a pop and pop is a hip-hop somehow
Too much things is now in a game for a music throne
Brave men are wanted, brave to take a microphone�

SPQR

City crowd calls: Gladiator! Spainon!
Faster then a fear, voices call to glory
Caesar is in Arena! Now nobody jury
Comodos is bright like in his medallion

Praetorians salute you! You are a bone
Of a Caesar Father! So white and pure
Take a sword, Comodos, and be sure
Maximus is now not fighting for a throne

Give breads and games! Aurelius looks
From Heaven of Idols! Tempora! Mores!
General and Gladiator in front of all dukes

Gives honor and thanks and gets stolen
From edge of defeat, so strong, the strongest
Maximus fights, and rules like in a poem�

�© Milijan Slavnic 2005.