Keep your love around

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Keep your love around,
like a knife.

all at once you find
what was in your mind,
hidden nowhere

Nowhere
is where you went,
when not alone.

Somewhere is anywhere but here
Somewhere is what it used to be

And you, torn apart
by words that always mean the same,
and words that change,

- like people.

Like people change,
to stay the same,
to be the same
without her

Keep your love around
like a knife

She wears the same dress
like a woman at night
around
             just the corner
where
             from you are
from somewhere
to nowhere

Keep your love around
like a knife.

 

Dear Zeus

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Dear Zeus
Ungod
forever hold your silence.

Lest those lost in known-unknown despair
from the modern and affluent
Gods of preach
of violence
and of hate
of youngest martyrs
of ignorant self killers
of false promises
And of violent raging death
of teaching growing hate
of lies, of ill-translated rhyme
will hear the truth
be spoken
and seek to find your mountain
in that ancient land
to ruin your place
and mark it.

Dear Zeus
as those of whom
you were like
had dreamed of you
had fashioned your
strength
your might
your lightning strike
had given power
to all your human needs
had found a way
to explain all your deeds

Dear Zeus
protect your pantheon
-even the god unknown-
for now the circle
is only half complete.

As men first
made gods
like them
and then made gods
who
made men
like them,
and one day again
we might again repeat
after the blood has flowed
in plenty
to drown our thirsty soul
from all the questions that
torment us of old

Then with the new mind
of “I am man and god together and alone”
we might one day decide to make
our own
seek to refashion the new gods of old
those that were made like us
and from us unfold

The new man will look to the sky
and be not afraid
but gentle and calm
rich like the peace
in crystal mountain lakes
thoughtful and wise.

So the new god will rise
and wear his mark
like him he will be human
and god alike
and man and god at once
and kindness
that needs no reason
and no long explains
that is but in the nature
of the kind
like beauty is of flowers
simple and kind.

And then the universe
will be the only poem
that’s left unsaid,
unpainted,
and un-praised.

 

 

Poetry

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Poetry is
the sustaining space
between
half-chosen words.

It lives irreverently,
despite of us,
and it despises us

despite of those
who hold the words
in tiny hands
at night
like pieces
from their heart
still beating

poetry begins
when breathing  ends
and effort
is surrendered

behind the windshield screen

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Sit behind
The windshield
in your car;
Its quite amazing.
From behind the windshield
See the movie,
A movie playing
in front of you
All-over
So sit motionless
but not emotion-less
And as you drive
As you drive by,
your life,
Unfolds around you
And all the circumstances
Now surround you
Surround you like a play,
A dress rehearsal
In which we all are part
We play ourselves
-If we are lucky-
We don’t play
Someone else.

And the world goes by
as it will,
as it will,
it always will,
Go by.

And there a group of people
pass you by
On the left side
On the right a motionless
animated person
In decline
So through with wine
He stammers
cross the stage
A mark that bears
The signs of his old age
The hidden years
Behind a cloud of rage.

And then two younger people
Gaze in awe
Another “in flight” scene
has been uncovered,
As you the one spectator
in this movie
the windshield movie
passing you by

From time to time
Will turn
It will not lie.

Look at the world
that’s passing by
Around you
Painted in colours
on this real-life
Screen
The screen we use
to map our life
Between the things we care
And the time we spend
Alive
On this small planet
running ever behind,
behind the windshield
of some car we drive.

And then the rain
May fall in simple drops
A Tee Tee sound
iT Tears You hearT across
To hear This simple,
Time and Time again
The TanTalizing Train
that is The rain
-ever approaching. 

This rain will make you wet
When you’re outside
And yet in here the gentle
Sound that dances
Will help you
See this world
Through washing eyes
The hurried people,
With umbrellas,
The couples lost in time
In this same rain
That falls
As you sit behind
The windshield.

