Žuri Bata sa salaša,
vozi golfa dizelaša
poš'o kući al je zast'o,
vid'o Stanu, valjda zato
kod kuće ga čeka žena,
matora i reš pečena
poželio Bata mlađe,
grozio se do tad krađe,
al uz'o je sebi Stanu,
veli daće joj bananu
mlada Stana, još zelena,
netaknuta neje*ena,
upalila Bati caka,
okrenu je na brzaka
nije znala šta je snašlo,
sunce jošte nije zašlo
ore Bata u po dana,
ne buni se mlada Stana,
obavio Bata pos'o,
ne baš sjajno, al je proš'o
proći će i Stana tuda,
svidela se njojzi mu*a,
prođi Bato opet sutra,
pustiću te ja unutra,
nisam znala danas ko je,
sada znam gde stvari stoje
idi ženi, nemoj dugo,
njojzi podaj što god drugo
daj joj pare za sokake,
a za mene čuvaj cake.
Ako si jedan od nas koji svoja osećanja ispoljavamo pisanjem, pažljivo pročitaj tekst u nastavku. Bilo da si pisac, pesnik ili bloger važno je da uživaš u onome što radiš. Ako svoje misli, ideje i snove, ili pak želje i iluzije zapisuješ ovde, potrudi se da ostaneš svoj. Sve ono što pišeš, stvaraš i proizvodiš, biće prelepo i stvarno do trenutka kad prestaneš biti ono što jesi. Ne dozvoli da ti se to dogodi, ne ubijaj stihove u sebi. Zaboravi sva pravila kada pišeš, pregazi sve barijere, pomeraj svoje granice iz dana u dan. Ne zavaravaj sebe dugačkim redovima, tekstovima bez kraja i poente, piši o svemu onoliko koliko želiš da kažeš. Ne postoji kratak ili dugačak tekst, postoji samo odgovarajući. Kraj dela se nalazi na samom kraju tvoje mašte i razmišljanja o tome. Zato piši, tako da ispuniš svoju dušu i svojim pisanjem prodireš u osećanja svojih čitaoca. Dozvoli drugima da te prepoznaju po tvojim tekstovima, izgradi sopstveni stil i vodi se njime, a opet zadrži pravo da svakodnevno unosiš nešto novo i osvežavajuće. Budi slobodan da upotrebiš gomilu reči koje imaš u izobilju, bez straha od tuđih pogleda i osuda. Ne opterećuj se gomilom izmišljenih pravilnika o pisanju, poštuj svoje pismo i gramatiku pisanja, ali pravilo o načinu pisanja ne postoji. Ne nasedaj na provokacije onih koji će te ubeđivati da je tvoje pisanje besmisleno i glupo, nemoj preispitivati sebe o kvalitetu tvojih dela. Tvoja dela su dobra zbog svoje specifičnosti, tvoja dela su tvoja perfekcija, to je ono što te čini da traješ duže. Učini da ti, kao stvaralac prelepih poema, priča i pesama, budeš kreator sopstvenog puta ka svojoj slobodi. Pisac je slobodan dok slobodno piše, ne dozvoli nikome da ti oduzme to pravo. Piši o onome što voliš, izazovi emocije onome ko čita. Nateraj svoje čitaoce, da se naježe čitajući tvoje delo, probudi najdublje emocije u njima, izmami njihove suze i osmehe. Uradi to na svoj način, u svom svetu stvaralaštva postavi pravila po svojoj želji, suprotno lažnim pravilima, stavi osmeh na lice i ponosno radi ono što voliš. Posmatraj stvari očima svog objektiva, slobodno piši i proživi svoje delo...
Slušajte ih, sažvaćite zajedno sa mnom gomilu gluposti koje izlaze iz njihovih lažljivih usta. To je sve što oni hoće od nas, da budemo prokleti slepci i ne vidimo sve ono što očajnički pokušavaju da sakriju. Prokleti manipulatori, plaćenici, drolje, pedofili i bolesnici, koji se kriju iza tuđih zidina srama. Ne dozvolite da vas obmani lažni kič kog su se dokopali po cenu sopstvenih obraza, i zadnjica. Dosta je! Recite to i vi, dosta smo ćutali kučkama iz naših komšiluka, njihovim providnim pričama o ljubavi i zaljubljenosti u one sa kojima dele krevet zbog novca. Jer, jedno je uvrediti poštenog čoveka a drugo sručiti istinu u lice kurvi koja to zaslužuje. Ne želim više da slušam pridike onih koji gorepomenutim nakazama plaćaju zadovoljstvo. Neću da me takvi uče kako treba da se ophodim prema ženama, neću da sutra moje dete spozna takvo društvo. Smučili su mi se sitni i krupni lopovi, koji jebeno glume poštenje, a o poštenog čoveka nisu se ni u prolazu očešali. Kradu i otimaju jedni od drugih, svakodnevno šire taj besmisleni krug, i na kraju jedini koji ispaštamo smo mi koji se ponosno držimo izvan. Dok jedni kradu od drugih ljudi, drugi svoje nemilosrđe usmeravaju ka prirodi. Ni kriva ni dužna iz dana u dan sve više i surovije ispašta zbog neobrazovanih podivljalih idiota, koji ne mogu da se suoče sa svojim problemima pa bes iskale na njoj. Ako treba vratimo zakone, koji kažu "oko za oko, zub za zub", kazna nikada nije bila dovoljno velika, kazna ne može nikada biti dovoljna za njih. Pobijmo ubice, naplatimo lopovima, osakatimo bolesnike, učinimo ih zaista bolesnim. Neka na svojoj koži osete, sva zla koja su počinili, pravda samo tako može biti zadovoljena. Hajde da ponovo slobodno hodamo našim ulicama, bez straha, bez stida, sa ponosom u glasu i pravdom u rukama. Razbistrimo zajedno ovu mutnu vodu koja plovi našom zemljom, i obećajmo našim naslednicima čistu budućnost.
