Idyll

False seers vociferate

The infinity of the sky repents in an instant

I believe my strength lies in heredity today

Expired writers smile

A modern script struggles to shape the lines of my body

I despise the eloquence of nothingness

Lovelorn lovers stand still

The burden has been lifted off their hearts

I create a nonsensical pawn of striking beauty

As he before me always did

Reunification

Sing your mournful song

until a merciless sun goes down

Never shared my glorious talents

Always been a substitute for pain

Going from one blissful place to another

has left me with little respect for happiness

The grand nightmares are willing to nurture me

Yet I lay in between worlds

and sever my dreams with tainted swords

I offer knowledge to mindless creatures

and guide them through time

"This is the era of the Kings

Before us, the martial equipment

of Alexander the Great"

The sun comes up again

while my soul returns to my battered body

Everything is as it should be

-Death is just a notion of justice-

Besieged by Spartan spears and Corinthian helmets

I draw my Elysian conclusions

In the years to come

There will be no halcyon rest

There will be no joyous dreams

Just an ancient story to be told

Until I reunite with my elusive soul..

One

In you a light trembles
A mystery flame in agony still
Your fairytale has driven you insane
Distant moments are conquering every inch of your fantasies

An abundance of talent devouring your myths
Once again you dream of Nemesis
A common idea becomes an almost unnatural smile
Shining on your captivating eyes
Has it always been this way?

Breathe in.. Breathe out..

I saw you in a dream
In passive memories and silent screams
You saw me in despair
As idle dreams flew
As pilgrims stood beside me

The "ideal" people around us
are manifesting cheerful regrets
Anemic affairs
Bitter lullabies

There's only you and me
Abandoned in a perfect world
Of tears and leverage

One you and one me
Partners in utopia
Travellers of time

You and me
Night bliss and opium senses

Trusting on miracles

Lotus

A perpetual motion
my thirst for asynchronous inspiration
Where genuine violins cry
Where the muse finally gives in
to passion

The reasons appear
in the midst of my grotesque realizations
Flowing like serene streams
Lost in a parallel reality
In all uncertainty
Until they discover each other

There's a transcendent path
That leads vertically
To the kindred spirit of bliss
-You must follow it-
Swift and brave the incarnation
Your journey must now begin

Frivolous expressions on magnifying glasses
Your mind makes up excuses
for your immature comfort
Your voice still echoes in my weary mind
"I'm destined to sail the seven seas"

We’re connected by the lotus
Tied together like two sails facing the northern wind
Baring witness to the constant horizon
Sculpting the love that binds us to stillness
With wounded chests and idle hearts

We sail together
Towards the sunset

Union

For all the words that tremble on your lips -I’m waiting-
“I’m still all alone” you said, and struck me with adversity
How can lust be our significant other!
How can pain shroud us with hope!
So many the variations of the silent Dance Steps
Swirling in a magical tour that sinfully approaches
In mystical sighs and turbulence I prosper
Feel my heart shivering beneath your vulnerable body

Come, my King
I shall resist my fate no more
The feast is ours to challenge
The ring is yours to claim

Reverie

Panting…
Swirling…
As the sound of an abstract smile doats upon us …
In this upholding reverie of mind
The perturbing evidence is overwhelming
We may keep installing nothing but the least of inaccuracies
Hoping that another victim is close by
His arithmetic intelligence gives in to lust
Wry fingers can write of mastery no more

All is well, then

Scribble

A silvery blank verse
Is the decadent cycle of my mind
Entering my cosmos unattended

When in a benevolent time zone
Night after night - the Liberian muse yields
Heeding the anticipated rhyme

I scribble and thirst
For the one apocalypse
For the lost quiescent letter

My confusion
A nonet fancy
Between you and me

Echinacea

A perennial herb survives
Three quarters of disbelief
Outer ray florets bow
Lowering their drama
In a gentle plea
Smooth and purple
Rarely shy
Just like
Him

Enigma

The eventide has finally come.

An immortal shadow enters the darkest of rooms almost impatiently tonight. He moves through piles of senescent scripts with a strange elation that fails to surprise him. If the unexpected were to happen now, he would strangely regard it as the ultimate benefit of his existence.

There is a wild gleam in his eyes as he reaches an old bronze desk at the far end of the room. The book has been waiting for him for thousands of years. Nocturnal fantasies go through his mind, feelings that thrive on his dim recollection of the sealed dream. He finds himself struggling to remember the years before this unpromising age.

