Wednesday, December 25, 2013

The Ruins

He tossed and turned
First froze, then burned

He fought to find
A peace of mind 

But towards the ruins of a hope, long lost  in time he ran again to hide; 
Ruins so old that the reason of the hope itself has almost faded from memory.
Its a place where nothing ever changes and memories repeat endlessly. 
So, within the comfort of his discomfort he escapes once again...

Wednesday, December 18, 2013


Within an overflow of emotions
A loss of sense, of meaning, of notions

A circular, traumatic and surreal discontent
Indicates that this tunnel has no straightforward end

What is the meaning of not letting go?

Sunday, December 8, 2013

My friends

The move was swift, the strike hit hard
Fire-lit was the weapon of attack


Thundering rain made everything so clear
My wrongful hopefulness was meant to disappear

My friends, 490 and 480

Murderers of the night; Lovers of the day;
Prevented the lucid before it was too late

But was it not too late?

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Tribute to the Windy City

Hastily, without regret
He packed his heart
And emptied his flat

Had he lost the bet, the one he made with himself?

Almost like being chased
Covered, was his every trace
And he took just one suitcase

Was there an involvement of disgrace?

A four year dream
Has ran its course
It was inevitable, off-course

Change; It seemed dearer to him than being forever in repose
And so it goes, windy city. 
So it goes...

Friday, June 21, 2013

A Glimpse of the future

Two middle aged men in classy suits are patiently waiting for their doctor's appointment in the lobby of a well known Private Clinic.

One asks the other "So, what's your condition?"
The other man answers with a smirk on his face "Stage 3 prostate cancer. And you?"
"Multiple sclerosis, stage 2. We definitely slacked in taking care of this didn't we?"

Both of them burst into laughter.

Moments later they walk in the doctor's office one after the other for their injection and head out home, soon to be condition free.

This is the 22nd century, but to whom it belongs to is quite unknown

Thursday, May 16, 2013

A trip to Hypochondria

From the ordinary routine i wanted to escape
So, to Hypochondria i decided a trip to take
Curious i was for the journey lying ahead
But soon i would discover of the underlying dread

This land is much surreal
Hesitant i am to feel
My dreams seem far away
Unsure, i ponder: "To stay or not to stay"

But, is this a dream, or am i awake?
And who in their right mind, such trip would plan to take?

From this malignant place i need to move away
But all the paths I've taken bring me back to stay

From Hypochondria i must escape...

I must escape

I must


Sunday, April 7, 2013

The cherry blossom tree

Just like a dream
A short lived spring
The path of a tear
Reminds of a fear

Across the shore
A reckless core
The feet are chained
But the heart is trained

A bittersweet chill replaces with numbness, the will
Memories of the past, now rush towards me, so fast
Time and time again, i am reminded of the doubtless end

Just like the grass gives way to the cherry blossom tree, so will we

Monday, April 1, 2013

Χώρίς Τίτλο

Υπάρχουν τόποι και χρόνοι απ'τα παλιά που συχνα επισκεπτόμαστε στο μυαλό, όσο και αν πονάει.
Γιατί το κάνουμε, δεν ξέρω.

Σαν πολλούς και γώ ταξιδεύω πίσω στον χρόνο σαν σκυφτό σκυλί και αγναντεύω αυτά που ήταν και αυτά που ήλπιζα να γίνουν, έστω και αν τώρα χαίρομαι που δεν έγιναν, νομίζω.
Αιώνιος μου εχθρός, το 'Αν'.

Λέξεις γράφτηκαν σε χαρτί, σε μπλόγκ, ζωγραφίστηκαν στις πτυχές του προσώπου μου, που καθώς περνούν τα χρόνια μου θυμίζει πως δεν είμαστε αθάνατοι αλλα ζούμε έτσι.
Όμορφη αλλά μοιραία η ζωή.

Πόσες σκέψεις μένουν παγιδευμένες μεσ΄'τα βαγόνια του μετρό και πόσα πάθη; Της ψυχής μας τις πτυχές, ποιός θ'αποκαλύψει μέσα απ'τα λάθη; Χωρίς τίτλο η οδηγίες η ζωή καί ίσως κάποτε να φένεται άδικο, μα ίσως γι'αυτό το λόγο μπορούμε να ζήσουμε ολοκληρωτικά.
Γιατί αν δεν πέσουμε να χτυπήσουμε, δεν θα μπορέσει τότε κάποιος να μάθει απ'το πάθημά μας.