In the temple of love....

Beheaded
on the altar of love
sacrificed
to the gods of sadness

drifted
to the heavens up above
captured
into the hell of madness

scented
with the magical spell
raptured
into the strength of weakness

offered
through the rituals of pain
condemned
with pursuing the endlessness

praised
in the lateny of the sun
deified
as the mistress of darkness

revealed
to the eternal spirits
sealed
to the mortal weakness

inhaled
as a breath of life
exhaled
to be left breathless

converted
to your non existing religion
existed
as your demons priestess

a memory is what she is
to the commemoration of
the once possible happiness...

carved signs
screaming reliefs
dismantled history
infinity ..

bitter wines
atheist beliefs
infected injury
insanity..

curved lines
enchanting griefs
bleeding artery
gravity..

rereading the signs
healing the reliefs
rewriting history
for eternity..
is you and me..

My refugee...

within the breeze of flowers
the whole life is ours
only for you and me

dripped in the sacred wine
where your cup pours in mine
one whole we shall be

held by the night swing
up to the stars we sing
the silence melody

drifted in your stream
happiness is not a dream
to you i belong
identified as A Refugee.

That ring...

She rushed her steps to the door
Flooded by the wet wooden floor
Her bag fell down
Scattering her life
Revealing her strife
She leaned to collect her stuff
The days were more than tough
Then she saw that silver ring
So many memories it could bring
Why is it still there..?
Why is it still everywhere..?
She kicked away her angry tears
Relocked the cell on her growing fears
By the window, she took her seat
Surrounded by the memories attack
She ordered her coffee
No sugar and black
Watching the drops of rain
Dancing on the tune of pain
Another couple rushed in
Holding his girl within
His coat
The smile died on her lips
The knife ran to her depth
Their eyes met in a second
That turned the world around
They picked the table on her side
She finished the coffee
And swallowed her pride
Held the bag and spread a wing..
But on the table..
She left that ring..

complicated you...

Complicated simplicity
Is what you are..
Dehydrated fragility
Is what you show..

Shouting tranquility
As close as far..
Intimated hostility
You stick ..and flow..

Dedicated mortality
To the fallen star..
Destination, infinity
Organized.. and raw..

Estimated possibility
Living your avatar..
Impossible probability
In circles you draw..

duplicated personality
waving from behind the bar
intuition credibility
is not enough to grow

in your shell you hide
for your cell is wide
when you tell your side
your heart with love
will blow.

Unsolved matters...

Shadows of pain
Colors of sorrow
Silent ballet
Tears to swallow

Inhaling your absence
In the winds of June
Inviting your essence
And the lonely tune..

Trembling wrinkles
Smoking in circles
Smile shades
sharpless blades
Empty
Deep
Madness parades

Dancing memories
Scattered letters
Broken melodies
Unsolved matters

Defined remedy
Untamed ecstasy
Intimate rain
Bold
So much pain
To hold

Louder laughs
Virgin wine
Wounded words
Electrical spine
Martyrs swords
Fine..
Standing in the line
Of the ordinary
And the Neutral.

The dedication...

on a moonless night
i let one candle
scented lavender
aroma
to you

words in vain
colorful rain
dismantled
dilemma
is true

Latin tragedies
ancient theologies
illusions

atheist prayers
unfolded layers
of pain
in vain
deciphered signs
screaming lines
relics of me
dedicated
to you

My Reincarnation..

Betrayed
In your arms
Portrayed
As your identification

Released
In your veins
Retrieved
as your expectation

Doomed
in your temple
Beloved
as your hallucination

Everywhere..
is the fragrance
of the past
Unfair,
is the madness
And the blast

Enchanted
Into the sanctuary
Of the forbidden
Dismantled
is the statuary
Exposed and hidden

Crawling beads
On the weaving mattress
Incomplete,
Runaway beat
Back in their holes
Rebuilding the walls
of your fortress

Deceased
in your history
Revived
as your civilization
Mutilated
as my victory,
My own reincarnation.

