Love,
Is not a feeling,
A state of mind or soul.
Is a quantum force.
A system of probabilities,
Undivided, unperceived,
A system in whole.
You both exist and you don’t,
In Space and Time…
Countless flows.
“Once Upon A Time There Was A Statue With A Breath And A Heart”
Once upon a time there was a statue
with a breath and a heart
Standing alone, breathing in Time
Tick-tocking the presence of Life.
The statue was neither happy nor sad
Just a breathing hearted marble
Without trouble, without desire
A plain witness to the circle of life.
One day a boy stared at it, and cried out
I’d swear I hear a beat … … …
I’d swear I hear a sigh … … …
No doubt, this statue is alive.
He laid his burden by its feet
Pencils and markers and some drawing sheet
His talented hands danced with the paints
Capturing life in light and shades.
As the night unfolded its veil
The boy curled up and rested happy
The statue was standing ecstatic
Bewitched by the boy’s creation
Mesmerized by its own reflection.
With bated breath and a silenced heart
Felt all the colours penetrating the marble
Charging its body, filling the lungs … … …
She burst into tears for unprecedented love.
Once upon a time there was a statue
With a breath and a heart
Standing alone, breathing in Time
Aware of the meaning of Life … … …
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Fighting
There are battles to fight on your own
Reuniting your broken spirit and soul
Ordering around the flesh and the bones
A tribute to future breathtaking crossroads.
But there are also others…
When significant words are losing their meaning.
Impressions and senses are messing with feelings
Perverted minds merciless provoke the decent hearts
When fear is consuming your love
You wish you are not alone…
I need your affectionate touch to temper my soul.
A secret alliance against the deranged world.
Your luminescent spirit reflected in my virtuous heart
Would safeguard my love, would shatter the dark,
Would fight prejudice …
Could save us all … … …
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A Peculiar Dream
A couple of months ago, I saw the most peculiar dream,
In the brightest psychedelic colours that could ever been.
Women singing, dressed in romantic flowing gowns,
Gentle men discussing love and art without bounds.
A magical inner yard enclosed by paintings and sculptures.
You and me, performing on a stage, a humorous play.
With sarcastic lines, pretending to exchange vitriolic words,
But in every pause, we were telepathically, sharing verses of love.
On the last act, I stood transfixed on a ladder, tall to the sky.
Frozen, paralyzed, above the clouds, still, terrified of heights.
I could only descry two smiling eyes, which dared me to jump.
“Trust me. I am here. I mean no harm. Come.”
So I did! Like a superhero or an agile wild cat!
I made the leap, a leap of trust, and landed by your side.
The crowd applauded excited, chills running up my spine.
Your lips touched mine, a full long kiss, for the grand finale.
A sweet, realistic dream, that still had saved me a twist.
In the blink of an eye, you disappeared, you were gone.
I wanted to tell you more, I am looking for you,
Amongst your seven brothers, a circle of lovers and friends.
It was then, that an old saying of yours emerged in my mind
“If you stay true, my soul will send out a beacon for you”
“Follow your heart. Love. I have left you a mark…”
“Trust me. I am here. I mean no harm. Come.”
So I did! Like a Gypsy or a Bedouin!
Moving around, scouring the civilised earth.
Public squares, quiet bars, overcrowded streets.
I crossed savannahs, deserts, mountains and seas.
Looking closely, listening to the heart pulse of humanity.
Reading voices, gestures, smiles and frowns,
Noticing male and female, rich or poor, young and old.
Unravelling the threads of the intricate world.
Tired one night, after my unsuccessful search, I questioned myself.
What if this is only a dream, a chimaera of a romantic soul?
What is so important I have to tell you? What am I searching for?
All my life, I hadn’t been much of a believer, after all.
Walking with my head bent, preoccupied with my last thoughts
I stumbled upon a bizarre, almost heart shaped rock.
I picked it up, sat on a bench, having a beer to cool my throat.
A little further a noisy bunch of drunks talked loudly and laughed.
I was staring at my rock, didn’t notice the man who approached.
“It is a beautiful stone”, he said.
“If you buy me a beer, I will show you, where you can find more.”
“But what are you looking for?”
I’ve been travelling around the world, to find my love.
“And?”
I know now it has been living inside me all along.
“Is that so?” Yes!
He was aged, wearing saggy trousers, had a funny nose.
But his eyes were piercing through my soul.
“So what are you really looking for?”
Nothing. I whispered. Nothing at all.
He was smiling at me. This pair of smiling eyes, I had seen before…
Happier than I could ever dream! I hugged you silently…
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Away From Love
This is a song
Plain as love
Common as pain.
I want to drive away, from you, my love
To hide from the pain
Away…
To a distant place, where your face is unknown.
To a distant time, when I was happy alone.
To a peaceful dream, out of your reach.
To the starry nights, when you were only a wish.
I want to drive away, from you, my love
To hide my pain
Away…
To the crest of a mountain, to scatter my tears
To a southern desert, to shed my blood.
To insanity’s backyard, to bury my heart.
To a black hole, to suck my love…
Away…
This rainy day
On the slippery road
I am driving away from love…
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The Fall
So here comes the fall,
Of the burning star.
