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Dje kuptova
Te jetosh Jo nuk duhet te kerkosh Thjesht te dish te qendrosh Ne qetesi Ne shtepi Nen qiellin Me erresire E yje te shndritshme Ne blune e paster Prekur me re te bardha E driten e henes Nje dite dimri J.GJ. 17 Nentor 2020
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It's eight o'clock
Birds at work On the covered ground Through the fallen leaves Beaks take peeks Robin beaks Bluejay fluff Squirrel tails up high Red woodpecker heads To naked tree bodies fly Birds at work It's food o'clock Breakfast time J.GJ. November 17, 2020 Ndoshta jane pak
Fjalet te dua Je shpirti im Jeta per mua Ndoshta banale jane bere Fjalet te dua Je shpirti im Jeta qe dua Ndoshta nuk mjaftojne Fjalet e tua Fjalet e mia Pa ty e mua Me ty e mua Fjalet te dua Je shpirti im Mjaftojne Nuk jane banale Jane shume Sa per ty e mua Te dua J.GJ. 2 Tetor 2013 Ndihem e zene ne nje kafaz
E zene nga dikush a dicka Nga koha Ate e urrej Ate them per here te pare “e urrej” Dhe perseri e kuptoj Pse nuk mund te urrehet As te rrahet As te hidhet tutje E te zihet me shkelma Nuk mundem jo Nuk mundem te bej gje me iluzionet e botes Iluzionet e mia gjithashtu Jane kaq te vogla Duken te vogla Po aq te medha sa iluzionet e botes E te luftoj duhet me to Te dyja aleate E une Si top drite qe mundohet te caje deren E vetme hedh shikimin tutje larg Nga e plasaritura e imet E portes se huaj… J.GJ. 2012 Hajde flasim heshtje
Hajde luajme E lodhur je dhe ti Si mua kete mbremje Notat e muzikes Plaget ti qetesojne Harro Hajde Hajde qajme bashke Pa ze pa zhurme pa fryme Hajde edhe nje here Harro Mbylli syte Mes endrrash Vallezo Shpejto Kendo Nxito Pa me marre gjumi Pa filluar ti Me Qetesi J.GJ. 6 Gusht 2013 It is snowing here,
And I feel alone, Among stupid things I have to do, What do you want me to show you. What I want to know Maybe what has no answer An illusion of mind Fear and external values That have cloated my blood vessels Those that bring air to the brain And I just cry The crazy inside wants to crack open Leave out fear Throw out fear Get in fresh air Breathe with confidence In the common end Love and death… What is the point in doing this If pleasure is converted into pain Maybe because it is worth having Suffering justified I do not want that Stupid The snow is falling Out of the window Let your eyes wonder there And forget of your judgemental world Illusions Reality is out there In the snowflakes… J.GJ. January 2012 The crying and writing ritual
Why not They go together Tears untold Words When you don’t find them You know you have them When rolling slowly Down your humanity Those tears of fear and truth Fall No words remain Hanging on pages Of emptiness and sadness Of being told Not being read Being lost in whiteness Down With the unwritten ones Those tears you enslave In reason of ideals In perfection lost With tears disappears You Your world Your words J.GJ. 2012 Alone with my thoughts
I fear I hear Alone with no other life I hear I fear Crying cannot stop Alone with no other breath I cannot stop I hear thoughts I fear - fullstop Alone Emotions bounce against the wall And back to me They hit and go I hear I fear Tears unleash hope Drop after drop Till thoughts drown And I hear no more Alone in my tears Till I fear no more… J.GJ. 2012 Have I lost my political?
Or have I hidden it so well That now I cannot find it myself Even when it speaks with my voice Even when it acts with my body And appears in passport pictures And social media sites? Is it dangerous Am I dangerous As the political hidden In feelings of confusing plurality In talk of diversity and difference This politics of the nonpolitical This caused the tragedies of our times Am I the bomb The next massacre The next murderer The next truth Of this age Why do I fear the political? Who fears me? And which political to be? There are many. I know it when I see it Or I see it when I want to? But I know somethings. I defend some positions. I do not impose. Is morality impositions? If so I am not there. If so morality is dead with politics. Some politics is dead. Which one is alive? Does it matter? Dead is some. Does it matter? I wonder. When will I find my political? When will it give up its invisibility? To the world To me… J.GJ. 2012 Is this all a lie?
Is this all a lie? Why? How can I make it truth? How can I make it real? How can I believe in it and keep believing? How? When will it end? When will I know? When will I be ok with lies and truths? When? What is all this about? Nobody wants to hear about what you do not know Everybody wants to hear about your truths Even though they are like sugar melting in waters of doubt the point you throw them in and mix them up – a second, a minute, a day more than enough For a new truth to emerge For a new truth to vanish For an old truth to be revived J.GJ. 2013 |
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