Κυριακή, 17 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017

Hovering

Saw you bathing in the dim light. 
Stood there all night, just to catch my breath. 
I remember the days, where together we drew circles 
along the freshly traced ashes of the palm tree.  
Could there be a reason... would it be enough? 

In my head, I'm wandering around bleak spaces. 
I come across slick traces. 
Spinning around the fizzy vapor of your smile, 
just to catch a fleeting storm of life 
Could there be love... would it be enough? 

Original artwork: "numb...", by LostOneself


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Τρίτη, 12 Σεπτεμβρίου 2017

Love and exhale

Whenever i bleed inside a dream's sleek thorn, 
i tend to live somehow 
Night disappears in the blink of an eye... 
Streams of cursed souls adjust and abide 
as an echo of my youth lingers afar... 
Only to be  excreted from life's tail bone,  
as the dying fiber of a long lost love. 
Happy, they say you are, when you cease to breathe... 
Still, until I draw my last breath... 
i plan to scorch and fester inside  
every suffocating inch of exhalation 
that you took when you died in my arms tonight.


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Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie


Κυριακή, 27 Αυγούστου 2017

Bond

My sweet child... the one I used to love 
In tempest... in sky so blue... and beyond 
I remember now... when the Earth kissed the grass 
And the well of being forged its mysterious grasp 
I could see clearly... I could feel somehow  
Us, being bound in dream... and fate... forever 
Always to be found everywhere in doom... as ever 
But even if our sorrow passes through Time and affection 
We stand alone... and in unison we strive... together

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Original artwork, provided by Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)

Πέμπτη, 24 Αυγούστου 2017

Senses in Death

A blue sense, hidden from life's corrupted lens 
Time has changed, in the blink of the eye 
A yellow rose gnawed on my ill bones 
A stiff sentiment of void and perdition, 
like a thousand waves, drown from afar 
I can feel somehow your presence in the dark 
And I sway... like a myriad of stars astray 
And I pray... only to succumb in mother Earth's woe 
It feels once more, like rain... 
tilted in devotion... waiting to salute death's strain.

Courtesy of ©nikgml


Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)

Παρασκευή, 7 Ιουλίου 2017

Condemned

Fiery dreams and faulty skies ,
nothing compares to you.
As years go by and plunder the very ink of my memories, 
I cling to Thee my love 
and as I stumble on the hollow crest of fear, 
I know so clear... that I will never again feast on a blessed moth's tear...



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Original artwork: "cocoon", by Johanna Knauer(Kunstfotografie, "Enaston" on deviantArt)
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Δευτέρα, 17 Απριλίου 2017

Angels fell astray

I miss you 
Like a grain of moisture misses the aftermath of our ultimate orgasmic fading 
I tend to let go from time to time, ever since 
In my dreams, I stray in oblivion... until darkness enfolds me. 

Now that our time has passed... 
And the fervency of youth elapsed in and through time, 
All I can do is remember 
Not necessarily the way things happened 
Nor the way they should have... 
All I have to do is let go... 
And plaster reality with sentimental dementia 

It is odd my love... 
The moment I heard that I may have found you again, 
In the most vocable sigh, 
In the most conspicuous sight... 
I chose to mute the echo of your cherished memory... 
I pledged not to see the footsteps of your leap. 

Night disappeared... and I feel no more 
As if I never strayed upon your blessed feather lap. 
Strange it is... 
I never sensed the presence of angels so near me... 


Original artwork, by Kunstfotografie((Johanna Knauer)


Σάββατο, 4 Μαρτίου 2017

In the nick of time

Now that the tide has gone
and the mountains of grey lost their steamy fragrance
Τhe day's grasp on the flicker of Time festered,
as if a myriad fugitive tears, trespassed in vain their earthly bounds.

And the night... the imperious night,
swindled the Earth's womb out of its warm plexus
and our fetal doom swapped its primeval cloture,
with the tiniest place among the stars

Now that the music has gone
and gravity sways frozen upon its own leap of faith...
i return home...
to find my unborn child, cling to its mold of gold

I sit on his lap of ash and clay... and i cry
I cry tears of penitence... and redemption
I sough... and sputter in inane vacuums of muted sounds
as if music was deprived of its sounding blessing

And then, i find you blossom for one last time,
inside the splinter of my petrified feet of clay my love
Now that you are here, in spirit and form
i am to be once more... loved... and unspoiled
You saved me... in the nick of time.

Original artwork: "i love it here", by "mirpiphotography"(Mirela Pindjak)
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