June 11, 2014
by Gregor Cuzak
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I do have my own numerology, one constructed on my own, without direct sourcing from the existing numerological systems. However, I cannot deny influences that existing systems have exuberated on me, be it through their direct naratives, or via indirect … Continue reading
May 19, 2014
by Gregor Cuzak
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Whenever, wherever, there. May you live your dreams. May you go where there the sun shines on the brightly lit mornings. May you be in May. Hey. But what if there’s snow, what if there’s the glow, what if … … Continue reading
December 30, 2013
by Gregor Cuzak
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Apologies to those who swim, but boats are cool, they take you up, when o’s go deep. With every wave, with ever whom, lays my true love, to kiss a whale. Below are stars, they shine for you, … Continue reading
December 25, 2013
by Gregor Cuzak
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There used to be a person in a close circle of mine who dreamt up master plans on a whim of a whirle of a daisy. Fast, illustrious and grand. It does not happen that often that you find people … Continue reading
October 8, 2012
by Gregor Cuzak
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Waves flow wild.
September 12, 2012
by Gregor Cuzak
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Aha, je. Je fajn kdaj kaj. Pa. Recimo. Tole. No. In potem? Pa ja. Saj je res tako. Sicer pa … Kdo bi? Jaz. Ti? Ok. Tule. Glej. Letim. Ne. Ni res. Spet pretiravaš. Zakaj? Veš, da. Ni. Ker je … Continue reading
July 1, 2012
by Gregor Cuzak
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Človek, kdo si? Ki tičiš v zemlji, ki te zrak ne vleče, ki smrdiš. Kdo si, hudir? Zakaj renčiš, ti život prečuje noč, kam te nosi blodenj pot. Vseved, ki nič ne veš, ki nič ne znaš, ki nič ne … Continue reading
June 14, 2012
by Gregor Cuzak
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Clocks run dry, rivers fly, ducks go high, towers lie. Flowing tie, tiles will buy, dreaming shy, atoms cry. Zen should why, question guide, cities mine, catcher’s rye, Demons plight, rockers try, shoes awhile, romans fight. And now, for something … Continue reading
May 20, 2012
by Gregor Cuzak
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Red, what else, they burn in love, in heartfelt pain, unsung refrain. If fate will hide, its sun in clouds, your face in tears, will I survive? The town is ripe, with kisses soft, hands holding light, baloons in flight. … Continue reading
April 18, 2012
by Gregor Cuzak
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Man’s dreams, current streams, flowing rims, gushing through. Flowers lay in fields, roses baren thorns, widows crying home, when destinies collide. Guns appear in arms, rattling in the night, poison leaving sounds, snakes are sliding glue. Lovers span the sky, … Continue reading