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Thought #113: Μη προτεραιότητα

1 Aug

Ήσουν βλέμμα
κι έπειτα ένα μήνυμα
το μήνυμα που έγινε ήχος
-το πολύκροτο χαμόγελο-
κι ένα άγγιγμα
ένα χάδι στο χέρι
ένα φιλί κι ένα αντίο μες τη νύχτα, στα κλεφτά
πολλά τηλεφωνήματα
μηνύματα που έβρισκαν πάντοτε παραλήπτη
αλλά μη προτεραιότητα

αγάπη μου, οι λέξεις χάσανε τον δρόμο
χάθηκαν ανάμεσα σε άλλες
και σε σκέψεις που μάχονταν για μια θέση στο μυαλό
πρώτος απ’ όλους εσύ και τελευταίοι οι χτύποι στην καρδιά

ήσουν εκεί
ήταν μέσα κι έξω και ξανά
ήσουν μάτια που είχαν καιρό να ανταμώσουν
ήσουν τα πάντα στο δικό σου το μυαλό και τίποτα σε άλλα
ήταν για σένα μια προτεραιότητα
και για εκείνον ήσουνα μονάχα μια ματιά

Thought #112: We wanted to be the sky

10 Jan

We wanted to be the sky

but he intended for you to be the earth;

and in the earth you found yourself

as well as in the heavens –

for we dug deep in the soil to bury our regrets

and you rose above all, lest we forget

we wanted to be the sky

Ο φόβος

30 Jun

Μου άρεσε πολύ και να ‘το. Ας ανανεώσω λίγο το μπλογκ. Ψάχνω ακόμη το σε ποια ποιητική συλλογή της ανήκει. Θέλω να διαβάσω κι άλλα. Μέχρι να κοιμηθώ θα το ‘χω βρει λογικά. Καληνύχτα σας.

Blog Action Day

15 Oct
leaves
laminar, veiny

breathing, bristling, falling

branches, twigs, trunk, hair

draining, feeding, growing

helpful, nutritive

roots

written as l0v3l3ss, © 2007

An organism such as ours.
Let’s protect it from the greedy, the money-driven and disastrous.
Our home.
Our protection.
For nature gives us back its fruit tenfold.

(false:hood)

4 Aug

The intricacies of lying are woven into my skin;
one pull of the thread, another tangled web.
The lurid silver lining is nowhere to be seen,
my logic, trust and sanity forever seem to ebb…

The sum of needles onto me control my broken nerves,
I tighten strings to pull myself together once again.
My mouth is spouting venom for no one that deserves
the crippled company of mine I make them all disdain.

© l0v3l3ss 2007
photo from Björk’s music video Pagan Poetry


Thought #55

15 Jun
Nihilistic depression –
where dreams await to die,
in such perverse a state of mind
all but a phantom one can find…

Thought #43: Doppelgaenger accompaniment

10 Apr

Following movements
of phantom limbs,
one arm reaching for the other like
a suit of armor unlike any other.

The steps he’ll take
count ten and one,
till he reaches the wall mirror
and feels its surface with
the ghostly palms of his.

Hearing the voice beyond
pushes aside the gelatinous field;
Footsteps on dark and vacant corridors
vibrate the silence with echoes of funeral tears.
And then his voice like
music first heard as a convoluted, muffled sound…

“‘Tis I” it spoke,
but “‘Tis thou” should had been uttered.
A perfect twin –
crying his name so uninvitingly.

What came to pass,
inside the realm of turnabouts
would not once follow the scores of said conductor.
Instead a free form chosen;
as his other self had once envisioned.
Deadly notes, high-strung vocality,
illicit words for the faint of heart.
It was a joust of supremacy.
The world would question still,
who was the one,
who walked back out
across the mirror’s other side…

©2006-2007 *l0v3l3ss

Cause I’m always jealous… Please tell me you understand!

Thought #23: Dirge for a lost princess

16 Aug

The streets have felt her footsteps
as she wandered through the crowds,
her crystal shoes would echo
every time she’d move about

The crown she wore upon her head
spoke of her royal blood,
her fancy gown would still suggest
the elegance she had

Some saw her as an apparition
and those remained untouched,
to few revealed fully exposed,
her skills were quite unmatched

Her legend shone intensified
each time ’twas said she’d killed,
the dragons and the demon fiends,
their insides she had spilled

Unholy lands were purified,
their kings were overruled,
she messed with every evil scheme,
the wisemen she had fooled

Returning to her homeland,
the one she most adored
had been possessed and found no rest
to kill him he implored

The sudden, awful twist of fate,
she couldn’t bear to watch,
she carried out her lover’s wish
and fled in great remorse

Crying for months for what she’d done,
she vanished from all sight,
her psyche damaged, heart turned dark,
she sought her inner light

The Furies shadowed her en route,
they meddled with her mind,
she left cadavers here and there,
her sorrow made her blind

Fear not! for she won’t penetrate
the heart of every man
she has found peace, please stand at ease,
I’ll sing as best I can

For I’m the only bard alive
who knows her tale in full,
please listen to the words I say,
my lyre’s sullen tune

Her famous, strong phantasmal sword
dexterously she’d wield,
but she found solace now, at last,
and forced herself to yield

Come join the grim pavane I say,
the stately dance of yore,
my lady’s feats, her sweet repose,
are told in books of lore…

©2006 *l0v3l3ss

Thought #22: a prelude

14 Aug

solemn soul sitting silently, simply staring
fearfully facing fractured facades, fragile fortresses

a bold, corruptive, deceptive, effeminate, frivolous, gay, hated, immortalized, jubilant, keen, lonesome, most needed overture…

Crystal Cocoon by l0v3l3ss

Thought #10

20 Jun

Elysian whips nor golden showers
erotic slings nor black-thorned flowers
will soothe your love-worn, tired soul
that of an empty, ragged doll

but your pathetic love’s pursuit
made you another one recruit
to play your kinky little games
your monstrous appetite it tames

the harm they’ve done to every place
your satin sheets, your slutty lace
is swept away once in your eyes
one looks to find no pool of lies

the truthful waters show a child
unnurtured, lonely, sad, yet wild
the greenish meadows for a while
even a saint they can beguile

masochistic compulsion by l0v3l3ss