Not Even

Obscured light

transparent blinds. 

A gibbet scarf.

Ten centimeters measured time.

Blood turns to water.                                                                         [potable] 

One single story.

Memories of a future century.

Me such as.

A barren sea.

Allotment hands.

An UNGRY God.

The world has paused. 

The cage unlocked.

A thousand images in just one word.

Waking up before dusk.

Sleeping before dawn. 

Without you.                                                                                           

Unbearable,                                                                     brand new                  

The Sunrise yet to come.

A dress made of rain.

Un- titled tale.

The testament revealed.

A crowd of speechless men,

in the women- nest.

&The guard:

'' Who is that;

 present your self''

Me minus one.

Useless Galaxies.

An embalmed Spring.

Tears on my cheek.

Impatient me.

A silent walk.

The bed was made

Remained still.

Without You.

Human beings breathing, 

with hearts, stop beating

Wide-open sea shells,

Soak up the Sun.

A dead man preaching

In slow motion,

the end has yet to come.

A self-illuminated Moon. 

Not even one.                              but you 

 That special glance.      

Six billion people dessert.                                                 

Without me.  Noble singular.

Scripts on flooded papers.

The hill is occupied.

The Oath Inviolable.

Still wonder how Your kiss 

Would taste like.

The Labyrinth released the Beast.

Crushing screams. 

Broken brakes. 

Abandoned in danger.

A living Hell without You. 

Heaven!

Could've been, 

A place on Earth.

Only With You. 

I Desire No Other

 The place shudders, with the caress from their prayers over Death's shoulder.

When the night comes, they withdraw to their nests to start flying.

-Are you smiling? Don't you see what's coming upon us?

-I'm smiling with your attempts to prevent it.

Let's be realistic, we haven't yet lived as others would like to live.

In case of harvest flies malfunction, we will be heating up during December.

Your obsession with mythology surpassed my ability to locate you when you vanish. You inhabited inside your myths. I decoded you and everything went wrong.

Madness is invisible but spreads. Madness will push you against the bulge's wall.                                                            

                                      

First of all, straighten your back, allow what's to go down to go down, and up what's to go up. 

 The meaning of life begins when life decides to use you.

-Why the ballet dancers sulk in the sea?

-Τhey set appointments in their dreams. Confuse the cities and never meet up.

They sat in meditation posture, the clouds opened over their heads, 

Fire Asana. 

Without You

 

Oceans appart, they were both staring towards the blurred Horizon line. Searching for each other.

This was their prayer. 

Without you, 

The Sun will continue warming up the Earth.

All the handsome boys will continue being handsome. 

Pretty girls will be pretty. 

Without you, the seasons will have an impact. 

The snow, the cold, the rain.

The cardinal points. 

Beds will regain dimensions.  

                                 (Only for a while) 

One for the single bed, two for the double. The winner is the one who stays awake. 

Without you, people passing by will try to flirt. 

The next-door neighbor will be coming over to ask for sugar.

The cats will be waiting for Saturday to dawn.

Bus travelers will be suffocating.

The castle's side door will remain a secret.

The books won't contain the most amazing stories.

Without You. 

Music coming from the world's depth will keep me up at night. 

The coast, the horse, Eve, the tiger who was gone, an amulet to keep me safe.

Everything unchanged in your absence... 

The private class, the house, not going out. Without You. 

An invisible grief will get savage and fierce.

And perhaps one day I will correlate with a "glorious love" and learn how to live as I should have. 

I will have a man to use the pillow next to mine, say good morning, say goodnight.

But it won't be in the same language. 

I won't be able to understand, 

Neither good morning, nor good night.    Never. 

Nothing, ever,

Not a single fear. 

He will be placed by my side, next to me.                                                (I want no-one else) 

Like all the rest, he will obtain a place on the left side of my chest. 

(no one else but You) 

But now am well aware. 

The heart, 

The heartbeats, from the center of the chest to what feels real. 

1st Parallel

The great robbery inside us occurred a few centuries ago and ever since we are in the indigence of disjunction.

You embrace territories.

Inhale when you have to 

You upload direct shows, with an entrance fee I cannot pay. 

You see dead people,

Waiting at the bus stops. 

You fall in love. 

Some times occasionally. 

Other times directly. 

You are jumping from one rooftop to the other. 

Underneath the laundry ropes, your obsessions are hanged.

You lived two lives.

During the first, you were imprisoned 

During the second one, his guard.

You figured out the way to get transparent, that's why I can not see you . 

You're counting down my veins that one day will paint the whole world red.

 Underneath your bed, fallen Angels are asleep.

 You rinsed all the passages to take me wherever else I want, as long as is not there. 

 You discovered letters before Alpha and after Omega.

 Chaos won't ever have enough of you. 

 In the middle of the Ocean you are chanting in a recession tone.

 You set up borders on the Sky, in case my weather wants to change aside.

 And when you book appointments under the shed, am always there... But 

 But enough of you, let's talk about me for a change. 

