Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
But I See
Dashed against the wall,
my head is blown to smithereens,
when you say no to me.
But I see,
in the fertile soil,
yes, I mean the organic matter,
brain dust watered by pituitary hormone,
there grows a small silvery plant,
flowers sitting on each branch,
drooping their heads,
as sits the lonely child while mom is away,
silence,
that reminds me of your kindness,
unspoken of,
an authentic fragrance of separation,
that brings to recollection
blessed moments spent together;
misery multiplied,
I grow into a large planet
here there is no air to breathe,
no sad music to blissfully bathe one in tears
that flow like rivers but
still, stagnant water of my lakes smell of dead fish,
I am the cascade that is running dry,
lost in the dark galaxy, unknown,
I start my last stage show,
the dance of death.
You say no to me!!!
Just Remember
Pure woman, what causes your fall, dear?
Difficult to describe, perhaps more to understand.
Please say,
What squeezes out your blood, love or lust?
Or contrived by the witch of loneliness,
whose throne is preserved in every Beauty’s heart?
He gifts you the bouquet of rose, but
the thorn pricks your breast;
when love disheartens you, lust comes forward!
But sweetheart don’t you think we are slightly mislead,
as was the hesitated, shrunk body of your lover of ideals?
The darkening of your skin,
the roughness of your hair,
are sacrificial offerings to the hag, loneliness, grand;
it is her machinations that
paralyzed are your weakened nerves, to
succumb to momentary confusion.
Just a second’s failure,
yet destructive as poisonous over dosage of pill,
swept away the queen of the unprotected lovely fort,
victory kisses the ministry of desire!
My dear, don’t hate me if I say
though not in the whole,
Alex is creation of your confused heart,
My love, don’t argue, just remember.
Don’t Dare to Dream Again
Eyes blinded by the radium rays of powerful misunderstanding,
emotions vapourized miles away from ground mind,
heart burnt by terrible energy released from thy hatred,
soul declared dead in radiation poisoning,
trapped in the wreckage of broken relationships,
molten rock in despair,
when I cry don’t dare to dream again, not again, not again,
I hear a forgiving voice speaking inside:
“Blessed is he who remembers my name”,
Hari Om!
