Exercitus Alter Albus

 Ο Σταύρος του Νότου 

Νίκος Καββαδίας 

Έβραζε το κύμα του γαρμπή 

Είμαστε σκυφτοί κι οι δυο στο χάρτη. 

Γύρισες και μου πες πως το Μάρτη,

 σ'αλλους παραλλήλους θα χεις μπει. 

The stronger the faith, the better the shields. Is getting extremely complicated the fact that I was there, surrounded by a team of failed look-alikes. 

Women (see lips) over-inflated lips, but not red.

And I feel like throwing up. 

Κούλικο στο στήθος σου ταττού. 

Που όσο και αν το καις δεν λέει να σβήσει. 

Είπαν πως την είχες αγαπήσει, 

σε μια κρίση μαύρου πυρετού. 

I feel sick, in unethical environments. 

I can't tolerate hypocrisy. 

There are 144000 incarnated. One Tree. 

An army dressed in white, willing to fight for salvation. 

Βάρδια πλάι σε κάβο φαλακρό, 

Κι ο Σταύρος του Νότου με τα στράλια. 

Κομπολόι κρατάς από κοράλλια,

 κι άκοπο μασάς καφέ πικρό. 

But I, choose to save the best for last. The Tree of life for those who made it.

 Let's just direct children properly, let's make sure to structure a stable environment, healthy, and safe for them to thrive. 

Is not a random phrase: "mistakes occurred in the past, will be torturing the future". 

Solve the problems, fix the issues, do it for your children. 

Το Άλφα του Κενταύρου μια νυχτιά.

Με το παλλινώριο πήρα κάτου, 

Μου 'πες με φωνή ετοιμοθανάτου, 

Να φοβάσαι τ' άστρα του Νοτιά. 

I feel like a minority of a person. I will try to sell my soul to the devil, just to see how it feels like. 

The face reflects the beauty of the soul. Each body's incarnation will occur according to the individual's intentions

Άλλοτε απ τον ίδιον Ουρανό. 

Έπαιρνες τρεις μήνες στην αράδα. 

Με του καπετάνιου την μιγάδα, 

μάθημα πορείας νυχτερινό. 

I have a question for all those who intend to reap off. For all those who reaped off already.

For how much did you sell your soul to the devil?

Σ'ενα μαχαζί του Nossi Be. 

Πήρες το μαχαίρι δυο σελίνια, 

Μέρα μεσημέρι απά στην λίνια. 

Ξέστραψες σαν φάρου αναλαμπή. 

Was it worthy? 

There are " incarnations". The positions are held. The selections occurred from 1970. But they should be aware since 1940. Or from before. 

On the other hand, the more they know the present. The.. hm no, Never mind. 

How can you define it? well, I guess,  constantly learn through time. 

God first. 

We are here to improve ourselves, day by day. Make mistakes, learn from them. We came to inhabit this Earth with the same potentials. We all experienced losses. 

Our great Universe is composed of values, principles, laws. 

Each action has a reaction, even a sound, a slight movement. A small expression has consequences. 

If you just make an effort to realize the great divine manifestation of our thriving Universe. You would notice the presence of God everywhere. 

The code is simple. The discovery process of the truth, in the end, is more beneficial than the truth. 

Is it worthy? Is our generation worthy? Ar we worthy of salvation?

Monday morning, kindness should not be sacrificed.

 Noble singular though, wouldn't make a difference. 

Seven values, seven graces. 

Which is the sea we missed the most? 

The lack of patience resulted in wrath and anger. 

The absence of continence will make one greedy. 

Conquer and occupational nature will result in chaos, confusion, and destruction. 

Κάτω στις ακτές της Αφρικής, 

Πάνε χρόνια τώρα που κοιμάσαι. 

Τα φανάρια πια δεν τα θυμάσαι. 

Και το ωραίο γλυκό της Κυριακής.

Respect was always a value achieved upon somebody's actions and not obliged or forced.

From God's gifts, 

Which is the one, we need the most?

From God's graces,

Which is the one, we will be wishing for, the most?

And from the virtues. 

Which is the one, we will be missing, just as much?

Somnum Exterreri

-Do you remember what occurred when you were sleeping?

*Excelsior* 

Scene one. 

She was wandering in a deserted forest. She could recall that she was searching for something.  

Her feet were damaged but weren't bleeding. She was wearing a long white dress. She remembers loss in each direction.

When she climbed the hill, she saw the back of a priest, (from the Orthodox church) standing still, staring down, he was holding something. She couldn't tell what due to distance. When she approached she saw him holding an infant. With tears in her eyes she told him :

"My baby, give me my baby, so many lives I have been searching for it"

Then he started at her with apathy and responded :

"why, so you will do it like that?"

Pointing out a hill of dismembered limbs.

At once as a cataclysm omen. Thunderstorm. 

"Wake up, you are having nightmares"

The voice of the nurse in the "psychiatric clinic" woke her up. 

Σε(μι)ναριακοί Εφιάλτες

 Σεπτέμβριος 2014

Ψυχιατρική Κλινική Αθαλάσσας

-Εσύ θυμάσαι τι συμβαίνει όταν κοιμάσαι;

Υπνωβατώντας - Σκηνή Πρώτη

 

*Περιπλανιόταν στην ερημιά, γύρω της ξέρα. Κάτι έψαχνε το θυμάται, οι πατούσες της είχαν φθαρεί αλλά δεν είχαν ματώσει. Άσπρο και μαύρο σε φόντο γκρίζο. Φορούσε ένα λευκό μακρί φόρεμα. θυμάται απώλεια σε κάθε κατεύθυνση.