 That what I know is made of lies. 

 Every step I take is towards avoidance

 I have forgotten of your scent. 

I seeded single beds with just my self and I expect to sprout desires.

Amongst aphorisms I had found myself and I adopted. 

I spoiled up your horrors. 

They are waking up after hours.

 Quirky owners worship me. 

Parallel dimensions request my distribution. 

My boat has over floated and I bent to see my face reflection. 

 Inconsistency appears in almost everything I ever asked. 

 Am always dressed up with my cage prior my every exit. 

A commemoration is my hands. Embrace an everlasting life. 

Upon the plateaus, I have climbed, I am searching for a sign. 

All we ever had once, were two opposed bodies. And now feels like an addiction the distance spread between. 

Can't Stop thinking of You...

I refuse to compromise with anyone else but you. 

GOD, HOW I WISH I WAS WITH YOU. 

The Third Hallelujah

 To S. that was with me during the ceremony.

 - Walk upon the waters, not because you can, but because you unveiled a brand new territory of the Sea.

-Make all your moves in slow motion, because the thought is running fast.

-Into the temples that were built for the memorial psalms, other communes in-depth with the "Hallelujah". 

-if you haven't been released from prison, how will you comprehend your inheritance. 

 - One million secret names devoted to the Sky. And we call upon Him staring at the ground. 

 - A couple of inches of self levitation above the terrain, because you held me. They were in rush to call it,    "wonder! ". 

 - In case I fall asleep underneath a Honeysuckle, snakes with lust will come to kiss me. 

  - The pit is neither for the Earth nor for the one who holds the shovel. 

 - The Law's basis is "Offer", a disgrace to call it a sacrifice. 

 - Father, how comes and everything trends horizontally, if Your Presence dwells up there?

Jan. 27, 2013 3:39 pm

 

Do Not

*Once The Earth Said*

 18/ January 2014.

(channeling transcription translated in 2015) 

 After a vision of revelation. 

 Rules apply, and regulations.

One single Law. 

Three-level spheres, staircases.

Three great Arcades,.

Respect. 

 Perhaps I came to walk upon this Earth with three inheritances and one Gift. 

Your Own. 

A Gift I keep and save for You.

Let the will become Wheel for your carriage.

Dust will never turn to water.

Where the water turns to blood.

But couldn't be a necessity, in case it wasn't real. 

 A legacy from another life through Silence. 

And now, breathe in for an entire Life for the one without the other. (*** in this case, it means they won, My King of Honor, I know you won't let them,neither will I. You won't leave me, I trust you***)

 Am standing still, bridges are burned. 

ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ! 

And what your system would respond. 

Corrupted, greedy, ludicrous clowns. 

Trauma 

"You haven't got a single clue about the meaning of the term." 

Homage. 

If violated. 

In any violation case, 

penalty equal to His value 

Must be paid. 

A Throne that weighs 

11266, Crowns. 

The Earth Said 

C. Eleni. 

Your Fire

 To the man I wanted before we met,  the one I had to reject and now I regret. 

The one I secretly craved. I want you to know, every No was a Yes! I was burning inside, still, I am.

Request my caress, savages tales, fireworks to explode in the sky in the middle of the night.

Demand from me to comb the darkness dampened flowers from the seas, hardcore endless moments, and ointments that heal the pain.

Request to give you parts of my extensions, ruined rooftops, front page publications of my unrevealed emotions. 

For You.

Demand and we escape together to the deepest of the Earth and the center of the Galaxy. 

Request pencils that haven't yet written the glory of our first kiss, keepsakes from what passed, and from what is yet to come.

Demand for reasons to run where I manifest in the middle of the day, inviolable dimensions,

 Request from me to structure unbreakable defenses, that only you will have permission to demolish.

Demand from me to have no fear, as you will release savage dogs to grab my rags into the jungle of my senses.

Request your space on the left side of my bed, so you will come and join, waves pieces from my precious neck to hug uptight.

Demand the key, from the well of the Abyss, meet me down there. help me chose some heroes to decorate my boring days while you are away to conquer Troy for eleven years in total.

Request for comedians that got drank and high, in deserted parks from floated states in lakes that flow into the endless chaos/

 Demand from me to keep my faith, myself, and wait for you to return to our home like a recovered legend.

Request for a liar mirror trador, lame, ridiculous, to broadcast Lunar Landscapes, all the stains, and the marks from the fights of the past.

Demand my range as we tremble together in the absence of your carnage, request a bit of perfection to see if you will have it.

-Promise me to forget as we depart from my sad divided homeland for another land.

-I promise you, convulsions when our bodies unite and rock together like monsters before their extinction, a genocide of reason from a dictator's emotion that carries your name. 

Request my destruction during those difficult hours and I  will burn like Fire. Your fire. 

Demand for lack of faith, head or tails, to gamble my loss while you laugh and nod at me "come".

Request or Demand,

As my soul, from my body departs in order to amuse You, 

And afterwards calmly to End.