There once was a golden key in my fair hands
It could open any Hesperian door I wished
It could lock away any nightmare I rightfully longed for

His journey is finally over.
A smile flickers on his lips as he places his fingers on the ancient white book.
Suddenly, a shaft of warm, blinding light fills the entire castle
Seraphic voices chime in every corridor
A sweet scent pervades his heart

And he knows
He's made the right choice

Nephelococcygia

Never-ending the mystery of his anathema
Pursuing vivacious clouds that struggle and form the unknown
Or dispel the imaginative known
A cynical drop of rain reminds me of my destiny
Today

Petals

Like a weeping song
Like a rose petal that falls on the ground
The memories of a predicted story
Are nothing but luscious lovers
Embracing on a cold winter night
Warming every inch of their future

Can they fall in love again?

Refugees that will forever be searching
The promise land - a distant past
Embroidering their monograms
On paper rings
On silent mornings
Still my identity needs to be torn apart

He loves me
He loves me not

Sculptor

Undoubtedly, the sculptor is the one who makes the final decision
In the lower buttress of his thoughts, the exquisite nights seem to be open to suggestions
He enfolds his vision with unselfish fingers that shape not the countenance, but the shadow of a pungent look
He caresses the lips, breathing new life into the unknown image

Last touch - first view

The path of identification before him

I know who you are and why I had to create you
Why you came, where mathematical steps are taking you
Which heaven you face, what it takes to be callionymus
How much I've worshiped you while carrying you in my womb

I'm ready
To let you go

As you wish

Illusions born from tender heights
From cliffs I spend my vulgar nights
An honest touch my will to weep
But fervent teardrops lay so deep
I turn to whispers from the past
To fainting ghosts of the night last
Without a chance to dry my sorrow
No memories and no tomorrow
The melodies will soon be parting
To shine your way - a concert starting
In distant lands; Your lust might flow
Pretending hidden passions glow
And as we'll be so far apart
A silent cry will lie at heart
For all your secret words were cast
Upon me like a spell so fast
That I can never hope or deem
This mystery to ever seem
A graceful bond, a high affair,
To light the path, a furtive prayer
In woe I crave your hands to kiss
Your torrid poems I shall not miss

And all will burn as you so wish

Lost for words

Oh! Subtle thy fingers!
Oh! Fierce thy name!

Famous for his bounty
Sensuality in abundance
This epic Lord is out of reach

A radiant sky - his silken fortune
A mortal prophecy - his dreary path
His words - nepenthean remedies

Gone to the moon and back
Wandered high and low
Encircled mild errors

I hold my inner breath
I lose my inessential flavor
During his airless quest for wings

Counting down the seconds
Till we become one
One perfect raindrop
That will refresh our weary years
That will give birth to a melody and a poem

Both lost for words

Fading

A rueful sunrise to be seen yet once more
A million suffocating nights to go through
What wish brought you here?

Feels like you’ve never been in my arms
Spirits that fail to be identified
Lost in rigorous expressions
Dwelling on inapposite replies

I have to wear that noble smile
I’m expected to conceal any notion of cognizance
When reading between the lines

And here I lay soulfully estranged
The ultimate sacrifice – my heart in my hands
Like a modern Pythia in a trance
Pondering over your reflective frame of mind
Raped by your selective memory

In your eyes I’m fading

XXVII

He never hesitates

The persevering streak of light-
a mere illusion of the unwilling orator

To become adept at perceiving
the star-crossed festivity
is much easier
than to become susceptible
to the flames of harmony

The ideal vertex of the triangle
shares sparkling insight
Reminds me of missed opportunities
of beauty found and lost

Revealing that which is less than obvious
is all I ask

A person of deep sentiment
a lithe figure
with mastery of words
and excellent silence

He never hesitates
He never shivers

Equanimity

Is it possible
To be embraced by the universe
To find yourself in a galactic orgasm
Of blazing comets and quixotic planets
That will empower your Hermetic mind
And will belittle the Dionysian wisdom?

A love unrequited your illicit pleasure
Hands that quiver from trickery
Fingers that sew up the wounds of forgetfulness –
Another bitter summary of the history before us

Aqua-vitae the mark of infinity
Just like the one the Great Poet once drew

What you considered the light of life
Is nothing but a fire-fly
Incapable of resisting its gaiety
Dead before it appreciates
The aspect of nature

Is it possible
To be embraced by the universe
Of a significant idol
Of a sorcerous Plutonian figure
That induces and captures
Your ash-grey equanimity?

