MonsterThat bony smile across his facea sight to take your breath awayas time erupts and slips its pacea noose of stars that went astrayslips down the sky to find its place.He said he roamed too far afieldthat all his pleas were spurned and shunnedthe hands of god refused to yieldThey only left him dazed and stunnedwith fleshy wounds that never healed.So now he haunts the fields and fensand calls the narrow ways his home.The secrets that no man can ken,the buzzards bleat a wretched droneand turn their backs on drowning men.
ElenaElena followed me homefrom work one nightand stayed for tea and eggs,and all that minimum wageand wars between the sheetscould bring.She said she was a goddess,daughter of a carpenterwith her long red, red hairand eyes as warm as hazel nutson Christmas morning.Her hands spoke brailleacross my backand made the silenceof Sunday into a prophecy.She left one Octoberjust like she said she wouldwhen the fireflieshad turned their wings to ash.And I found revelationin red, red wineand cheap red, red fabricthat came off in my handslike summer.
CalibanThey say this placeis the brothelof my thoughts -dirty gods and vacant wombs,something uncleanleft at the top of these stairs,but forgotten when the world skips a beatand light crawls its wayto the bottom.I watch what movesfrom the window -that brave new world -and know I am piecemeal,unmade and too rough to the touch,my kiss an unborn thing.I sucked from my mother's teatdelicious malcontentsour as summer nettlesto be my wormwood,bereft of fine mannersor a back to hang them on.But all is not as it seems.I only play the monsterwhen the crowd demands blood,for my back breakslike any other man,my visage worthy of grace;and I can feel my thoughts soarthe deft sparks of springlonging to be uncagedwhen beauty comes unbiddenand my sullen hideshall turn like the worms in Juneinto something glorious.
WitchcraftCall me Sarahwas all she saidand I had the uncomfortablefeeling of being haunted.I let her legsand red nailsdo the talking -stories I grew upnot believing in,silver spoons and moonshung so lowI could taste them,and autumn lostbetween her shoulders.I never said the right wordsand night retreatedwhen she turned her headand smiled.We let the candles burn -rich foliage of airand starsthe only traces left.
RustThe dwelling rustof Wednesdayswells this hollow gardenand somewhere in the yarda tire swing goes flatagainst the skyline.It chokes the autumn lightleft hidingin the silo,drowning outthe crush ofmums and ragged berriesIt bubbles in the percolatorsteeping still lifein the caulof early morning -the red-brown crumbsof breakfast toast and jamgrowing ghosts uponthe silverwareAnd deep insideI still hear you waking upthe soft saluteof morning voicesstirring the windoutside my window.
SeptemberThe summer was so hotthe dogs stuck to the sidewalkswith the newspapersand the black metal canseveryone left waiting on the curb.You could smell itin the glass pitcherson table tops,and the sheets that neverdried on the clothes lines;the canvas beach bagsmothers dragged wearilyacross the sandand the ice cream trucksmelting across the highways.Children felt it openup the windows at nightand find a cornerof the bed to smother,while fathers baited it on hooksor mowed it downin flat, dry stripesas if begging each otherto escape.And the crickets just hummedbeneath the corn silkand the dry mouthof August,daring the cats to playhide and seek -searching for September.
War and CancerI want to go backand meet us one more time,before the war and the cancertook up so much of the day -before my father could no longerremember what the presentwas supposed to meanand your mothercould still get dressedwithout losing her way.I want to knowwhat it felt liketo board a planeto somewhere hiddenand not careif our names and facesbecame lost;to walk as longas we wantedwithout the sun and mooncreating an argument.I want to feel youroll into my armswhere I forgot to cut the grassand you did notwater the flowers;to hear youwatching the cardinalsunearth the spring.And to know once againhow this placebetween usstarted becoming new.
OrchestraFour a.m is uneasy -time purloined and lefthanging on the bed posts.You said I crowd your sleep,feet and hands slipping cotton,pulling dreams in paper streamslike the nest of waspsgrowing restless in the tree.Your legs make room for me,for the sound of weatherhappening on the roof,and warm the space above us,setting fire to the drapes again.Just let me feel your claviclepress under my hipswhere daylight squeezes inand hinges us.So we both can waken slowly,you know, like kids in summerwho long for everything to never endand the sky to be an orchestra
-In the endless tranquil forest,Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,I smile; at peace with the world,As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?If noone gives you a chance for a long time,then when you are finally given one,most of the times, you gonna fail.And you'll ask for a second one,but you don't deserve it,because out there there are many like youstill awaiting the first one.Do You?Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
AnimusIf I couldI would vomit my soulAnd let it chain itselfTo my speech Like a parasite.I would let it Become my puppet master,And let it sway my armsIn directionsI never thoughtI would.Instead, I've kept my soulTrapped in a cageAnd watched itTry to biteIt's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked mehow far I would gofor you but you never tookinto considerationthat the earth is round soI’ll end uprepeating myself.
UnitedSo far awayBut so close anywayGoing separate waysBut connected, alwaysUnited our hearts areTrue friendship Is our treasureEven when afarOur bonds are unbreakableOur secrets we shareFor each other we standEverytime and everywhere
-the stars shineso brightlyin those brown eyes(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)and i knowthat every dayis a struggle(i'm sorry i can't help you)because youhave been sob r o k e n(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)but the emptinessin those eyesseems to fade(and life flickers in those brown hues)so i'll climbevery mountain topfor you(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
a full moon will not bring me backI have learned that thereis a sudden peacewhen one has tired of runningall their life.I have learned that youshould have let me go,far sooner than you didbecause wolves needto be free. Theyneed to ravage the dead;they spear-head the desirefor distance.Remember, darling, whenI told you:"Do not let me touch you,for I will break you"?Oh how I throttled yourcawing with pearl-plated pawsand parted apologies.You swooned over my love,while I howled for the night.
DriftwoodDriftwood -skeleton mawwraps talon-likearound the dawnas if beggingfor a favor,so smooth and sharpworn bare by August -a mermaid's ribrubs salt from sand,the battering lilt of seagullsbeating timeagainst the summer sun.