Showing posts with label English. Show all posts
Showing posts with label English. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Train station Roof

Standing you see
The families rushing to the coaches
The kids that follow, unwillingly
The lovers’ goodbye kiss
The tears that flow, unwillingly
The friends saying farewell
The looks back at the departed, unwillingly

In the end
A whistle’s blow
The beginning of a journey

Saturday, October 09, 2010

Love walking down the street

Love painted on their faces
Felt through their embraces
Colours and sizes vary
As do creeds and stories
But everywhere you look
They cluster
From the skies the outfit
Resembles an oriental rug

Friday, October 08, 2010

Love born

Love is born
The cigarette is lit
She laughed…
A hug at the bar
A kiss for good night

Love was born
While the wind blew
And the Willows wept
The ducks swam leisurely
And the fishes nibbled the bread…

Love will be born
Two minutes ahead
While you put your cigarette out
And open the door
Her shadow caresses you
Your breath catches her aroma…

Moment of chance
Or the universe’s deliberation
Your walk
Shall be accompanied…

Monday, July 05, 2010

Feelings of separation and distance

I touch you; the belly of mother earth
But between us lays an ocean
Not to be transcended by time
Not time its creator

Seulement la langue
Poor, though lips still bear the same taste
Deserted, though words still carried with the wind
Seulement la langue
Powerful, though no actions reside
The only way, though not complete

Ah! But the woes of long brush strokes
Upon the pale carnal canvas
Painting with locks of gold
Oyster’s blue upon the white clouds
I see the skies and my hands caress the Milky Way
How soft of a touch does it take not to disturb a galaxy?

Standing on the shore of the ocean
I see my longing, I decide not
Say farewell to thee
Or part my heart.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Around the clock

The hours never stop
Clinging to the beast
As it struggles through

Forsaken beauty
Forgotten realms

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Οι ώρες δεν σταματούν ποτέ
Γαντζώνονται στο τέρας
Όπως αυτό παλεύει διάμεσου

Πάντερμη ομορφιά
Ξεχασμένα βασίλεια

Youth in Revolt!!

I want to tickle your belly button...........from the inside.
I want to wrap your legs around my head and wear you like the crown you are.
If that's OK with you.






Friday, March 26, 2010

Come with me in vain

Come with me in vain
Although the reflection
Of the moon
Upon a midday’s sun
Upon the green meadows
And the wild pine forests
Upon the brown roofs
And through the milky clouds
Upon the elk’s horn
If only for a moment
In this fleeting journey
Come with me in vain

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Powder Blue

Silent dance
eyes pinned on you
a trembling cigarette
and hands caressing a drink

Lust pouring over you
colour red
taste of strawberry
burning candles give you comfort

And deep inside
all there is pain and tears
one smile and
the song is over...


In the end life always goes on
for those left behind
Isn't that what matters the most?

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Different Night Out

I am the radiant Sun!
Bitches around me in heat howl,
Mad dogs bark in precipitation,
It is the copulation of the days.
Who will?
Who won’t?

People born out of nothing,
People bringing nothing,
People living nothing.

Dance, dance, dance…
Feel, feel, feel…
Listen to the joker’s hypnotic music.
Dive in the trance of the so-called living.

The eternal shroud engulfing you…

Melt,
In the Lava of tomorrow.
Melt,
In the Lava of now.
Melt,
In the Lava of yesterday.

Become one with the starry night of the Milky Way…

Dionysus versus Apollo
The eternal fight
Has it ever ended?
No!

Fuck!
Hard!

Until the night is gone,
Until your brains lay onto the floor,
Until you are one with the floor,
Until You exist no more,
Living the undead life.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Successor

Everybody in life seeks for his successor

Societies are built on succession
Generations one after the other succeed each other hoping that the old will survive as part of the new but also that the new will go forth to create its own new

The path though does not always work as we hoped for or as we imagined

Sometimes the new is too new for the old
Sometimes the new is simply too arrogant
Sometimes the old is simply too afraid

The world keeps spinning though
The universe is immune, or most probably it does not give a damn

We are the only species on this planet that has the ability to pave its own path
As much as this brings with it pain and disruption
If we want to be true to ourselves we need to built a path full of spirit, heart and logic