Immortal

Abandoned in an anaglyptic recognition
Betrothed to a rotten virtue
You have yet to touch the essential spindle

How does it feel
When ascending without a fight
When surrendering your flawless pace

The nightingale’s seductive warble
Impels your sanctuary to come alive
Erases the bloodless acquittal

It’s time to offer your mystic art
It’s time to raise your glorious hand
Before the amaranthine eyes that quiesce

You stand here
Immortal

Elements

Wind
Penetrates my paper skin
Ruffles the surface of my eyelids
Touches my placid smile

Water
Rejuvenates my fragile body
Moistens the scarred pledge
Entices me into a potential catharsis

Earth
Erects a monument in my terrene heart
Disperses in countless shapes
Buries the sudden incarnation

Fire
Sears the infected wounds
Cremates the poet's fancy
Quenches my diligent thirst for sins

How many lives does it take
To realize that these four elements
Are omnipresent enigmas
That bind us to secrecy

Lunar year

The future started soon I fear
The sound insists on Celtic songs
In his eyes I will disappear

For every wreath I burn, I hear
my silence, much more steep than words
A smile that trusts the lunar year

All reveries must rhyme, it’s clear
His fingers mightier than swords
In his arms I will disappear

What light, what lord that brings me near
What song-bird dictates all the chords
A smile that trusts the lunar year

There is no haze, no shadow here
There will not be erratic hordes
In his heart I will disappear

I bleed in weary every tear
The truth now strangely you’ve been told
The future started; without fear
In his love I will disappear

XLVIII

How perfect this sunrise has been
Signing the name that brought us closer
using a familiar quill pen in scarlet

Once again you stirred my senses
through an almost heretic look
that magnetized me all the way

You've glimpsed for a second
at the purity of the crystal waves
and left your footprints unguarded

The omens are signifying the end
of your insatiable desire to be lonely
in a world that condemns the saviors

and into my heart
you are entering now
to scarify the Dorian reed
of our vehement lips

Dedicated

Dedicated
to the most amazing
and loyal friend
anyone could have,
Helen


What if

The sun recaptured its glory
by praising a most lyrical universe

The sea reinvented its wisdom
by harmonizing the ballads of the waves

The sky reproduced its infinity
by bewildering the anemic clouds

The earth redefined its wounds
by inhaling the sinless myrrh

And what if the wind re-entered this sealed fate
and managed to resurface the ancient melody
of a promising, compelling poem

Would the pain reappear?

Void

What were you thinking about while falling?

A petite adventure
A surreal bond
This is what you have been for us

Where are you now?

So wonderful to look at
A helpless sense of art
that entered our lives mysteriously

With powerful stamina
No need for verbal dexterity
We talked for hours

But yesterday I wasn't there for you
Your last moment was lonely
While it took just one ordinary second
It felt like endless suffering

I'm sure you had the chance to thank me
And say goodbye
Or maybe you just wondered
What was going on

You've been cherished
in a most surprising way
Nothing can fill the emptiness you left
In our hearts

We can never thank you enough
for opening our minds
We'll never forget you

XLII

She could have easily been

a rebellious chameleon
tracing nature in her skilled lullabies
drawing faith in this barely recognizable scenery

a reasonable wind
devoting her altruistic insticts
causing a slight ripple in his thoughts

an alabaster oyster
enclosing his priceless odes
bearing inactive confessions

a mercenary apology
shaping the conventional truth
tearing down the uncertain


But she is
a pure
celestial
last frontier

Reality

An airy conversation
can be a tasteful way
to shatter my presumed peace

It was not until the very end of our silent revisal
that your radiant smile confronted me evasively
It was not until I heard the harp of the virgin siren
that I returned to a most regrettable reality

I have been living in a well-planned eclipse
ever since that sardonic afternoon

Should I keep hoping?

After receiving sufficient proof
the mist finally dissipated
The mirror of your excuses
fell to elegiac pieces

And only this is left to witness my heartbeat
If I went back in time, I'd worship you all along

Numb

Someone that dwells in a different constellation
Someone that receives rave notices from his carma
A poignant memory of the sustained efforts

This motionless morning you offered a revelation
to abide generously by your galactic decision
whether it deliberately terminates my solemn sentiment or not

Did I ask too much?

The first view of your creation
draws you back in a merciless void
evokes anger

Falling into oblivion
would vanish the undesirable elements of your youth
but you choose to stand still

In this faithful union
I represent the kingpin
trying to liberate you from the numbness

Was there a way for me to know
that I can't materialize any dream?

Will your fertile imagination
bring us any closer to a vernal sunrise?

