THE WAIT
We lie here huddled in the silence
The warmth of your breath upon my face
The strength of your kiss behind your lips
Behind your tongue
And these tiny truths that you confess
Are riddled by my nothingness
Frozen in my hourglass
Waiting... for the time...
To pass
Poetry
SELECT POEMS by BOJANA

VICTIMS
With each freedom you give away
Behind the guise of woe-is-me
Victims win and victims breed
Victims take what we all need
Although intent paves the road
(And we’re aware of where it goes)
We carry on whilst we all know
Seeds of victim should not be sown
We think we’re kind by giving in
Helping helpless rise and win
But we’re entering a tailspin
Folding to the violin
And we’ll lose all our freedoms
The ones who rise on their own
Are ones we all should know
We should choose to follow
They’ll keep the rest in tow
But if victims come to rise
Who will pay the price?
Think they’ll take you to the skies?
Imagine all the lies!
Let’s hope we’re not all dumbs.
'Merica |(2012-16) | acrlyic, wire, wood, canvas

Inspirations & Influences: Jasper Johns + American Flag +
love + surgery + unity + FREEDOM + We, the People + history + space + possibility
ILLUSION
Winged things
One moment here
One moment there
Traveling Time
Fluidly
A magickal glimpse into realms unseen
This is how faith grows wings
