Serene in your slumber
your eyes like twin commas
on a face that tells me
your heart is happy.
And I glow inside.
Stay the NightSleep, my perfection
and I too will shut my eyes
like the moon mourns the light of day
so it can slip away
into a union with the sky.
Then the stars will wink at us from above,
privy to our not-so secret love,
and our slumber will resemble
the softest of waves as they tumble
into each other with unbridled joy.
As chilled air seeps into our shared dreams,
we will nuzzle up and burrow deep,
inhaling the scent of the freshly laundered
before the hours are quickly squandered
by a sun that swiftly draws the night away.
Yet fear not, my love
for we have learnt to allay the dawn--
when it cajoles the night to retreat,
we smuggle the stars in cottony sheets
and covet the moon with our kisses.
And the night will never feel as young
as when our bliss has sung
the lyrics of a life now lived as one.
ReunionI used to howl when twilight descended;
my muse a yellow orb leading me--
my guidepost in a sea of darkness
so black my heart turned inky
My paw prints created paths of dust
and my tail swept them clean
as it hung so low
to match the bellow
in my heart.
The stars could not quell my yearning,
which twinkled faintly till morning
drove me to fitful sleeping
and the dew gathered like tears
weeping on a dull grey coat.
Then, when my desire to live subsided,
the sky at night turned lighter
and my eyes gleamed brighter
as winter carpeted the land in flakes of lace.
And I heard his howling
even before I spied him lolloping
on banks of snow and ice,
his hind legs carrying him to me
in powerful long strides.
Winter's embrace never felt more bracing
than it did that fateful morning
when our noses met in a moist reunion
and the skies turned a soft vermillion
as our hearts finally intertwined.
My RewardYou are my quest--
that beckoning in my RPG called life
that detour from what I have charted.
But the game was not won
by my following the trail of crumbs
laid before me;
the game was over when I met you
for I wanted to play no more,
wanted no part of this existence
that plodded on with no investment of passion.
There was no levelling up in my world--
no little man in a suit and tie to save me
to bend time and slow motion
to piece together the puzzles
that would lead to my happiness;
no dark soldier swinging his oversized sword
battling the demons of emptiness
to salvage my loneliness;
no tiny robot fuelled by a loyal heart
doggedly searching for his true love
in a world of discarded parts.
In a massive universe of multi-players
battling the futility of existence
to attain an inscrutable treasure,
I found you--
a gem in a village of clans,
a clue to lead me forward,
an option when I had so few--
are my extra life,
you filled up my health bar
so I could break free
from this endl
FixationI will be a hermit for you;
I'll hide away
remake each day anew--
just you and me
just we two.
You are my retreat from the world;
I feel your love
as I curl
my sweetness all around you.
I will scale mountains with you;
I take in the keen air
and savour your face
like a breathtaking view.
I want to roam the earth with only you by my side;
I want to forget
and the why
because all that means nothing
if I didn't have you.
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
CollaborationThe spatter on screen
unfurls around the edges
of swelling twin flames
that flicker and gleam,
my quickening heartbeat
with an incandescent cresting.
My fingertips rest
on your smooth shaft of creation
as your fingers enfold mine
taking me to the brink of elation;
your grasp is as firm and sure
as your love is sweet and pure
and your clasp a tactile deviation
from the concave artifice I call my life,
from its mundane vexations.
And so we compose--
the liquid dreams of a new furnace
burnish our collaboration
and vacate our days
of the prosaic and pedestrian;
our passion consumes us,
distilling our fusion into embers
that irradiate our creative consummation.
My Baby (reprise)The night throws its light
on your face,
your breath catches and takes
in the glow from the moonbeams
as my love streams
In your slumber you remember
the memories of a past never lived
but imagined a million times
in the recesses of your mind,
more real than reality
now enjoyed in drowsy serenity.
As I watch your twin commas flicker
your lips gently quiver
with the weight of tonight's kiss,
your cool brown fringe
casting shadows tinged
with our union's bliss.
-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 you
still awaiting the first one.
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.
Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide note
And upon it's legacy lines
Scribed in crimson ink
Is all her little curios of happiness.
Before misery waddled up,
Knocked over her correction fluid;
Erasing all her joy in a blink.
There's a tape recorder by her side
Skipping a death tone melody;
The silence she hides inside.
Should she stop.
Wipe her days of self-pity and hate
Until she can record a new song
Upbeat to a happy tune of fate.
By her crumpled flat dress,
Glares wild, her knife and her pills,
Though the sight macabre
Only sets her heart ablaze to chills.
Serrated metal to barcode in
A reminder of all her undying pain
And the dark she kisses within.
Numb, she knocks back medicine,
Her bus stop on the highway of life.
Faltering she drops lipstick blade and
To an honest mirror she turns...
What ever happened to
The smiling girl?
What ever happened to
Her innocent future?
Tears fade to a calm stare
Which unravels a soulful grin;
A u-shape of acceptance
To new challenges she mus
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grove
And to you, Rae, because what appears
is always the cosmic cascading bodies,
torched and tumbling,
and someone screaming evacuate-
meaning rebuild, re-haunt.
Reading about the experiment,
it became evident-
the traffic of moans,
crowds of shadows standing
in the peripheral,
a sense of expectation and dread.
This is how death comes in poems:
The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
AnimusIf I could
I would vomit my soul
And let it chain itself
To my speech
Like a parasite.
I would let it
Become my puppet master,
And let it sway my arms
I never thought
Instead, I've kept my soul
Trapped in a cage
And watched it
Try to bite
It'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 me
how far I would go
for you but you never took
that the earth is round so
I’ll end up
Thy Fallen AdamO father, thou hast forsaken me.
Thou hast breathed essence
Into these corpse lungs, and yet
Thou had cast me out
Into this cold black with no regret.
Why dost thou shudder so father?
Thine eyes were the first I
Bore witness to in mine blossom.
'Ere did that grace of life ebb within;
Yet thou did but blench and look
No more upon thy creation no farther.
Dost thou have stomach to embrace?
O father, I ought to have been an angel,
But alas thou hast sewn a villain's face
To hide mine internal beauty.
O father, why thou elude me of love?
Thou elude my diabolic presence
With thy Prometheus hands, and still
Thy plague am I to thou
In pestilence dire I maketh thou ill.
Where dost thou go to weep father?
Look! Even stars insult my frame
Ne'er did the celestial offer me comfort,
Yet thou would dare mock too.
Only shallow rain cries tears ever blue.
Dost thou have conscience to behold?
O father, did thou not dream me as mortal,
But I am a patchwork of nightmares old
As a mirror of thy own cruelt