I wonder

Is this yet another worthless effort?

Utopian

The chimera of his eyes
justifies my estival sins

an oriental blend of opium and promises
a distinctive spectrum of dazzling colors

The endless kiss
that gushes from the torrent of his lips
can force the most gallant affair

His dauntless peak
eliminates any doubt I may have
emancipates my feminine behavior

How can I capture the grandeur of his beauty?

Aglow

I've known in woe an awful price
undoubtedly to pay
A single tear , the realm to entice
this phantom to betray

To cherish alternating rhymes
of vivid sonnets, I
return unarmed in darker times
remorsefully to pry

In distant mirths, my selfish haze
in gushing skies I flow
Your tremulent forsaken gaze
surrounding all aglow
my willingly perceptive heart;

To pay the gold I owe

Elixir

In the lining of her dress
Lies an ancient elixir
Just a drop could bring salvation
After shedding that last tear
She surrenders her caress
To a stranger's coruscation

She confesses she's a witch
wandered high and low in time
Sounds of footsteps in the air
In the shriekings of her prime
Incantations to enrich
Before drowning in despair

Cast your spell beloved dawn
Such the power of your potion
That can charm my perished art
-Much repeated horrid notion-
Place my crooked soul upon
Your alluring magic heart

One and the same

Born with an unprecedented talent
that places her mind in orbit
around a poet's lost generation

A versatile confessor of her passion
Another version of herself

Unable to connect spiritually or physically
when they succumb to their temptations
Equal royalties of an infamous kingdom

One lives in a red vase
The other on a timid crown

She throttles her freedom
dresses up in countless golden threads
She begs to differ

A lucid mind that pleads not guilty
An incisive woman that suffers in bliss

They will never find each other
not in a thousand years to come
though they truly were one and the same
in an ominous lifetime

One was a myrtle
The other was the sun

Redemption

All in moderation

Well, I can't breathe this way
In this never-ending pursuit
wonders are bound to occur

How far do I have to go
to flourish
like an Olympian godess
What actions need to be taken
to appreciate
the anonymity of redemption

All through the years
an unfinished hymn
In terms of injustice
I win -such the case-

Suddenly the answer reveals itself

To take a glimpse of the frail
significant portrait
To forfeit in weary
this mystery game
My pain to devour
my soul to submit

In my mother's womb
my only alliance

Unexpected

Love

A ceaseless quest

I have a gentle prince in my arms
He wears an unobtrusive look,
tampering with his genuineness
Filling me with grace

No defense works when I'm around him
Nothing in this world exists
Only his unparalleled history
His past, present and future

Tearing down a transcendent nightmare
Belittling any form of justice
Defining my elusive shadow

I've been your lover for an eternity
In past lives, in future mistakes
In every woman you lay eyes on
In your ever-present present

I've loved you then
I love you now
I'll love you forever

In each magnificent encounter
you hold the key

Emotions

The breeze whispers feverishly to me
in the evenings of my imagined life
My heart opens up in your existence
serving the god of pathos once more

-A willowy shadow that moves tentatively
in the dim starshine of this serene night-

I caress your ideals with my credulous fingers
and set free emotions yet to be explained
In this luminous perfect world of yours
the spirits are questioning my sanity
It takes a lot of power to be insane
and we both know I never had it
Let's reconsider our shimmering tales
the life we chose, the path you're carving

Seduce me with vehemence and dry my tears
I 'll quiet down the blade and the cross

Fairy-tale

Alone in my daring room
forgotten by the myth
I search for my one and only identity

Is it so hard to satisfy my heart?

In my audacious solitude there are no favors
and all the great story-tellers have gone away
Preparing my aura for a well-known journey
that is dying to reach the surface of your lips

What an endearing adventure the minutes I count
till the time I see you
till I offer my acceptance
What a delightful silence
the silence your eyes deliver
in my open arms

Will you return?

Inspiration needs to be fed
by darkness and light
And the power of forgiveness
is one of the greatest

Let your dismaying sun flow in my story
your eloquent poems elevate me

and let this tragedy be our fairy-tale..

Illusions

I dreamt of music...
Your body's movements were my illusion
Your decades - extremely successful
and mine a constant addiction to you

I dreamt of my oasis...
of shadows dancing by your side
Locked up in my imagination
Never dealing with the now
Following your every step
Through admiration and prosperity
births and gifts
agony and struggle

I dreamt of your dark flaming eyes...
Encaged my emotions for too long
You don't need my protection
Only a secret sip of nectar
To finally let you see
That from here to here
Is the infinite

Seven years

The question is asked once more
Am I?

