Volcanic eruptions of colour blue
Memories of red, once upon a time
Under grey skies we touch, limp

Green fantasies of white meadows
The existence playing with daisies
Being innocent as nobody believes

Black is the colour of presence
Dull, crisp, absolute, all-encompassing
Engulfs what you portray, nonchalant

How upon the sunny pines
Upon the sunny sunset
You would come onto me
And sing with grace and desire

Το Γιατί του Ταξιδιώτη

Γιατί το χρόνο σου
ποτέ στο δικό μου δεν δημιούργησες.
Πάντα εγώ με ένα δισάκι στον ώμο.
Μα κι ακόμη αν είμαι εγώ
ο ένας και μοναδικός ταξιδευτής
γιατί ποτέ δεν είπες θα έρθω να σε βρω
χωρίς να σ' το ζητήσω.

Ας είναι,
της θάλασσας και του αγέρα
γιατί εγώ μόνο σαν όνειρο
μπορούσα εσένα.

Συνάντηση

Σάμπως εκεί
πάνω στο κόκκινο
όταν συναντηθούμε
τρομάξουμε
απ' την οσμή του αίματος
που στ' άκρα τρέχει των χειλιών

Love Story

I discovered your handwritten note in the kitchen.
A cute shopping list, written in small, jiggly letters:

                    Potatoes
                    Barilla No.6
                    Corn flour
                (A small flower drawn next to it)
                    Franziskaner
                    Sauerkraut
                    Whipped cream for the chocolate...

                    "...should I write more..."

                    I will pay in kisses!!
                                                            Thank you Chef!

I went to the bathroom and took a shower.
I wiped myself dry with the blue towels you tried on last time,
wipe dry - use as a robe.
I remembered the blue fluff
spread evenly all over your body
like my towel was trying to usurp you...

Then, I sat on the bed,
undressing,
lying down to relax,
wait for you -
but this mattress -
this mattress -
it's so soft -
this is not our mattress!

I stood up and looked around.
And suddenly it dawned to me
I was in the wrong house!
                            (fantasy)

Femme Fatale

A spider's web is my love for you.
Like a little fly trapped in my threads,
stuck,
        unable to move -
                                  every move -
                                                     brings death one step closer.

And I, I am the great big spider.
The Queen, the majestic Black Widow!
I am what I am -
                       I kill my mate after copulation.

I feel so lonely,
                     and then,
You get caught in my web.
How I like to watch you struggle!
And I stay patient yet another day.
When is he going to kill himself?
Moving like a little insect...

And each day I grow closer and closer,
                                                            waiting,
                                                                      laying low,
                                                                                     until,
I decide that you deserve a sweet death.
Then I will consummate our fateful union...

Coping with Rejection

Don't take it personally
The doctor said
It is your weight son
My mother said
You know you need to conform to the norm
My friends said
Your target market is naturally limited
My best friend said
Then again I say these are not!

I am not sad
Or hurt
Although
The day that
Follows
Is always
A bit heavy
On my left side...

I asked him once
What am I doing wrong
"You 're chasing a dream and I respect you for that"
If the whole world spins to a particular tune
Why would you want to whistle another?
Truth is more important than life
And truth is always painful and ill-suited...

There is a simple path in life
Paved with corpses
You can choose
An eagle
A fishing spider
A mosquito
A mole
A vulture
A komodo dragon
Or your own corpse…

But when you choose
Make sure you can stand
Yourself,
And opposing whirlwinds...

You can be either a lost island
Or a lost ship
This little matters
Since essentially the journey is the same...
Who shall step on my lonely sandy shores next?
To which harbour will I find you at the docks waving your neckerchief?

Today I laboured
Burying yourself under tasks for execution is always...
And when I went back home
I put my feet up a chair
Draw a long full puff of my vanilla – cherry pipe
Exhale and close me eyes

And as i close my eyes
And dream
My pain loosens
Your figure as I remember lucidly
fades
in its world
That of ideas…
There my soul finds consolation
There the noise stops
There again I will find you
To fall in love with you
All over…

Μάνα

Στα κουρασμένα σου επάνω χέρια
Απλώσαμε της μέρας μας το γάλα
Στο ιδρωμένο σου επάνω άγγιγμα
Συμπυκνώθηκε Κέρας της Αμάλθειας…

And as the universe goes
Round and round
So do our minds
And our bodies
And our wretched ways
So do our loves
And our times
And our spaces
So do our voices
And our stories
And our looks
So do our friendships
And our comings
And our goings
So do our somethings
And our nothings
And our maybes

So do we
As totalities
And continuities
And round as it goes
We bring along
All the debris
And all the smiles
And as you can see
Nothing remains carved
In flux aeterna
We shall exist!