Bruises of the soul...

Heat
Retreat
Million thoughts of guilt

Sweat
Regret
Mix of sugar and salt

Shade
Inlaid
Black malachite that melt

Still,
In the shell
Weaving the memories shawl

Old
Untold
Shaking the liberties bowl

A toss
To the loss
Of the rising
And the fall

Insane
Enchain..
Your cries
Your lies
My infinite missing

Bruises
Of the soul
Are eternal,
Scars
Of the heart
Are just
Forgiven..

Silouettes..

Silhouettes,
lines of Blacks
and Whites
fights,
contrast

colorless beams
painless dreams
obvious,
and fake
blast

wild fantasies
mild extacies
curious,
but awake
at last

dark
and shallow
sparkling
is the shadow
yin and yang,
creeds
of the dust..

negatives
of the filmstrip
positives
of the life grip
Duettes,
is the cast

Even numbers
Rounded dais
table masters
Roulette,
dance as fast

thrown bets,
extended hopes
winning threats,
shocking ropes
tricks
striking picks

Silhouettes
are the gods of the blacks
and whites
the doomed
and blessed
in the cult of
contrast..

In circles...

vehicles
in circles
traffic lights
crowded insights
Fascination

exhausted regimes
accepted extremes
your flag,
my tag
discrimination

colorful bright
Illegal is the fight
your black,
my white
Hallucination..

poor laughs
missing graphs
your heart?
too smart..
fusion,
conclusion
to Restoration

Dehydrated souls
vanishing calls
your road,
my load
heavy
and tight
no matter how right
is the equation

The need
exceed
the endless limits
of imagination
screaming loud
too proud
silent voices
that are simply,
lost in translation

Marionettes..

Pull the strings
Hold them still
Set their wings
Free their will

Haunt their spot
Count them not
To the right,
They turn
To the heart
They burn
One way shot

Cry their fears
They dry your tears
Breathe their wind
They hold your hand

For you they mend
Their broken wings
To you they bend
When you let the string

Live their set
For you they play
Being a Marionette
Is just easy to say

(dedicated to all the Marionettes inside of us)

The shell...

still,
refill
my emptiness
is full

crack
the track
your loneliness
is dull

bleed
no need
waters flow
roses grow
when you think you know
you just don't know
and you flow

standing still
breathing hell
Alone
is the precious stone
brightened colors,
shining..
yet still,
hiding..
inside its shell

My government...

rising
in your horizon
my sun,
your moon
enlightenment

hiding
in your obvious
my run,
your moan
fulfillment

Emerging
in your ocean
my wind,
your own
engagement

Embracing
in your silence
my noise,
your tone
enhancement

Revealing
in your codes
my sins,
your loads
retirement

In me
you be
once,
and redundant

Identified
with my existence
certified
as my only government.

For sale...

imprisoned
in my own skin
forgiven
will be my sin


crucified
on the alter of pain
driven
by the spell of the insane

magnified
on your gate
forgotten
by the winds of fate

purified
in your sacred river
reborn
in one ultimate shiver

simplified
in your complication
worth living
in my estimation

free,
like the birds of my sky
in me,
million silent tears to cry
but i try
searching for a why
a shameless alleby
and a worthless deny
for sale is the truth
yet,
nobody would buy..

On the stage,,

Colored costumes
Flavored perfumes
Thick red curtains
Loaded burdens
Of rage

Make up kits,
Glitters of tears
The lead line hits
Memorizing the fears
On the stage

Roles are played
Offerings are paid
The king in the crown
Is the same old clown
And the sage

Louder voices
Screaming noises
Silence
Madness
Taking the key
To be or not to be
The nonsense
And the existence

The king of fools
Was stating his rules
Fixing his crown
It just fell down
The audience laugh
Forgotten paragraph
Angry attempts
Faking a smile
Clapping hands
And the king bends
The rules fell
As well as the crown
Only in his shell
He remained the clown

Greetings..

greetings,
from the fairyland
cheering
the fantasy
of solitude

readings
from the book of the dead
breathing
the intimacy
of the absolute

by the river of life
the roses of hope
grow
in the river of life
the dying roses
flow..
to the fairyland
they go
isolated,
by the company
greeted,

guilty to survive...

