Thursday, 18 December 2014

Mercy                                                                                      September 2005

My zeal for pain
Has turned my head
Has reaped the crops
Of years of trials
I stand
Once more
I hunger
For what might come
After the seize
Of dreadful dreams
Of rain
Of thunder
The sun might rise
But then
I wonder
What if it tears
My heart asunder
What if the hubris
of dreams abandoned
tails me for life
my peace of mind
never regained
no chance of mercy
being granted?

Photograph from

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Ioύνιος                    2005         

Ανοίγω τα μάτια
Τα χρόνια γλίστρησαν
μέσα απ’ τους ευσεβείς μου πόθους
Και ταξίδια
          πόθοι μπουμπούκια
τα πέταλά τους κλειστά
το χρώμα τους δεν το’δε
          ο ήλιος
σ’ αυτά τα χρόνια που γλίστρισαν
μέσα απ’ τα όνειρά μου
Κι η ζωή
αυτή η ατμομηχανή
θόρυβο κάνει για το τίποτα
          σταθμούς αφήνει
πόρτες θεόκλειστες, αμπαρωμένες
Κι εγώ
ματιές κλεφτές θυμάμαι
χρώματα, θάλασσες και δάση
μητροπόλεις και χωριά
Σα να ταξίδεψα
Σα να’ φυγα
Σα να’ζησα

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Wednesday, 10 December 2014

(Yet another bridge to cross)

Below zero                                                                              September 2005

For life
For love
For fear of life
For dreams
So wildly persecuted
For all I am
For all I have
For my desires
My woes have looted
I choose to stay
To hum the countdown
Of what I had
Of what I loved
My heart uprooted

"He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land
making all hia nowhere plans for nobody..."
(Bridge crossing in September 2005)

Of my illusions
I love most
this hope I host
Of couples dying hard in time
I place your picture next to mine
defying destiny
to kill illusions
of such kind

"I will cross that bridge when I get there" is a phrase I've been using so often lately that it really makes me wonder: 
How many more bridges are there anyway?