Tolstoy’s Heroine

Almost red
            Your thin, delicate hair dyed fiery
Nod of a head
            And your long, eerie fingers of a spirit
Night of today
            You sat besides me and smiled
A smile more
            Just one more smile

Another glimpse, of a chance
No bars to see you
No hurdle
Another glimpse of your smile.

Scenes of a Club III – Tu Es Petrus

Somewhere,
Rainy island
The shepherd teaches

Memory denounced in the colors
Beside, a Palm-tree – plastic
Underneath however
Shadow of electronic diodes
Baal gathers his flock

Under the shadow of the Shepherd
Hebetic, vernal bodies
Prostitute
Amidst dancing litanies
And colorful mantles
Sacrifice

High under your bosom there where everyone is accepted

What beauty is that
That lays beside you?
No unicorn can
Fight the lioness
And suddenly the sky explodes!
Lost the eyes
Never return
To the point before...
We're all on drugs the ancient from Persepolis remarked.
Parthenon screamed
What do you mean higher standards the bride of Prassov asked?
What are u looking if not what everyone else?
Under your bosom hides the sun I said…
She laughed disapprovingly...
Since we’ll not fuck today
Let's at least dance,
Or something...

First Drinks For The NewComers

Upon the night's bright young stars
We drank
A beer or two
Until we discovered
Deep down inside
We are all dust

Our complex entwinements
Our diverse paths
The creation of stars
But more
The humanity unveiled

The river is always renewed

And as the last ones
Standing, we abjure
Our externalities
To the bottom
Of our abode sanctums
The rain keeps falling
The temperature

But today is a warm day
Because once again
We, the earth has come
Circle full

Let the journey begin...

Oh! I Dream and pray
for darkest night
to descend
upon

Our mellowed bodies
travelling the moonlight
our mellowed souls
sleeping side by side

How in darkness
your body shines
my light
my sweet sweet kiss
of a firefly!

I lay besides you
a lake of light
and me
me milady
a servant of lower desires
the God that came from East
commands my lust for you!

I besiege you
My Lady please
hid my words
the words of a fool
make love to me once
absorb me
and let me die
in the piece of your light
the darkest night!

A Poem for All Occasions

Under these dim, fanciful lights
hovering, influenced of music,
senses alighting,
my gaze rested upon your (ENTER COLOUR OF EYES) eyes.

Serenity I reckon,
my soul captivated
so my body to the
rhythm of our primordial dance.

Come, take my hand and let
us swirl the endless streams.
Our rivers crossed,
our paths to intersect.

Dance with me,
this night of wonders.
Dance like it’s the last thing
                                              we do.
As our bodies collide,
our consciousness will touch
upon the kiss of desire.

If by night’s end
I have not myself
worthen proven,
then you, Milady,
may deny me of
a future dreamed.

But when my
might and bright
have your senses
woooed, Grant
Oh Beauty
the kiss of a Prince.

And when
this night
touches allure,
then I shall
meet you
again, under
the blossomed
cherry trees.

In the garden of our union.

The path of the Sun

As the rain falls hard upon your roof,
I dream of a beach,
With golden sands,
You waking upon them,
Ethereal being.

I can see the sun shinning from within You,
I can feel the vibration, your body,
The music you choose.

The path of creation,
Strong within you.
Re-invention,
This wretched world.
For others lost in translation,
For you what you will It,
As long as you actually do…

                                See not the blurry mirages 

                                Surrounding ships in a foggy sea 

                                Feel the world in its root 

                                Face the truth of Pain 

                                Pain is not life, 

                                Love is. 

                                Inside our flesh, 

                                Life is pain, 

                                Besieged castle, 

                                By Others. 