The technique will show us the how
The heart will tell us the why
But only the spirit will light the way up front

Blessed are the meek in spirit
Because sometimes is better not to know
Sometimes it is better to find your way through the fog simply by groping around in the dark

But those who know
Those are the ones who have to be true to themselves
Those are the ones who carry with them the burden of humanity
Those are the ones who shall pave the paths we all walk on

To them we must all want to be alike
To the old we must all be turned into when our time comes to greet the new

The path to enlightenment is not the same for anyone

It is actually different for everyone

But we all start at the same point, as much as we finish at different parallel
Do not hope that the old will understand
Do not hope that they will be compassionate
Learn what you can and keep moving forth
As the old search for their successor so do the new search for their pundit

When the student is ready the teacher shall appear
When the teacher is ready the student will appear

If blood does not show its true face then something else will come along
And that is fine

We all seek our path through deep forests and heavy, icy fog
Through deep blue oceans and heavy storms
In the end of the day the only thing we have to pull us together is our common beginnings
Molecules of creation before we have even started
Let us walk our path

Free of the obligation

The master shall find the student
The student shall find the master

We keep walking
We keep walking
We keep ...

It is there where our steps will take us that we should have been all along
It is there where we are that our steps have taken us

And through the uncertainty
Through the clouds and the rain
Through the mist and the icy fog

If we look close enough we shall see the light that stands as a beacon

We shall feel the smell of the exquisite fruit
We shall hear the heavenly music
Drink the divine wine

What has given life eternal to the gods,
Now resides in our hands.

Work hard
Think freely
Imagine the unimaginable
And the world will follow

And if it doesn’t

Stay assured that in the end there is always someone who picks up the trail
Even if not the one initially planned

Travel

Away…

Friday, December 11, 2009

They say if you watch earth from a satellite you get to see the extend of damage we have done to our ozone layer, the pollution and a giant pile of space debris, our failed attempts to conquer the universe have left behind…
I am standing almost naked before I go to bed in my hotel room somewhere in the old Albion…
I put on my coat and open the window overlooking the street for one last night smoke…
I am not allowed to smoke, but I do it anyway…
Blatant disregard of the rules…
Human nature…
Savage…

I notice the fog. Thick and dump, it’s shivering cold…
I smoke…
The smoke seems to dissolve becoming part of the fog…

I watch the lights in the distance. How their light dissolves in the fog creating an almost frightening landscape.
Then I notice the trees. No leaves, just branches inter – connecting in the fog.
The cars buzz by with their lights creating passing apparitions in the fog.

If you look life from high above, as though you are not part of it, you get to see all the twists and turns and how they inter-connect through the fog.
Invisible in the sunny days, all our actions – decisions, how suddenly they seem in tune with one another.
As if our every step and mis-step was meant to bring us here…
Where we stand today...

Closer to our subliminal paths, our untold wishes, our unspoken dreams.
Intertwined paths of destiny, intercrossing with each other.
Does it all make sense?
Will we ever know?

In the end of the day, all we have is this blurry feeling that we live a life worth living…
Go on!
Live!

I come back inside, I shiver…
I zip the last of my long cold tea.
I am going to bed.

Good night to all! Sweet dreams…

Friday, September 25, 2009

What's in a Kiss?

Never thought I'd feel again
Feel the darkness fade and see the morning sun arise
Never thought I'd feel alive again
Senses dull and blunt from all the lies

Now, when I hold your face so close to mine
I see a place where the sun will shine, with you it is divine
Looking down into those eyes
I know, I'll be lost and never found again

Kiss me once and I will surely melt and die
Kiss me twice and I will never leave your side
(If)
Dreams come true

Do I dare to trust this time?
Ooo, the bells of fortune, will I ever hear them chime?
Only those who have been burned before
Truly know the meaning of hell's flaming core

I was the brooding night and you were dawn
Saving me for I was forlorn, in your light I am reborn
Looking down into those eyes I know,
I'll be lost and never found again, oh

Kiss me once and I will surely melt and die
Kiss me twice and I will never leave your side
(If)
Dreams come true

And when the walls are breaking down on us
When all we see is misery, will you still believe in me?
Looking down into those eyes
I know, I'll be lost and never found again, oh