U senci velikog starog hrasta,
pustinjska ruža, lepa i sama
nazire se njena netaknuta lepota,
u gomili trnja, vredna baš kao oaza
laticama kraseći pesak i pustoš
stvorivši raj na mestu pakla
usmerena ka suncu, u pustinji mazi tišinu
U senci velikog starog hrasta,
ruža je trnje začela,
u strahu od smrti i hlada hrast je otrovnim trnom načela
vreme će hrast da uništi, ruža zaslužuje najbolje
hrast treba da nestne, ruža ne sme da hladuje,
pustinjska ruža ponosno, diči se svojom lepotom
hrli ka suncu s voljom za ljubavi i životom
hrastova krošnja gubi se, umirli hrast ruši se
pustinjska ruža ostade, i sunde joj trnje upeče...
U senci velikog starog hrasta,
ruža bi mogla živeti, pustinja nije za ruže
to nije umela videti,
hrast ju je sunca čuvao po cenu svoga življenja
daleko od kuće pada za ljubav
a bio je vredan divljenja
I don't care, and it's feel so fucking good to say... Well that's definitely some words which totally blows my freaking mind in last few weeks. Yeah, i do think this is a story that should be written, no matter what. I guess somebody can learn a few smart tips from it. Ok, i feel some kind of duty to warn you before you start reading this post. Warning: If you reading this as my mother, sister, or maybe girlfriend you should know one thing... It's not necessary to be a true! All right, here's what's happen, or it's still happening, im not sure. There was a girl, just one girl with beautiful eyes, and perfect natural hair, she had a nice purple long dress, i was planning to talk to her, and ask her to date... Oh God, i have to stop this... Ok, i have no idea what was her eyes color, im actually not sure are they were exactly the same color. It's not about eyes of course, or about hair which of course i can't remember too... About a dress, that really was a true and she was wearing a purple dress, but hell that was a short dress. It's smallest one i have ever seen. As last about her, i didn't want to judge but she was look like a crazy horny slut from neighborhood. That's the way i was looking at her in the moment, but then when i come closer to her, we satarted our little conversation...
"Hey girl", i was said
"How can i help you?!". She said me back
"Whoa, whoa girl, thats not the way we will meet ich other", was my words
"We will?". She asked me, while was btw making some kind of suprised face
"Well i guess we have to do at least that, you know i like to call out the chick's name while having sex with her", maybe a little bit to much...
"Ou yeah, quess what, i like it too, but when i look at you i think i will scream many others names but not yours Romeo!". And she give me a punch
"Yizzz, i was thought you w'l be easy", was i really said that? Ou yes i was...
"Easy for what you natural disaster?", that was her question, and my brand new nickname i guess
"Easy to talk to", so obviously dumb i was, but who cares untill it work's...
Oh c'mon guys, i was young, always horny like a rabbit, you know 24/7, and yeah i was addicted to sex. No doubt about that. All right, now easy pull your pants up all of you and let me finish the first part of story. As you probably saw, she was a little angry about my "proposal" lets call it that. But i was decided to make something with her, i was able to do almost everything to make love with her... Don't ask me why, you readed the way i was looking at her, she was totally adorable to me. I could not stop the animal inside me... I was decided to ask her out, yeap a date...
"Hey listen, if i hate something thats definitely when girls thoughts wrong on my very inocent thoughts, so i have a sugestion", as i was said, i will try, and i'm was on it.
"O what, now i'm stupid? What is fcking wrong with you?", she asked very loud,
"Whatever is wrong with me, you can help me if you say yes", i said that with smile on my face and she simply said to me cold as an ice,
"Why would i want to help you?" i was waiting for that,
"Well, first of all you will basicly help yourself becouse i wont stop this lady, i have plenty of time", ouu there is a smile, she give a smile, so i asked " So, you and me, friday night, couple of drinks, little walk trough the town??? What do you think?" please say yes, please say yes...
"Ouu what the hell, anyway i will be at home, pretending that im tired of doing nothing..." litle strange what was she said, but hey she said yes...
"So, see you then bb, i will pick you up at eight o clock", but she was yelling while im was leaving,
"Better pick me up at five o clock you freak, and then bring me a bottle of scotch so i can get drunk and sleepwalk with you!", well in the moment i have realized that she want to go for drinks about midnight...
"Yeah, you gived me some nice ideas to think about... So i will pick you up before midnight, bb"
Now im waiting, waiting for friday. Ou by the way, in my opinion we will be picked up together at midnight, get some drinks at the closest bar, and about two o clock am, she will probably been very, very dirty girl... But, i was trying to be nice, you know... That's all i have to say untill friday, or maybe better sutarday :) untill then bb