And yet you will not
Notice
All the signs,
The truth before your eyes
The running time,
You will not see
The movie that begins
And will not pay attention
To the dialogue,
The scenario that unfolds,
Until you read it
In some book
That captures what
Went on while you
Were just a passer by
In a car behind
The windshield.

Books write to capture
What we know
For what is not known
Cannot be written
-no one can write
what
Is not known-

And your imagination
driven by
-that which you think is new
And never known-
Is driven by the movie
That you see
Through cloudy skies
Beyond the windshield screen.

And then you might drive along
-behind the windshield screen-
A country road
With stories and
Remembrances
Not told,
Where once a battle
A defying rage
Blood coloured
This serene and sloping hill
For as men kill and fight
Red rivers, -silent-
Drip through this blood night
For country and
Some god we fight
The same
And kill the brother
Share the Crimson shame

These hills now look
So quiet and so tame
They look
In peace
With nature
And the graveyard near
Between The river that was once
A red hot death
An army and a soldier
Hand in hand
May visit yet
At night
With the moon’s light
The shadows from the death
In this dark fight.

So history and past and present
Now,
Will pass before this
Magic windshield screen
The monument
Does little
To remind
How what is now so peaceful
Was once rage

And such
That should not come
this way again,
lest you see death
beyond your windshield screen
it will be real it will not
be a dream.

And then road
-beyond the windshield screen-
Will take a turn
Will dip
As in a dream
and lazily before you
it unwinds
a silver snake
now sleeping here it lies
beyond the battleground
this silver road
will take you
to open oceans
stretching till the end,
where the land curves
and masts of ships will hide

In this so open space
The screen alive
It sends your memories
Away
From sand to castle,
From castle to the moon
and back again
this windshield screen
with salty drops and pathways,
sandy dunes,
now lost in thought
you gaze beyond the single line
of one horizon
known yet never crossed
through loves and promises
sand castles now all lost,

‘Tis not the end,
The journey
Will unfold
And once again
Returning through the night,
The windshield screen
Now black with trembling light

Empty at first but as city lights
Come near
On this simple journey
That you shared today
The secrets and the paths
Of your life lay.

And if you think
That life is more
That this
What you can see beyond
The windshield screen
what minds imagine
that is never seen,
yet this small drive
uncovered what remains.

η ζωή αλλαζει

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Παίξε με τους φίλους σου
μην κοιτάξεις γύρω σου
η ζωή αλλάζει

Και ότι τώρα απόγινε
μεσα στο απόγευμα
να μην σε τρομάζει

Κύκλος είναι το τραγούδι
λίγα πέρνεις μα τα αφήνεις
όταν την φωτιά σου
σβήνεις
πάλι μόνος

Κράτα αυτό που
δεν γνωρίζεις
ότι δεν μπορεις
να γίνεις
φύλαξε το

Ο αέρας της ερήμου
κάτι ζωγραφιές αλλαζει
λίγα χέρια σε βαστάνε
σαν παιδιά

Άσπρα χρώματα θα κάτσουν
δίπλα σου
να ξαποστάσουν
μην τα αφήσεις να σου πουν
για φιλιά
που έχουν περάσει
-Φύλαξε τα

Ο αέρας της ερήμου
κάτι ζωγραφιές αλλάζει
λίγα χέρια σε βαστάνε
σαν παιδιά

κοίτα ξανά

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Κοίτα ξανά
μην με κοιτάς
καμμιά φορά
μα μιά φορά
δεν φτάνει

Νησί η αγάπη
και εμείς σαν βάρκα μόνη
δυο χέρια μείνανε
λευκό ελαφρύ σεντόνι

Λευκά βαριά τα σύννεφα
σκουριάζουν
στην γκρίζα γή
που μας χωρίζει μοιάζουν

Η νύχτα θ’ απλωθεί
αναμεσά μας
η θύμιση -σαν στρώμα πιά-
δικιά μας

Βουβός ο χρόνος
που περνά
αδειο ποτάμι

Άδεια τα λόγια
να γραφτούν
στεγνό μελάνι.

for Claire

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The colourful light in your eyes does not always set in the night,
and shadows that hold deeper secrets, they dance where you gaze.
In a second in life or a year in some dream,
the beauty, the pain, is the same.

