Mistake

This is our biggest mistake.

We always think we have time.

And the time of the past has gone.

We see its blurred figure already far away.

It doesn't turn its head back, just moves forward.

Proud, aware of its increased value; it disappears.

 

And the time of the present is here, available.

We see its innocent face staring at us helpless.

It stands speechless, waiting to be exploited.

Unaware of its potential and charm, cheats us that it will never go.

And the time of the future is only in our dreams.

We only see its seductive shadow that ignites our tension to fantasize.

It has its mouth shut, hiding its shady and pointy teeth.

Ready to bite our present, to snatch and familiarize the property of procrastination haters.

And we remain blind in our passion to ignore past, postpone present and expect future.

In a blend of visions, dead wishes, alive hopes, sick prospects.

And we wake up every day forgetting to live now.

Regretting the past and replacing the present with tomorrow.

And the present becomes past that we forget.

And the future becomes present that we hate.

And life goes on silently and we refuse to live.

And lost opportunities are becoming old, grey, dead.

And we become pessimists for the past that has been left unexplored.

And optimists for a future that will balance our woes.

And we think we are fighters but the truth is only one. 

We are nothing but ugly, terrified creatures, wasting time.

Unable to appreciate the true meaning of present.
We are suddenly old and wise enough to remember our mistakes. 

Small to realize that time is never ours.

So ungrateful that we continue our lonely trip with sole companion our fake illusions.

And we move on.  

And we fill our life with actions to feel busy. 

We walk, we cross bridges, we stand, we rest, we sleep, we wait, but we never think. 

Killed in the past, living as zombies in the present, hoping for a resurrection in the future.

And we continue our daily effortless energy waste of feeding others' hungry minds.  

To live a life that others think we deserve.

To build a worth-telling story so as others be proud to share.

To love and be loved expecting that others will never notice our deprived heart.

And we see time mocking at us and leaving.

And nothing stays the same.

And we count victories.

When all we have is our lost battles.

Dust traps of unexplored golden mines.

Of daily smiles replaced by sullen faces.

Of true loves and values replaced by ruthless ambitions.

Of a lost past and an unexplored present. 

But we are happy.

'Cause future is in front of us.

We have time.

Fall

I met a little girl once.

She was so strong and decisive. 

Her eyes were so bright and smart.

Her witty and innocent figure reminded me of a forgotten instict.

The passion for true love and meaningful life. 

The joy of fighting for your dreams and insisting against all odds. 

It was so evident. 

She was that kind of girl you just knew she was different.
Even if everything on her was so common. 

You could feel her endless potential.

Her dynamic powerful nature.

Born to be a leader and a servant at the same time.

Dedicated to her believes with no fear. 

Daring to live, to enjoy, to share, to fight. 

But at the same time, another little girl was living inside her. 

Unknown to most people. 

A sensitive, gentle and tender girl. 

Deeply emotional and introvert. 

Daring to love with all her heart and feel pain. 

She loved to speak and share all that made her happy, sad, alive.

Her world, her feelings, her visions, the colours of the sky.

But when her words had no sound she was silently hidding in her secret cave.

Time found her one night and gave her a gift.

A brush to paint and a pen to write.

So as never to feel alone. 

To speak and be heard. 

Even when noone listens.

This little girl..

I just knew all about her.

I saw her picture some days ago.

An old family album came into my hands.

I immediately recognized her.

I admired her familiar face for a while.

Her smile was still the same.

She didn’t know anything about her future yet.

I wished I could touch her, speak to her, advice her. 

All human emotions flooded over me in a moment. 

What would I say to her if I had the chance?
What would I change in her story?
Who can say things would be better if different?
Is she lucky after all?
Is she happy?
Why is she always so thirsty for passion? 

I touched softly the timeworn photo of the past.

Sweet memories jumped out of the black and white paper.

And suddenly I felt so proud of her.

Of the path she was about to cross.

Of the experiences she was going to taste. 

All part of her passionate and adorable nature. 

I suddenly knew. 
I wouldn’t dare to speak to her.

I wouldn’t like to change her destiny.

I would let her be shaped by her decisions and mistakes.

I would let her fall.

Again and again.

Until she knows.

Until she finds her way, her balance.

So as to stand tall.

Alone. 

I looked at the photo again. 

The little girl was looking me in the eyes. 

I saw her lips moving. 

She was trying to speak to me. 

She was trying to reveal my future. 

She was trying to warn me, to guide me, to protect me.

I smiled at her with affection. 

I now was sure. 
The little girl I once met never changed.

I closed the album. 

Love Story

So I know..

It's all about fight for Love. 

That precious intoxicating and addictive liquid that nourishes Ηeart. 

Heart is always thirsty. Craving for Love. 

Love is never enough. Never complete.
Sometimes Passion wears Love's mask and cheat Heart.
Heart becomes greedy and fool. 

Observing this behaviour, Ηeart's good friend, Soul, speaks to her with his rational mind. 

Tries to advice Heart about virtues, gratitude and balance. 

Heart, lost in the game of chasing Passion, ignores her good friend Soul and trusts Love to Time. 

Heart is blind, she doesn't see Time's sneaky face. 

Jealous Time is curious to possess this precious unknown filter, Love.
When Passion is gone, Heart asks Time to take Love back. 

Time refuses. 

He is powerful. Fights with Heart and wins. 

Keeps Love for a while in his possession. 

Love evaporates with Time.
Being apart from Heart, Love has no existence. 

Time is unaware of the use of Love. Feels annoyed by its heavy weight. 

He gradually drops a glass of its precious content until almost all Love is gone. 