Pure as an angel last time I saw you
It was our least dangerous embrace
Our most wanted touch
Can it be?

You face the monsters of the day with an aching heart
and expect me to play a part
What infinite moment awaits for us?
Recoiled from your truth
Betrayed by the seven years
Raised the glass to surrender my youth
Endless solitude

This part is unbearable
And the answer is always the same
I'm not

Bits of dreams

-I-

It's been your fate to enhance the dance of creation
When divinity entraps our solitary arrival
we see the thousands of selves kept inside
Unborn babies dedicated to a common purpose
To destroy the "you" and "I"
And generate a new metric system
that will measure the emptiness
-Or is it love?-


-II-

I have to use the little "grey cells"
You chose the devious character in our play
Planted the fear in me and rose suspicions
Questioned the silent cry I considered long lost
What were the odds?
I didn't know I had conspiring blood in my veins
Or that my alibi was a rose-leaf
I didn't know
Until you pulled the trigger

Enter the kingdom of now

You are my sovereign Star
You are my virgin Hero
You rise from the depths of my serenity
and proclaim your ability to sing a mystery
No one else exists
No one could ever gain a second of my thoughts
I do not belong to this petrified knight
He sees not my eyes
He hears not my laughter
He feels not my caress
It's unintelligible how we change the ingredients
So fast
So quietly
So mercifully
That no one realises the difference in the taste
No even us
Only you -a very true King- have never changed
It's a lifetime of roses
A lifetime of cries...
To take that plunge my love
-How unfair-

"forgive your gods
and you'll find that long lost scepter"

Reaching out

And so we're lurking in the anticipated...
The light of our candle is bright. It shines in our hearts, it inspires and unites our inner mystery
Where are you coming from?
Where's your home?
We are anonymous interpretations of a silent poem, rising from the depths of the abyss
We give birth to gracious fetters of artistry and denounce our sympathy for the damned
We turn the lights on for the feast and long for no one to appear
We challenge the sorrow, invite the masquerade, and offer a significant alliance
What rotten dream lies within?
Come my love, it's almost time
I've been waiting for an eternity
Forget the estranged applause and bring your inevitable kindness
The sting will fade

If only I could reach you

And then what?

So weird
Having to drown in a sea of people
Having to swallow a thousand bitter tears
Did you ask for it?
Did you summon it?
It only takes a father figure, I know
Despite the cries, despite the haze,
Despite all the madness of a continuous audience,
You enjoy your own blurry vision
And imagine
And feel
An introvert soul that bursts into flames
A shy body that erupts like a volcano
A three-dimensional mind that crosses the hypothetical line
Is that all you are?
A genius yet to be recognized
A pioneer, an innovator, a miracle
A father, a mother, an instrument of nature
Is that all you'll be?
A digit, a number, a key to be pressed
A poem, a sigh, my wings to conquer
And then what?

...How delicate this spring is
You seem to come closer to me every day...

For You

You wake up and take a few steps. The whole world is watching. The image in the mirror is smiling back at you.You see stunning beauty, breathtaking, almost to a fault of itself. The dream is unique, unparalleled. You got what it takes, it's all deep inside. You now know that you were born for this. And so the magic begins... First silently, taking one step at a time, having numerous elusive forgotten souls by your side, giving you strength. You're holding your head up high, touching the hearts of the ones that came before you. Even though they're long gone, they'll always be a part of you. Guiding and feeding your talent all the way through another night. The stars are shining as you begin your solitary dance. You drift away, you soar, you raise your hands in the magnificence of the sparkles. You fly and pray that this is your eternal moment. It feels so easy, so right to be chosen for this dance. Your whole existence becomes one with the divinity of the universe.
And then you finally see: Someone is there with you. Someone had been chosen a minute right before you were. You go closer, you want to reach this gentle spirit, but he withdraws. You see his willowy shape whirling in the sound of his tears. Oh, yes sometimes he weeps... But not in vain. He has suffered from a kiss, he has been tried. For one instant of madness he spent all his might. But in his eyes-the pathos of eros!
You try once more. It always takes time. He starts to respond. What magic fills this body's warmth! He's barefoot but rich. He holds his unconditional love in his wiry fingers and reaches out to you with a pure heart. The air around you fills with the scent of a perfect rose. His ethereal existence conquers you completely. The calmness of his movements is what you've been searching for through the centuries.
And then you embrace.
And it's this the spring of your dream, the bright light of the sun, the innocence of the shadows.
And you're not alone anymore.