Kiss me once and I will surely melt and die
Kiss me twice and I will never leave your side
Until the sign of winter
(Dreams come true)
Always by your side
(Dream)


(Picture Source: http://www.klimt.com/klimtmuseum/images/big/klimt029big.jpg, accessed online 22/09/2009)

(Lyrics Source: http://www.mp3lyrics.org/h/hammerfall/dreams/)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

What do we really know about loss or creation?
If we have never bore a child, if we have never lost a lover (for real…).
Where does our power for the unfathomable come from?
Is it somewhere near the abyss we all nurture within or from the stars that besides us shed light to our path?
What do we really know about anything?
If we have not seen a child grow and fulfill its dreams, if we have not seen people live their lives fully and die.


How are we supposed to pave our way, through our fears and our avoidances, through the abyss us all bear deep in our souls?
Change is inevitable and with it the pain, of letting parts of you wither and die.
But such is the way of nature, such is evolution and we have no right to stand against it.
After all walking forward means always leaving something behind.


Don’t stare too long to the abyss because it might actually look at you back*.
If you have the power, keep on going without ever shedding a tear, without ever turning.
Otherwise hope that you will have the power to fall into the abyss and emerge reborn.
A New Dionysus, full of Apollo**…


* “Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” Friedrich Nietzsche — Beyond Good and Evil
** Something my friend X... taught me once...

Friday, July 10, 2009

Bonds...

I open my eyes
And the sea of seas lies there.

It is the stuff of legends
And I am crossing it with a penurious boat and music in my ears.

The bonds we share,
Are they anything more than a feeling?

Would you die to protect them?
Would I die to protect them?

The bonds we share,
Are they anything more than a feeling?

Friday, June 26, 2009

A glimpse of the future past or retrospective visions

Black stand the sands of time.
Shallow stand the waters of the sea.

Forsaken lands and the hope of dreams brought them together.
The end of dreams and the harsh reality will bring them apart, just around the corner.

Cometh and goeth the waters.
Archaic form of the never ending change, these waters hold the key.

Forgetfulness is not the issue but living is.
Through the vagaries of time and the fights within and without,
thus shall life find new paths to tread upon.

The waters move and so does the earth beneath them, with them.
Turbulent as they might be and deep beyond reckoning,
they shall always be there to provide us the layaway.

Emotions of the past uncovered in this present or that future,
shall be the companions of a lifetime as long as they remain carefully sealed behind the mind's doors.
And be that they escape, be grateful,
for they show who you really are and what carry you with you.

Step on the water with the fear of God and the love of man,
and walk on them as an angel sent to carry a message.
For the watery ways shall always provide you with a safe passage to the strange lands of glory,
even if it is fire, wind and earth that you carry.

Bonds forged in a tense time full of passion and relative innocence,
even though it seemed forging them took time, moths or even years,
they shall be destroyed in a mere moment, random or conscient.

And as the waters bring you forth every time,
so will the tide take you back.
And as you came into life so shall you un - come.

Black stand the sands of time, but walk them and they shall turn to gold.
Shallow stand the waters of the sea, but decide to cross them and you shall see they're deeper than they look.

Reincarnation or the memories of a life past.

The dog put his head out of the window of the moving car. Aaaaa. The weather was hot, more than it should. The air of the moving car made him feel nice. He felt the air going through his hair and his nose got to cool off. He liked it... The way the hot air was caressing his hair because of the car's speed that... He liked it. Next step the tongue out. Aaaa... This was the epitome of happiness. Cool tongue. He flapped his tongue in and out and felt a giant amount of joy that he expressed by barking thank you to the gentle wind that embraced the car. His mind wandered off. He thought of the party last night. He liked his Master's parties, there was always someone that would care enough for him and play with him for some time. He kind of missed playing. He was already 5 years old and in human years that meant he had already reached 35. Aaa, he thought life runs faster than me and put his head back in the car and sat down in the back seat resting his head on the lap of little Mistress. He came to think about his life. People tend to think that anything besides the human life is simple and uncomplicated. How wrong they were.