Those loving eyes, like ancient people that sleep on some hill.
their armies are resting and history seems to stand still.

Beauty and pain rest always in a timeless sea: in our soul.
for when something is burned there it sinks, but it never grows old.

You give time with your gaze,
your eyes hold the secrets of life.
and paths you have walked through,

are suddenly free from the strife:
of who I am now, of who I will be when I die.

Noah’s Ark

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Desert hills in your eyes,
gentle lows,
smallest sighs.

I am descending
upon you,
inside.

Into this sea of calm,
beauty’s child in my arms,
smallest winters,
that dance by your side.

Tears that run down your face,
salty kisses;
small oceans with planets of life.
Lips that meet are not sealed,
secret destinies fill,
the small of your back as you rise.

Spiral galaxies spread,
in a small flower stay;
so suspended.

Like the animate truth
of our temple of flesh,
now fiery,
severed with reason.

All alone in the dark,
in our own Noah’s Ark.

for my Dad

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I thought the time between us
was a lot,
i thought he lived forever and had not,
fought all those wars in vain:
for freedom only.
lived all those deaths in vain:
for country only.

I thought the time between us
was a lot,
when I would able be to say
what’s not,
easy to write when said;
to say as written.

To spend a whole small life
and never say
i love you for whatever
i don’t know, I love you
for whatever joins us both.

For measures small of likeness
we are using here,
this unsung hero,
the younger self
between us both.

I thought the time between us
was a lot
but I discover that time is
only measured in betweens:
between the dreams
between the life that seems
between being happy
between the hurting pain
between the searching
and loving once again,
between what’s written and what
life supplied,
the earth the dream the tears,
the deep inside.

Between the time we are
together and are not-
together.

Time is like space
between the people that we love.

I thought the time between us
was a lot
when I could talk,
about what has been before
and what will come.

About what I most fear
and fear a lot,
about what I would do
when time grows old.
about the vertical, the horizontal
space that separates
what we want
what we say
what we feel
what we pray
what we fear,
what’s so dear.

But people go
they leave they
here depart.

No art in death at all
just lonely ground.

And so we are left here
living still as we have done
as we always will,
until.

Here we are left
in moments all alone
moments not in between
uncovered moments
that fill a life time still.

That always miss the
small space in between.

Space like time we’ve spent
with those we love,
beneath the sleepless nights
when we are young.

beasts of love

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I spent some time in silence,
and the pictures of you that were screaming by.
wild horses in my brain.

Then all the suffering
and tormenting animals
inside me,
they gathered around me,
their eyes cold, unmoving,
like sacred felines from the Pyramids.

They are waiting for you.
They will creep silently inside you,
move like a bad dream,
coming alive under your skin.
They don’t precede my love,
they don’t follow it,
they come with it.

This is the danger of the pain that will be,
as when we fall in love
the beasts of suffering within us
are set free.

You must love me through the danger,
through the bloody torment,
through the beasts within.
Love me surely in vain.

For all that love sets free,
love cannot contain.

these words

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These words will get deeper
And the safety of space
Space inside,
around, between us,
Space like fancy packaging,
Wrapping our soul, selves, lives,
will not save us.

The heart will get sharper
with small hands will push
all that we love,
Hearts have small hands.
they need space to hold,
like ships with cargo.

Hearts like ships in the ocean
carrying, like women
protecting, in a storm,
proud in calm, unknown waters.

 

Those hearts will get sharper.
With small hands will push
all that we love
Make space
Space inside,
around, between us

for us.

For a moment of love,

Moment inside,
around, between us

Moment full of hands,
hands, inside,
around, between us

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arms,
all around us.