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Pharaoh

A silken mesh, immersed in gold,
Like amber specks, caught, in the times of old,
Tell tales of children, with monumental sight;
The fine hairs on brushes,
Painted  symbols of might.

The youth reached out to surpass all distances,
As their hearts ached for knowledge of growth.
While the nile of life,
Glowed upward from the misty bed,
As these prodigies had eyes of rubies of red.

Whos' wishes dispersed through,
Like crystalline gems,
It took only one look,
And their thoughts could be read.

These were souls, 
That consumed despair,
And brought forth grandness,
With  such rarity.

Flowing with a touch,
They could catch nations they missed,
Like the nile river parts,
Needs in  rains of wishes.

To house souls in pyramids of life,
Brought many a peasant,
Of viscous strife.

Fly they would,
From flower of cope,
To gather sandy pollen,
To build the eternal house of hope.

The pyramids of wax,
Were built through seasons of change,
They eluded all smoke,
In many a time, of age.

They have come,
To last the haggard of time,
As we reach the edges,
Of our material lives.

These were kings,
That lived for ever more,
The Pharaoh kings were children,
Built from toys of law.

                                     25/8/1991

           NIKOLAS KOVACEVIC.

Pharaoh

Mimicry

With an influence of power over him,
She maintains to remain, gentle in ability.
She has his reflection in knowledge,
Yet with a more passionate fire,
Her sensual waters covering like a guipure.

A fortitude of his heart,
A protective structure,
She came from the finest, innocent white,
Porcelain bone china.
So strong in stay of determined winds,
However brittle, when under him.

He doesn't want to wrong,
What seems right,
He knows that it's,
Her progressed mind, that enlightens.
From dual emotions,
He wants to bring her down,
Not because of hate, does he, want this,
But of a lonely heart, for her desire,
Like a solemn candle still, in the dark fire.

The academics revelation, of a volatile composure,
Hypothesises, that the place outside the earthly love,
Is enclosed by ether.
However this is benign in reason,
As the fluids would burn,
Thus the world would wear out,
From it's revolutionary turn.

Truth in purity,
Composes the finest orchestral notes,
Yet it's ironic in mirth,
As the earth produces these,
And they're not heard, 
In the void of answer.

In merciful waters, 
Generations conceive, and produce,
And the void dissipates to fill with love,
Igniting from this one spark to fire,
Only to grow in it's own eternal desire.

With a silhouette of sight,
The poles attract,
Thus his mind is in a dissimilar dwell.
His curious emotions, expatiating the expanse,
In a desperate need,
He must take her, into his trance.

Like a cup being filled with fluid,
On the top of a table,
Still in it's stance,
The force of the fluid from a height,
Will produce a displacement,
Like loves unique, relative misplacement.

A couple in marriage, they are one,
To show each other their fluent love.
Together, they mimic themselves,
However, in her own need, 
She is mimicry herself.

This is the unique show,
Of pure instincts.
As it's her time,
While future generations,
Mimic her mind.

                          20/2/92

NIKOLAS KOVACEVIC.

Mimicry

Covetous design

Camouflaged thoughts hide in sequence,
With branched reaches, growing from a source,
Extending it's unique similarity in due course.

Hunger produces many needs that uphold,
Their own duplicated patterns by fold.
Clusters wander with their heredity,
With the same texture,
Expanding in endless perfidy.

Arrays of directions, lusting upward in height,
Trying to leave their ancestral plight,
In hope to lengthen their knowledge in sight.

Shooting their seeds across the promised lands,
With a hunger and greed, they need to expand.
Battles sought, over territorial claims,
Changed by weathers of instinctive aims.

Some nations enlighten the earth,
However doubtless their knowledge, darkens in mirth.
Holding below what's sought,
Exacting in nature of shadows of remorse.

Some will root to grounds of need,
Yet choking on soiled morals of greed.
Reverting and distorting from complex desires;
Old foliage gained in seasonal acquire.

Their distortions, covering the earth,
Until they become entangled in truths,
Each fighting through the canopy of darkness,
To find the answer of light.

Accepting all, with no choice,
Some of them will eat like scavengers in force;
Beneath lies a jungle of blood,
Vines, lopyphites choking for good.

Don't think of escaping through your thoughts,
The revenge must be taken,
At the base of feelings taught.

                                      29/11/1991

                                      NIKOLAS KOVACEVIC.

Covetous Design

Bladed sight

Their bodies lay awake in dawn,
Yet asleep, feeling forlorn.
The eyes are clear and wild,
Although in a darker shade,
For sharpness has but, a duller blade.

The turning stone lays waiting, wet and cold,
As yet, the prophecy is to be told,
Of two nations,
Being cut and cleaned on stone.

Hence, as love divinely holds,
And cleans in love, the crisper shades,
It fells away, the blanket of warmth,
As their eyes are opened,
With hasty force.

The powers cut, like twisted steel,
And hold together,
Forces in mutual appeal;
Then one took the turning stone away,
And they were set in battle,
Evermore, after that day.

During the battle,
One paused too long,
And was cut away,

And fell to the earth,
For where he lay.
Having not have felt,
With greater sight,
That bitter sweat,
Lessened fight.

For like two blades,
In a knights fight,
Neither is victor in their own right,
As it is not, the strength which each holds,
That makes either the tougher blade.

They fall in it's guilt,
Having realised the strength lies,
In the turning wheel,
Which gave to each, love and sight,
Only to have watched their duller fight.

A lesson, each must learn,
That power of love,
Is not here to spurn,
For it is victor in it's divine right,
To give to each, the sharper sight;
Whether either takes it,
And holds together close,
Or becomes a bitter enemy,
Each is to choose.

                                  NIKOLAS KOVACEVIC.

Bladed Sight

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CULMINATION


In the wars of bread,
The races fulfilled my consuming hatred.
Butters of flesh spread so thin,
With browning toasters in chambers of sin.

The brooding black pupil of discontent,
In my neighbors eye of soulless repent,
Pierced my pool of still waters emotion,
Till tides of blood, drenched the shores of culmination.

Pump did the swallow, a bird of beautiful fills,
Pecking in gaze, at once rich grassy hills,
Till the somber animals' instinct, stopped to feed,
And fell to lay wasted on unnecessary soils of greed.

Give me your crown and forget the jewels, offered in life,
I want everything now, laid down in strife.
Let the green moss of your beret, jacket and coat,
Staunchly mound the ground, from which you arose.

Only to see you go to the end,
As my destruction pours over you like acid reign.

 
                                              26/8/93

       NIKOLAS KOVACEVIC.

Culmination - Master

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