But that was not what was troubling him. Lately he had these flashes, something like intense memory flashes. He remembered a human life. He wondered how it could be possible to remember a life before the one that you are living now and especially one of a different species. He remembered once he'd heard his Master talking about the meaning of reincarnation and how people who have done bad things in their life come back in the form of an animal or a tree. So he wondered whether he had done actually something so bad so God decided to send him back as a dog to teach him a few things or if this was just a great joke played by God. Maybe some clerical error in God's administrative services sent him back in such a dog body.



He didn't think about it a lot and suddenly he felt a scratch on his back. So he rolled over with his feet in the air trying to scratch his back on the seat, but the little Mistress thought he wanted to play and scold him. Thank God he'd already scratched his back. So there he was thinking of his older life again. He remembered himself as what the humans call a man. He did not remember much details of this life certainly he could not remember names and places. All he had where these flashes that came and went.



Pictures of a life he couldn't but ask himself whether it was true or invented. Memories some times seem to be subjective. A subjective, self-referenced narration of acts that, you and others did. And besides that, the fact that everyone used different words to describe the same things could even more worsen the ability of anyone to recall a memory in "objective" terms. He wondered whether the other dogs smelled different things the same way he did.

He was tormented by the same flashes though, for quite some time now and he could not but think about them especially when he sat leisurely in someone's lap, like now. The flashes were intense, they came and went in their own will and he could not really make sense of their order or something. He saw the man walking to the beach, working, making love, partying. He saw him in various instances through the course of the man's life. Normally he wouldn't feel worried but his dog senses felt alarmed every day he had one of those flashes and in the past few times his senses went pretty much crazy. However he was a dog after all and during such trips he used to dose off in the lap of Little Mistress. So he opened his mouth and yawned; turned a bit and tried to dose off upon the tender lap.



The flashes however were not on strike today. He saw himself as a human again only this time the flash was the worst ever. He could actually feel every bit of life flowing through such a human body and the sensation startled him. He tried to bark aloud in his dream in a futile effort to escape it but curiously enough the only thing that came out of his mouth were human screams. He then turned his head. He saw himself in a dark, damp and dirty alley; down towards the end of the alley he saw his dog self looking at him. He stayed petrified. His dog self was looking at his human self...How could that be, that both selves were present in the same dream? Oh lord that was weird. His dog self was barking at his human self. Why? He tried to bark back in an effort to talk with his dog self in the dream but no luck... His dream dog self did not seem to notice. So he tried looking around as a human. Then it was when he saw it... He looked down and he saw the body of a young woman lying over there covered in something that looked like... Blood... Where did this blood all come from...?



A half naked body of a young woman laid in front of him shot dead with blood all over. He looked at his shirt; his hands; his trousers...Blood everywhere... He put his hands down to touch the street and his right hand grabbed something that felt like a gun. He picked it up and there he saw the murder weapon a small revolver 6 shots loading. He looked at the woman, 4 shots; stomach, heart, shoulder, head. Two should be left still in the gun. He thought very fast to unload them both on himself. But something stopped him. It was a dog barking at the end of the alley. He could draw unwanted attention to him. The dog had to die. He walked towards the dog; the dog didn't move but was barking continuously... He reached closely and shot. The dog fell dead. For a moment he stayed there looking the dead dog. It was strange, he felt more sad for the dog than the body that laid back there. A beautiful young woman dead. Covered with blood. He'd already forgotten what she was to him, why he had killed her. But the dog, the dog had something extremely familiar. He turned the gun to himself and pulled the trigger. As his human body fell to the ground his soul realised he had just killed himself in another life.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Golden Chain for a golden girl
Chain that binds, chain that blinds
Here and now, now and there
Love, Care and friendship all made one
One be thy chain, always the binding one.

The tear marks the end
The beginning of a new era
The Heart’s, the Soul’s, actions in the end of days.
OH! You my Heart of Pain…
OH! Hear me! Heart of Pain…
OH! My Heart, hear me, cause I am the one to blame.

OH! You eyes of sorrow…
OH! You eyes coloured by the sea; coloured by colour…
OH! You hair of silk… Coloured by gold; coloured by air…
OH! You lips of lust… Coloured by red; coloured by past…
OH! Naked body shall you call for me after you OR shall you come to me?
OH! My Queen of Heavens, is thy naked body the truth? OR Just the beginning of my beautiful lie?