Guilty
With forbidden innocence
Risky
Is your forgiven absence

Terrible
Is the emptiness
Remarkable
Is the unforgiving silence

Unexplained
Are the tears
Entertained
By the fears
Fighting my resistance

Needless
Restless
Pointless
Is the need..

Loneliness
Emptiness
Meaningless
Is the bleed..

Dried is the seed of death
But in the soil of the mess
Grew the weed..
Of the need..

Strong and weak
Ports to seek
Broken dreams
Frozen steams
Moments that revive
And die
In one minute i laugh
And cry..
Helplessly Alive,
With the innocent guilt
Forbidden to live,
Yet only allowed
To survive

Trainings..

Trainings
Of acceptance
Of aggression
And tolerance

Recruited views
Mercenaries
Of rules
Fools
In the struggle
Of resistance

Wisdom
Masks of random
Attending
Their existence

Screens of shame
Illusioned frame
Of weakness
And madness
Tiered visions
Of trust
Betrayed,
And forgiven
Delayed,
But driven
To reliance

No way to know
What you can’t pretend
You just can show
What you can afford

To mend
Roasted blend
Of the rules
Unique
And a freak
For resemblance

the life cenotaph...

Faces,
Tiered expressions
Wrinkled intuitions
Scattered laughs,
sounds..
Unfinished graphs

Waiters,
organized drops
Broken cups
Intended stops
rounds..
Photographs

Hazards
And wizards
Of reliefs
And beliefs
black and white shots
vanilla and Hazelnuts
longer sentences
Interrupted paragraphs

Readers
Cheaters
Conspiracies
And fantasies
Chairs and architraves

Hearts and arrows
Darkened shadows
Of doubts
And dreams
Of lovers
In tears and laughs
Cinematographs
Of places
And faces
who died
and Revived..
in the life Cenotaph

in the Ashtray..

A dancing cigarette
In her hand
A mourning clarinet
Is her tone
her way

Dressed in blue
And white
Her world is true
And slight
gray

Her eyes are desperate
And calling
As much as intimate
She is falling
away

she is deaf
and mute
like an ancient flute
rhyming
with the heart moans
sway

In the circled smoke
She drew her fears
And when she spoke
She threw her spears
Cheers!
To the memories
Of tomorrow,
burning the past
in a crystal Ashtray..

Random thoughts...

Midway
From home
Faraway
From you
I turn in circles

Standing on the corner
Of your mind
Sailing my boats
Away
From the center
Of the true
And the lie
Why..?
My heart trembles
It is a long road
I just runaway..
Breaking all the pencils
Erasing the old one in me
And the new
Only one more road to take
One more mirror to break
That is invisible..
And obvious..
What can I do?
Reflexions of me
The one I used to be
“Are you there Me..?”
Where is your refugee..?
I waited for some answers
Screaming lonely whispers
Of what is now you
And what is left of Me
An unfinished sentence
With another You….
And what used to be Me….

The loaded gun..