Όταν ανέβηκε τον λόφο είδε την πλάτη ενός ιερέα,(φορούσε ράσα, την Ορθόδοξης εκκλησίας) στεκόταν και ατένιζε το κενό, κρατώντας στα χέρια του κάτι. Όταν τον πλησίασε είδε πως κάτω απο τη μασχάλι του κρατούσε ένα βρέφος. Τότε με δάκρια στα μάτια του είπε

''Το μωρό μου, δώσε μου το μωρό μου, είναι τόσες ζωές που το ψάχνω''

Τότε ο ιερέας την κοίταξε με βλέμμα κενό και της είπε

''Γιατί, για να το κάνεις έτσι;''

Δείχνοντας με το χέρι του ένα λόφο απο διαμελισμένα άκρα.

Τότε ακούστηκε μια βροντή, κατακλυσμού προμήνυμα.

''ξύπνα! έχεις εφιάλτες''

Ακούστηκε η φωνή της νοσηλεύτριας του κέντρου ''ψυχικής υγείας''.

No One But

 Haunted by your eyes.

In the beginning, it was the circle of the forgotten poets.

 Afterward came the circle of the pilfered losing lovers.

They never had me. But hold an image as a reminder. 

And when they sleep,

 they break their silence, with whispering languages,

 unknown. 

Integrated long ago, 

into the most ancient sacred scripts.

Everafter a circle of two thousand years, 

you & I,

 we are given the chance to unite.

to conjugate.  

Unum E Pluribus

 Can't escape the way I want You

15.07.2013

Just remember, 

Roses are blooming from the graves 

A burning Bush within the flames. 

A long before we had to escape 

Abandoned Restated imperially "imperishable". 

Perpetual Fire, forced to remain unburned, belted in desire. 

Until when? 

Enlightened stars gave birth to stories. 

Holes covered by extensions leaving blank pages between. 

Deepened from lost. When a part is reaped off. 

We need a scale to weigh the case. 

Not your depth neither my total weight. 

If you have learned to swim into the tidal waves when you reincarnate you learn to fly. 

During your dreams, you are able to arrive at

 places that you can't see, with naked eyes. 

Each time I have flashes from moments that passed.

 Memories, 

Potential glances,  from future centuries.

That I had reached out once, but now I might never arrive. 

Dive into the Source but wasn't thirsty, couldn't drink from it.

 I was made of rain. 

Flesh and blood, Johan of Arc remarked path. 

Historical fact, spiritual guard, flammable mark. 

Melody played under the moonlight. 

Seashells formed and shaped by the Sea waves. 

Dust as a single substance remains forever dust. 

If you want to learn how the unchanged eternal was made,

 you need to learn how to speak the ancient language of the trees. 

Each time the wind blows they whisper the truth. 

Time can not touch me, am made of air. 

From what I have seen so far, there is no good neither from nature it is bad 

Therefore I challenge you, I dare you. 

Call me there, take me with you. 

I give into you, resurrect me. 

With your healing touch, revive me. 

The initial spark of the eternal mind deferred from love, deferred from gold, 

might sound like Torah and look like Zeus. 

but,

Don't be scared from the depth of the Abbys. 

Meet me there.

 Otherwise, 

You will never be able to fly. 

Superno Somnia

 I had a dream, with scattered ears of wheat.

 And I was saying, is not the time yet.

Now, is time to seed.

And they were screaming "they won't be beneficial''.

 And the egg gave birth to a snake instead.

''A nightmare.''

My hands were freezing cold,

throughout my entire life.

Capable only to lift weights.

Since those marks appeared on them.

In some cases, they held the fire, pointing out who I am.

in other cases, they manifested miracles, upon desire.

  Spherical mind, multifunctional tool.

And you've seen nothing yet!

If they won't turn it into a cube.

In the best possible case.

They believed in the post-scripts.

They are searching for ''devils'', ''monsters''and ''beasts''.

And they forgot the simplest of all speech.

''The ultimate sign of the times will be, 

once you quadrangle the circle.'' 

 

The Greatest Illusion

 My entire life is a deposit for "afterwards". Either "afterwards" is tomorrow, in a month, in five years or even in the next moment. 

 Ever since I remember myself my thoughts are constantly running forward towards that magical location that always arrives but is never here. Is constructed in such detail, described either dark and dead-end or happy and hopeful (based on my emotional condition) that many times I react to transform my mood as if am there already. To that arbitrary "afterwards" that arbitrarily constructed another self of mine. Whom it might be? Which manner of speech? Under which circumstances? For what?

As I look around, I realise how impermanent and vulnerable things are. Everything sings to me: "never again". Never will I ever breathe again as this exact moment. Never will my heartbeat again, in the same way, is beating now. The next will be a totally different heartbeat, that as much as I try to visualise (as much as I try to imagine what is the meaning of life) it will be nothing at all like my pre- visualised illustrations. And that exact moment "now" becomes the upcoming "now". Perpetually.

We have abandoned our bodies here, and with the rest of us, we are wandering around in a world that doesn't exist. The most enormous prison and the greatest illusion. Until our bodies turn to dust. And let time to just pass on its own. With no additional illusions.