SAŠA MILIVOJEV

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev SEVERANCE To overcome, relinquish and forget, black – hearted eyes, as well as innocent, feigned words of solace and bitter embrace. To forget the joys, affections and desires, hardship and bliss, friends and enemies, smiles and tears and prayers. To be insincere. To write no more verses. To trust not a soul. To understand no one and naught. To forgive not. To pass a verdict ‘pon oneself of remoteness and taciturnity. And soar towards the glistening of Cosmic dark infinity.       Saša Milivojev     Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ ,  Саша Миливоев ,  Саша Миливојев ,  ساشا ميليفويف www.sasamilivojev.com

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev   GOLDEN TWINE     A Spirit A wandering soul A wrathful squall In the fire levin‘s blasting Ice within the chest is crackling. Everything to me is hindrance You are not within my distance We are bound by golden twine. Step down from the blazing sun The child loves you but it stammers Because this un-beating heart Cannot fasten Gelid gates of inky Hades. I shall lay myself to rest Hold acquittal and solace In this hour evil, bleak, When you didn’t hear me speak.       Saša Milivojev     Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ ,  Саша Миливоев ,  Саша Миливојев ,  ساشا ميليفويف www.sasamilivojev.com

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev REFUGEES   Happy and all smiles Greteful to the Skies In love crazily We sang blissfully Life we worshiped Of what was yet to come we dreamed Never in a million years we'd fear The hell that was becoming was near All we have come by Gone in a blink of an eye You plundered everything from us Cursed criminals Thirsting for blood savages Tore our hearts into pieces Slayed a child in a crib Brothers and sisters to the gallows In petrol set to flames Barbarians Shattered all our dreams Crumbled all to dust Extinguished the sun Darkness Gruesome fear For death we were escaping Hungry and shoeless Through this world so heartless Seeking the inconsolable salvation Upon that hellish flight From that gruesome war We came across some folk divine Who planted a seed of hope Once upon a border crossing We were battered For help when we were seeking In the forest of the howling wolves We were hiding Embraced by the flames of fire We were warming The

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev THERE IS NO MORE POETRY - IT'S OVER     The sun has stopped. Mankind has fallen Evil has carried the day Blowing the angels away One and all is just as lonely The lost are wandering the world Abandoned, heartbroken Their traces, as if they never were before There is Love no more Somewhere, away from the wicked Night is yearning for the sun Where the endless pit finishes Where the dream extinguishes The wound has healed The song rendered speechless In pursuit of redemption The Poet was left voiceless. Where there are no tears no shoulder to cry on no time to repent no chance to forgive Where there is no misery Where stops all joy and treachery What will be will be, Not even a whisper of a prayer to sound There is no more poetry - ring the curtain down.       Saša Milivojev     Translated by  Ljubica Yentl Tinska SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوو

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev VACCINES FOR NON-CONFORMISTS 21.01.2019. End violence now! Stop murdering journalists! It seems unnecessary to murder your adversaries in disreputable fashion with chemical weapons, primitive poisoning, nerve agents, radioactive substances, or butchering in some embassy, when there are ways, much more “refined” than the “bestial”, wrapped in silken gloves, that will leave no stain on the historical “reputation” of one’s Empire ... Traveling the world, I came upon a Kingdom, whose name I shall not unveil today, where every step I took shocked me, finding so many crippled madmen on the streets of the capital, incessantly laughing, waving their arms, rolling their eyes, conversing with the skies, trees, the flowers... In utter disbelief of how many madmen I came upon wandering through the city – I began asking around about them and no less but within the well-informed circles. I quickly learned the terrible truth of their misfortune. Do not

Sasha Milivoyev - Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev CORONA   A bloodthirsty old woman you see, a cockroach from the Satan’s “Crisis Committee”, For long she pillaged, children she snatched and slayed their blood she drank and ate, to rejuvenate. She flayed their skin, affixed in place on her own face, Corona was her name, The old hag was insane. When her evil deeds were told, the airplanes soared, in aim to kill us all. On Earth they made the poisons fall. They had us all locked down, with muzzles restrained, padlocks and chains, ankle bracelets for home detention, false tests on prescription, deceived and plundered, blamed for infection, medications proscribed, fresh air they denied, On our freedom they put boundaries, halfwits, scoundrels. And when they “eased up” on their “measures”, the camps were full over the rim, large - scale butchering, looted livers and kidneys, burning the living victims, “to prevent the spread of infection” evidence concealed for our own protection. She had wor

Saša Milivojev - Sasha Milivoyev Saša Milivojev   ICE MONUMENT   I have been searching for you in the centuries In lost dreams In icy seas Tracks covered in snow And you are no more Everyone ‘s undone Winds! Turn me to ice A monument of ice To be awakened By soft rays of light Once a heart is thawed It will beat for you Memories I lost Turn my blood to frost Tear droplet so young On snow covered ground I shine from afar But no one awaits To lessen my pain That is neverending Winds! Turn me to ice A monument of ice To be awakened By soft rays of light Once a heart defrosts It will beat for you Sun will disembogue Like honey that’s thawed.     Saša Milivojev   Translated by  Ljubica Yentl Tinska SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ ,  Саша

Saša Milivojev - Sasha Milivoyev Saša Milivojev THE HOMELESS Snow. Ice. Bitterness. Fear. Huger. Distress. Darkness. Hopelessness. Without water and electricity. Without liberty. Nobody, just me,   and a cold blanket sighing sadly. And nothing else. Betrayals countless. Without a friendly face. Without an embrace. Puddles of tears surround me, I will cut my wrists to end this misery. My frostbite wounds Millions of people are passing by never a one to stop to offer a shoulder on which to cry I don’t need anything no cash, no bread no shoes, no roof over my head just a single heart to start beating beating for me, crazily.       Saša Milivojev   Translated by  Ljubica Yentl Tinska SAŠA MILIVOJEV 萨沙•米利沃耶夫 ,  Saşa Milivoyev ,  サーシャ・ミリヴォエフ ,  Sasha Milivoyev ,  साशा मिलीवोएव ,  Саша Миливойев ,  ساشا میلیوویف ,  Saša Milivojev ,  Σάσα Μιλιβόγιεφ ,  Sasa Milivojev ,  Sacha Milivoyév ,  Sascia Milivoev ,  Sasza Miliwojew ,  Sacha Milivoev ,  Sasha Milivojev ,  ሳሻ ሚሊቮዬቭ ,  Саша Миливоев ,  Са

Sasha Milivoyev, Saša Milivojev Saša Milivojev THE PUNISHMENT (On the consequences of biological warfare and experimentation on humans. Disturbing images in verse)     What is the world breathing in? We are perishing, Dirty rains are falling, Poisons and genes, Rodents and savages, The tailed and the horned. These are not the bacteria nor the viruses nor the “Conspiracy Theories”, But Satan’s blood thirsty savages, Monstrosities from the laboratories. With a head of the child and a body of a snake He is mourned by his mother, He doesn’t even resemble the old man - the horned goat - his father. Millions of ex-people witlessly meandering the planet, on all fours! Invertedly. At times someone even flies, reversedly. Jumping locusts, We’re becoming crickets, Rodents and cripples, Vaccinated monkeys, hair-covered in the scorched rainforests. Babies are no longer crying, Only frogs can be heard croaking! How wicked have we become, We are the monstrosities, In the fires of Hell on roasts we s