She is crawling on the remains of the past
Falling in the hole of the doubt
Breaking the rules of pride
Screaming her confusion out
What is it all about?
Is it a call for hope?
A hanging rope
Desperate shakes
For old time’s sakes
When it was all a blast
Haunted
With fading memories
She pulled the trigger
Her heart would shiver
Her gun was loaded
With unforgiving mistakes
And if that is what it takes
How much more bullets remain?
Shots of pride
Smokes of pain
She weaved her own shroud
Spoke her silence out loud
Now that she is there..
It was just everywhere
In the broken mirror of her soul
She saw her fall
Wrinkles of the eyes
Facts that she denies
Her burden of pride
She just put aside
She loaded her gun
With bullets of hope

The prescription..

prescribed
Antibiotics
Antihistamines
fever
sober
symptoms treat
in a blue sheet

different,
restricted
with freedom rules
wisdom tools
inside out
what am i about?
aborted feelings
unsorted healing
rage
and a glass cage
contaminated
with life

colored pills
pain killers
broken shells
ancient sellers
old age
a sage?
or a fortuneteller..

In front of the steamed mirror...

Wearing your fragrance
My scent
On your skin
Is my identity

Inviting my resistance
I Learnt
The innocent sin
For my eternity

Enjoying your existence
My saint
Diamond is my tin
And your fantasy

Existing in your absence
I paint
Screaming within
My scripted ecstasy

Colors of my resistance
Faint
Strong as I never been
I spell your name
On the steamed mirror
Within the memories frame
Inspiring all my power
Confronting the sudden shame
To see my face melt
Through the fading letters.

Thoughts...

bare feet
on the wisdom marble
sloping thoughts
of savage innocence

sinful priest
one more candle
floating boats
of purifying incense

rotten meat
in the eternal jungle
wearing black coats
marketing the nonsense

last row seat
is more then i can handle
writing down notes
of my existing absence

weakened beat
triumphal defeat
of a chance
may be a dance?
on the melody of hope

The unfair questions..

fair?
What is fair?
Which mask to wear?
Which cloud to ride?
Which impossible to dare?
And i sigh..
Passing by..
A dried old rose
Between the lines of the "why"
Old and shy
Scented with the memories
Encrypted with the melodies
Can I fly?

A tiered question mark
Fading candles spark
The incense of sins
Is purifying the dark
Blessings of a cry
And i fight......
No, don’t turn on the light
I have no more words to write
Enchanted by the tears
Holding my soul tight
And i smile....
I set my own trial
Convicted with your existence
And sentenced to my eternal resistance
Can I be the rule?
And the tool?
The wise?
And the Otherwise?
The sick?
And the sane?
The desert rose
Dying from the rain?
And i stare
To the “nothing” i should wear
To the naked truth
Knowing that
What is just unfair..
Is the only fair enough.

whips of healing..

The whips of guilt
Heal
Turn the wheel
Of time
That is eternal
Intended smiles
Walking for miles
Burnt face
A mad chase
Of death
And rebirth
Bare feet
Stained sheet
Of ignorance
And fear
A dried tear
She keeps running
Furious
Curious
How long will it take?
For a heart to shake
And when she fell
Her racing beats would tell
The body is free
To dry..
To die..
Yet the soul is destined
To turn in time
Whipped with the silent screams
Of the guilty and the innocent

Shine..

decipher my codes
relief my loads
rise in me
my sunshine

endure my pains
erase the stains
redefine in me
evil and divine

sweetness of sugar
bitterness of sour
claim to be
my thin red line

bring back my smile
even for a little while
set me free
be the blood in my veins
and the wine

chase my dreams away
be the ocean and the quay
sail in my fantasy
be the code and the sign

weave the rope
kill my hope
break the spell
dry this well
blow off my candles
and shine

An empty cup

A dream..?
That fast..
It passed..
Like a smile
Through some tears
For a while
It felt like years
Cheers..!
Like a scrap
In the heart
one word verse
An aborted start
Haunting Spears..
Of life and death
A healing breath
Two eyes that close
For a final blink
More pain to drink
More stairs..
Of hope and despair
Ascending the soul
To the ultimate whole
To the heaven of hell
To the damn old shell
And she kept stirring her cup
Till her time is up
Slowly she tried to drink
Closing her eyes
On the final blink
Where do these tears sink..?
With a smile on her face
she had more memories to erase
As she just woke up
Stirring an empty cup.