Monday, November 8, 2010

Control

As we begin
To seek within
Its hard to breathe
In paths unseen

As we proceed
To plant this seed
Just stop and think
And take some heed

Without control
You'll break and fall
You lose the key
You lose it all

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Εργασία
















Ξυπνάει το κορμί
Γλυκύς ο ειρμός
Μα δίχως αφή
Πικρός συνειρμός

Τα μάτια κοιτάζουν
Η ψυχή γνωρίζει
Μα τι τα κινεί;
Και τι την ορίζει;

Μειώνοντας την επαφή
Ανεβαίνω μια σκάλα
Λες και θαύμα θα γίνει
Με επακόλουθα άλλα

Και η εργασία ατέλειωτη φοβάμαι μην παραμείνει...

Sunday, October 3, 2010

On October 3rd


On October 3rd
A lesson was learned
I bought a few drinks
Some lies had been said

On October 3rd
A change was foreseen
By sharing some words
I went through unseen

On October 3rd
A handicapped man offered me candy
I took it, without hesitation
And it was sweet, so sweet

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Jiin & Tonic


I'll have some more
But not too much
Without Control
I'll lose the touch

So Bittersweet
The taste i feel
This sudden urge
I must fulfill

I'll have some more
It's sweeter than whiskey
That's for sure

Friday, September 24, 2010

Glass Cannon


At times so fierce
This fragile sin
Glass Cannon

With force, supreme
Yet weak within
Glass Cannon

Such might in sight
While still unknown
Yields blinding light
Without being shown
Glass Cannon

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Coin


Today as i walked home from the Gym i saw a nickel on the pavement.
I kicked it.
As it rolled around me and into the dirt i thought...

How ungrateful is man...

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Spiders in my Guitar

video

Composition #1 Spiders in my Guitar
Played on Fender acoustic

xoxoxo

Friday, July 9, 2010

Leather Jacket

I'm feeling guilty for leaving you curled on the ground.
I don't have the patience to pick you up and hang you in the wardrobe, like you deserve.
Not only that, I should have a wardrobe for you alone, because you're precious.
Instead, you lie on the ground with ordinary clothes and underwear.

Maybe it's because unconsciously i believe that you are just like the rest.
But it cannot be, I've worn you most than any other. You have to be special.
Is it so, that the summer is to blame? Is it why i feel naked and restrained?
And when it's time, will i remember to treat you well again?

Your pockets are torn, yet i have not patched them throughout the winter. And it was cold.
Yet, in a way i prefer them that way; imperfect and warm.
The summer has been cold without your warmth.
Still, i threw you on the ground, like the rest, you don't protest.

Chatter with the others just a little longer. The winter's around the corner.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Τσιγάρο

Οπτασία: Φαντάζομαι πως βιαστικά σε βγάζω απ'το πακέτο και σε βάζω στο στόμα, λες και προετοιμάζω τελετή.

Εισπνοή: Γλυκιά είναι η προεδοποίηση θανάτου που μου δίνεις. Το ίδιο και η ευφορία που σύντομα θα χαθεί στον καπνό της ανάμνησης.

Εκπνοή: Ανάμνηση, καπνός. Το στόμα πικραίνει μα θέλω να επαναλάβω ακόμη μια φορά την αμαρτία.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

The Reformed

A Blue horizon
A Flaming sun
Your skin is burning
Yet, you're returning

No choices exist
It was fateful to persist
Through the lies and deceit
And become your own defeat

All rivers have been Dried
By greeds undenied
Transform such despair
It's time for your share

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Smell of Homeless

Within the city lies a station
Harmonically there live, emotions therein
It smells of homeless and frustration
Don't ask me why, behold your kin

Within the station lies a truth
It's quite uneasy to perceive
The system slowly steals your youth
You've sold your soul to paper, green

Within the truth exists a chest
What it contains i can't betray
To never know, it may be best
For it may lead you into fray

Breathe in
Reach out
Reach in
Breath out

Monday, February 15, 2010

Barbarian King

Legends speak of one great King
He was Barbarian, a warrior within
With such might he reigned supreme
But how did it all begin?

It is said that he furiously desired
A small city to conquer, so he could found his tribe
Yet, the city would not fall
What would he do, the mightiest warrior of all?