Glorious and all…
One way love,
Flashing on and off,
Disintegrating light,
Touching your atmosphere,
Within a rain of fire.
Bursting cells with pain,
Pouring down acid blood.
A majestic fall and all…
A warped sense of pride.
One way love,
Melting my rotten flesh.
Ashes and bones on your head.
Where are you my friend ?
I am all alone, a white dwarf.
My once higher self,
Cannibalized by your lies.
Crawling back to my hole.
Glorious and all…
One way love,
An insignificant trail,
A fallen star in your prodigious sky.
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Once I Was In Love
Before the white pages, my heavy eyes.
Staring beyond the blankness.
Manipulating space and time.
Balancing fast to the tree’s heartbeat.
I pick up the natural rhythm.
A fragile vessel full of juice.
Once upon a time I was alive.
Curving branches and deep spreading roots.
Bright, scented, purple leaves.
A freaky bird calling its mate.
Travellers reposing in the shade.
An appreciative sough greeting the sun.
Bathing in the warmth of the night.
Saturated with Selene’s silver glow.
Once upon a time I was in love.
A fairytale woven in the starry sky.
Surrounded by frightening white.
Tonight my heart is as dry as a bone
My tree a handful of shrivelled dreams.
Once upon a time, I was in love.
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My Voice
My voice pounds on a concrete wall
Turns back, towards me,
As a manic beast.It’s after me.
I run , trip, fall.It is approaching.
My three headed reflection screams.
I am afraid. I close my eyes.
I don’t want this monstrous view in my mind.
I hold my breath.Pretending to be brave.
Ready to accept the end. Nothing happens.
Just swears, curses and threats.
I curl up in the middle of the street.
Eyes wide shut till I notice white dots and golden stars.
Little whirls to the deeps of my brain.
As if I hypnotize myself. I sink.
The time passes. I breathe, I flow.
Two black holes, where my eyes used to be.
Gliding down keeping the analogies.
How else could I tell, those were my eyes.
The voice softens its pitch, dramatically.
Like a bass drum beats a rhythm.
The dulcet sound, keeps me on the ground.
Is this real or am I sleeping?
Can you hear me screaming?
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How Many Times
How many times can a man stand a heart break?
What does it take, to become smart enough,
To know you are going to crash?
Yet another time…
Love is only a drug.
A stupid bubble that carries you in the sky
And then…bam! You knock on the ground.
With a deafening sound.
An amorphous mass of flesh and bones
Your bloody hopes lie smashed.
How many times can you rearrange this puzzle?
What does it take, to become complete?
Yet another time…
Love is only a joke.
A stupid poem that drags you into the light
And then…bam! You lose your footing in the dark
With weeping eyes.
A quenched spirit of disenchantment and ash.
Your bloody ego lies trampled.
How many times can you rekindle this flame?
What does it take to become None?
Yet another time…
Love is only a dream.
A stupid pair of wings that fly you high, in zero gravity
And then…bam! You crawl on your knees.
With frightened screams.
A pathetic tangle of insecurities and needs
Your bloody addiction shivering.
How many times can you liberate yourself?
What does it take to become free?
Yet another time…
Love is only a cheat.
A stupid appetizer that stimulates you to live
And then…bam! You crave for death.
With a romantic yearning.
A desperate song of failed promises and vows.
Your bloody soul lies cold dead.
How many times can you birth love?
What does it take to be loved?
Just this once…
I grew too old and weary to fix this mess
Yet another time…
I needed you to last…
My heart is yours
Stamp upon it, or pick it up.
…bam! I am just done.
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Full Moon
Embracing the completeness of the Moon
I devour the Archetype’s wisdom.
Rerouting all my synapses,
To reach my love out to you.
Tonight, I am in absolute dominance.
Rest in my arms, child of the Sun.
I’ll tuck you in, singing you a lullaby.
A soft kiss on your eyes, to shield your sleep.
Harvest the moonlight.
Feel my power enveloping you
I will tenderly cradle your heart
In my palms, throughout the night.
I shall be guarding your dreams.
Sway, Fly, Be all that you wish.
My love is only meant to be
By your side, to protect you…
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The Myth of Eros
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The reality’s vacuity condenses into a sound
Ruptures the silence, as a crack of thunder.
Amassed lamentation and electrical power,
This sigh doesn’t cram into a single cloud.
The sky is a tiny orb in the hollow of my eyes,
A teardrop dissipating into the primordial Chaos.
All the winds are not enough to clear my mind,
To absolve of the darkness, the cosmogenic Night.
Gaia’s broken oath of union, crumbles my heart
Over this desolate body, camouflaging my lust.
All the seas are not enough to irrigate my wasteland.
To rejuvenate this withered face of love.
The perpetual Time, encircles my wilderness,
Mocking my existence, with a crown of thorns.
All the dreams are not enough to redeem my soul,
Το tranquillize this aching loneliness.
But then in a smile, Light and Cosmos are born
Your molten, steamy eyes flood my decayed soul.
All the ancient glaciers are not enough to cool this flow.
Your lava kiss awakens me to live this myth of Eros…
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