Miroslava Odalovic Poems

yes? you're looking for a street?
oh - the street it's just where you are
sorry I'm not following-
you're looking for another street
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wanna

do me
who me
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Who never find place in snobbish minds too busy to notice them
While they are playing with their intellectual marbles
Of concepts polished and syllogisms winding endlessly to no end deductions
Of too much info without a place to really fit but can serve the purpose
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Sometimes I'm thinking about the roles and an intuition that there's something in them that I always feel a need to complain about. It's what we do for others that may so easily define us and if what we do is good make us better people - parental role eg. is the best cure for egoism provided that one is a normal parent. Still, I wonder how come we've become so many things at the same time- parents, friends, colleagues, business partners, lovers, leaders, fighters…reminds me of an onion that's very hard to peel when it comes to all the layers the eyes wet cannot see a core layer, a central one. And it also makes me wonder why we need all of them, we cannot blame it only on the complexity of living as well as which one will swallow the rest of the personality as it seems inevitable to sacrifice other roles for the main one at least in certain periods of life.

It's very hard to play them at the same time, multitasking is a synonym of civilizational disease which is why sometimes the seams of personality tear and persona ends up lying in psychiatric arms. There's nothing cynical in this just an underlying though that there are no abnormal people but merely an abnormal ‘circumstances' that bring about a ‘normal' reactions.
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to walk through the glittering snow
under the street lamps through the silver path
sparkling mind towards the home
where someone always opens the door for you
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some beauty to see
through seasons that run
and ripe in me
wheels of fortune I break
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is not even a standpoint at all
measured by corners or central spots
is not even under-standing
hypostasically gauging the unmeasurable
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sealed deep within
mythical silences of a snow sparkling mind
make sure you never trace touch
its body surface pronounced in each dawn
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