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Looking Beyond ForeverWhere does it lead?
The road past the rolling hills
The flowers and the sun
The clouds moving on beckoning us.
Wide is this path
A single way falling into the horizon,
A lonely journey
I long to walk this path
To run towards the end but never reach it.
The wind invites you to come with it along this road.
People Relax in the SummerThe patina of summer
Overlaying the Earth
The people and the cities
Mask the movement at our feet.
The birds in the sky- the animals below
All flowing like water around us
Changing while we sleep.
The ocean tides-
Grasping at the moon,
Dancing with the trees,
Aging over time,
Our time here-
Drawing to an end.
Nothing is ceasing
Despite our still minds
Our patina of summer.
Summer's Phantasm SongListen
In the breeze the crickets
The fairies light their lanterns
And the soft glow of night
Or our collective imaginations- radiates
God's ArtRhapsody of the universe
The song and art of everything.
And a pen stroke
A brush line
A single note
Our place in that,
And were too small to see
The entire canvas.
The Best RelationshipOurs is
A love unfitted,
But full and strong.
Since it is while we sit in our own rooms
On the opposite sides of the world
Not knowing we exist.
We imagine our life together so sweet,
Who are we to have reality ruin it all?
A Narrow RoadLong walks
Down a narrow road
With my past at my heels
My future out of reach
The present always catching up.
ChildI am not finished with my childhood
I am not out of my wonderment
My knowledge cannot fill up
Like a cup. It does not overflow.
I will never grow beyond my imagination,
My youth is internal, beyond my body
Beyond my soul and beyond this world.
The young ones here are forever.
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
Ακόμα μόνος του΄
περιπλανιέται εδώ και εκεί,
μα πάντα επιστρέφει,
αλλού δε βρίσκει καταφύγιο.
τόσο αδύναμος που κανείς δεν τον πιστεύει.
Ακολουθεί τα περιστ&
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
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