                                Look, 

                                Behind your photos lies reality. 

                                Pain 

                                Torment 

                                The man without bread, 

                                 His tears water, 

                                 Quenching his thirst. 

                                 Absent beings 

                                 Monsters 

                                 Govern. 

                                 This life of ours, 

                                 Filled 

                                 Pain. 

                                 Through this, 

                                 We must shine our light… 

Your name inbetween,
Your light.
Cypris,
Favor grants
Power of Love and Life.

Fear not for the darkness
What exists also ceases
What dies is also reborn
Eternal life-circle…

Listen to the wind
Follow the rain that chokes your spirit
Feel the light calling you
Somewhere behind the veil
You know your path

The meal is cooked
If you realise
The fire is burning

And beyond the snow
Beyond the white veil of ash
As time sits upon time
Our souls existed once
And still remain so
Even in the absence of our bodies.

There is always a shelter
Far from the common
Away from the safety of the womb
A shelter humane
A shelter of belief
For a warm hug and a hot cup of cocoa.

Smell the aroma of the flowers
The aroma of the soaked soil
It is the sweat of our labour
The principle of our existence
Through toil we shall find light.
Through darkness lies the clear path.
And you need not walk upon it alone…

Electronic love-science / Science & social networks

Beauty upon my fingers
The eyes bedazzled
Mediated realities
Scopic individualities
Through a looking glass
Observing

How the leafs move
And the wind speaks to me
Through patterns and equations
Reality reduced in nothing more but a few lines

What are you to me?
What am I to you?
Besides
All there is
Numbers and constructs
Linear on a white paper

Our story bits and bytes
Our talk
Last night
01

Tell me really
Did we ever exist?
But we must have
My dreams wet,
I wake up
If this is not reality then what is?

Images on screens
Lines mediated
Comments
Like usurped
Absconded minutes
In a networked time

Γιατί δεν έρχεσαι;

Τα στήθια μου,
                        διψούν,
αναταραχή ζητούν!

Κι εσύ δεν έρχεσαι,
εξακολουθείς από μακριά,
ν’ αποζητάς.

Δεν μπορώ,
δεν έχω,
άλλο πια.

Γιατί δεν έρχεσαι;

Κι οι μέρες κυλούν,
όπως οι νύχτες,
έν–υπνο.

Δεν ξημερώνει
ποτέ
σε λιβάδια γκρίζα.

Γιατί δεν έρχεσαι;

Ρωτώ και ξαναρωτώ
μπροστά στον καθρέπτη.
Κι εκείνος απλά,
                           αντανακλά,
την μαύρη αλήθεια.

Γιατί δεν έρχεσαι;

Πόσο πρέπει να υποφέρει
το κορμί
η ύπαρξη ολάκερη;

Γιατί δεν έρχεσαι;

Ποια είναι άραγε η φύση σου;
Τι αποζητώ;
Πόσο θα αντέξω;

Να τρώω από μέσα μου,
έξω μου να μην δίνω
να παλεύω
να σηκωθώ
να ξαπλώσω
ανώμαλος δρόμος.

Κι όλα
μα όλα
Θα μπορούσαν.

Wymeswold

Manure, muddy fields, smells of burned meat, a giant fire, – almost pagan – Guy Fawks and a Bowl of curry… In the middle of the field here he stands suit and trench the modern observer…Hot was the walk over, but the atmosphere cool – Here behold the community: The youths, The olds, The friends and the foreigners… – Gathered around – Fire and Works – A statue faux – Resemblance or reenactment – History, party, reliving or a burst of need?
A 12 year old asked about my country and I didn’t know what to answer…
Definitions a mix lost in translation – Books and an equation…
What used to be a statue still burns.
And people chatter on and on and on and on and on… and on and on ….
Hazy moon
Love not worth written
Love not worth liveth
Life begotten

Journey home

Blank eyes
Under fluorescent lighting
Empty - ing mind
A week's ramblings
And a weekend burst
Passed...

Soft music
Irrelevant people
And the roar
Travelling through countryside
18:00 looking like half midnight

Tomorrow a new day?
Surely calendarwise...

Shuttered

A body ravaged by semen
Tormented soul
The power of a kiss
The effort of a tear...