With the few that followed like brothers
He waged war against all others
One by one they bowed in his presence
But, what of the small city and its essence?

No matter what he did or try
His passage through the walls was always denied
The "Almost" Conqueror of the world could not proceed
Since one city remained, disallowing him to succeed

You see, he mistakenly assumed
That through his conquests, this city he'd consume
But never he could ravage the greatest beauty he had seen
Because there he was born and raised to be a King

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Light on Clark and Division

Inside a machine
Completely unexpected
Unquestionably appeared
What i had requested

Miraculously impossible
Yet in front of my eyes
But unable still, to act
I Cowardly froze like ice

It happened to just be 
From all times and places
A harmonic momentum
With a force that displaces

I caught a glimpse
At least inside my head
I saw a missing piece
My fear again, was dead

Triad of Four



One:  Determination Divine

Two: Bulletproof in Time

Three: Cover up the Flaws


Four: Soldier for the Cause



Five: Cheat these Laws

Thursday, January 28, 2010

I bought some time

I bought some time
For that one chance
To seek desire
With left off  fire

And, when i found it
I had to fulfill it
But the loan had been used
Not by any means misused

So i bought more time
To resume the fight
It's fantasy against
The dream, the test

Heck, i'll buy more time
Until there's no more out there to buy
And when i get picked up from the ground
I'll show them how I've been profound

...In my loans

Friday, January 22, 2010

310 days of Rain





ㅅA magnificent cloudㅅ
ㅏBelow this shroudㅓ
ㄹWith and withoutㄹ

ㅏWithin resignationㅓ
ㅇPerhaps restorationㅇ

ㅎThrough a faceㅎ
ㅐA Treasure caseㅐ
.Unlimited Embrace.

310 and counting, from grief to grace

Thursday, January 7, 2010

The "What Could Have Been"

It could have been great
But it did not live long enough to be born 

Fate

It could have been had
Yet, the path that had been chosen, tore apart

Chance

It could have been the beginning or the end
Maybe, but it wound never be the middle

Scent

...

A hand touches the skin, tracing the past
But it can't go back to what has not existed
What is the point in seeking the "what could have been"
It's there unbuilt, unthought, within

An eye glimpses a spark of light
Yet it does not mean that one has truly seen
Why assume the unassuming "what could have been"
It's manifested by it's own existence, unseen, unforeseen

A mouth whispers a word 
By uttering it, it ruined its essence. A word now deformed
How dare you spoil the  "what could have been"
Let it be there preserved, unspoken, reserved divine

...

The "What could have been"
A dream

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Χρόνια Πολλά

Αφιερωμένο στους καλούς μου φίλους και φίλες, που έχω αμελήσει για λίγο καιρό.

Είναι κάποιες φορές που ο άνθρωπος πρέπει να πάρει σημαντικές αποφάσεις. Και αφού παρθούν αυτές οι αποφάσεις, πρέπει να κοπιάσει να κατακτήσει τον σκοπό που αποφασίστηκε. Αυτό παίρνει χρόνο. Λυπάμαι που δεν σας έχω επισκεπτεί τον τελευταίο μήνα, και που  δεν απάντησα στις ευχές και σχόλιά σας. Τα έχω διαβάσει και είμαι ευγνώμων.

Με αφορμή τον καινούργιο χρόνο θα ήθελα να ευχηθώ σε όλους xρόνια πολλά, χρόνια καλά, με υγεία και ευτυχία. Δύσκολο πράγμα η ευτυχία. Όπως κι εσείς, προσπαθώ να την επιδιώξω με κάθε τρόπο.

Θα ήθελα να μοιραστώ μαζί σας λίγες απ' τις στιγμές που πέρασα στην πατρίδα μου τον περασμένο μήνα:


Το χωριό οπου μεγάλωσα μέχρι τα 5.















Οι Γονείς.














Οδός Ανεξαρτησίας.














Οι καλύτεροι φίλοι στον Κόσμο. Κλείσαμε 15 χρόνια!














Και ο James Bond. Όχι, δεν μου ανήκει αυτό το μωρό.



















Θα τα λέμε:)

Ath