Angry defeated Heart fights with her best friend Soul for not protecting her against Time. 

Naive Soul is beaten. Heart survives. 

An injustice sacrifice of Soul in the name of Love. 

Soul finds it hard to accept this betrayal from his friend, Heart. 

Soul curse Heart.
The curse is hard, eternal. 

To live one life on earth, to feel pain, to stop one day and die. 

To make a repeating lethal sound, a reminder of its mortal nature. 

Heartbeat.
The trophy of a fight chasing blindly Passion.
A triumph, a perpetual obtrusive alarm.
A racking prize for an unfair victory against a supporting friend. 

A poisonous drumming full of sorrow.
A mourning march for the loss of a fighter, companion. 

Now an enemy. Dead Soul.
A ghost.

Dying Love, wonders... 

Why all that happened after all?

Was it a fair game? 

What was the role of Time?

Was Heart stronger than Soul?

Where are memories buried? 

In Soul, Heart replies.Why I need someone to remind me of my mistakes? 

Your greediness is your conviction, Soul shouts.
Το wander in an endless trip to find Love and be hurt again and again. 

I will stay away from your life. Without me you are now doomed to forget.
I will not be by your side to remind you, to protect you. 

Same mistakes, will cost you your peace. 

You may find Passion but nothing compares to Love you neglected. 

Stay alone. Thirsty. Empty. Hurt. 

This is your destiny. 

Yours and everyone elses's who has lost Love for no reason. 

Soul becomes friend with Time. 

He explains to Time the meaning of Love. 

Time now appreciates its value. 

Time keeps the last glass of Love. 

He meets a new thirsty Heart once. 

A weak and tender one. 

The new Heart looks Time in the eyes blindly. 

Time feels compassion. 

He knows what he has to do. 

He offers the last glass of Love. 

All

Yes I know, I want it all.
Not half, not a piece, not a part,
I need vastness to fly and fall.

All your breath, all your world at last.
My dreams' seed is thirsty,
weak but eager to grow fast.

All my smile, my sadness, my cryptic glance.
A safe nest in your hands,
certain, calm and protected once.

Cause this is me, he who insist will know.
Tired of games that never end,
my soul needs peace to grow.

It is not what I want, but what we both deserve.
To touch, to blend, to unify.
To put destiny's run to an end.

Some people say what's worth will last
Feel me, touch me, dive inside.
I want our story now and fast.

I'm not naive, I know I'm chasing time
This blind toothless smoke of hell.
An ugly face speaks but I only see a smile.

Who will judge me what is right or wrong?
I've measured the path, I now know.
Our road was never wide and long.

You have no choice, you die or you live.
Longing to stay alive.
You fall down, your dust makes roots and thrive.

You felt it, I met you last night in my dream
I saw your eyes' struggle to fight a tear
You broke a door, I heard a scream.

Was it yours or was it mine?
A lost reply's voice sealed in a beggar's empty tin.
Hurry, agog, skinny, doomed to wait in line.

Capture my silence, make it a graph.
Hear it slowly.
Tears now quietly smile and sometimes laugh.

All is nothing, a spicy mix of gap with fear.
Deny it, win it, spend it.
Passions' bite is silent and clear.

All is everything, all is power and strength.
Eternal struggle to expand life's dimensions.
Soul's high, hearts width, mind's length.

Take nothing.
Extend it, push it, shape it.
Make it everything. 

And then you know...
you have it all. 

Do you?
Are you satisfied with your
3-D life stucture after all? 

Questions

Who am I after all?
Who are you?

What are all those that define me?
What made me fall in love with you?

What was my deepest secret?
What was your darkest fear?

Did we really know each other?
Did we devote enough time for it?

Were you there for me?
Was I?

Were you strong enough to face the truth?
What was the truth?

Do you know?
Do I know?

Have you ever asked me?
Have I ever answered to myself?

Did you insist to know?
Was I open enough to confess?

Did I ever give you a reply?
Did you?

Was it honest or filtered?
Did we ever wondered?

Did we try to digg deeper?
Why we didn't?

Were you satisfied?
Was I complete?

Were you all I ever dreamed of?
Was I?

What was missing?
Was there anything really missing?

Did you want to ask more?
Why you didn't?

Was I curious to investigate you?
Why I didn't?

Have you changed?
Am I the same?

Do you feel complete?
Am I happy?

Who will ever answer?
Does it really matter?

Some questions are doomed 
either to stay orphans or 
to be adopted by deaf answers. 

Time smiles at life 
and she generously replies 
...if in a good mood. 

August

Sea-salt vicious invasion in my soul's burning skin

Need to escape, love, surrender to a reckless sin

Sea-shell's sweet lullaby, tender hug of precious home 

My heart's soft content, crushed cast of malleable loam

Colorful butterflies' wings tempt wind, vamp and fly

Past memories gaze at me mocking, smile and cry

Deep lakes' iced water refresh my restive mind

Impetuous waterfalls heal fresh scars still blind

Blue brushes paint vigorously both furious sea and sky

White foam spreads on hasty clouds, undress and purify

Rare wild universe shine, speak my secret nature's word

Primitive instincts flood, match my ancient roots' cord

Drunk blinking, eyelashes' alluring dance on cold air

Mind fight to wash out jewels of a lost love-storm affair

Weird fairies, nymphs and dragonflies on giant mythic stones

My soul’s hardness, strict dictator of my heart's heavy bones

Nature’s harmonic balance with human functions peak

Salty liquids, odious visitors of my empty eyes' leak

Sun flirts with spirits, embrace shadows, cheat and charm

Summer dies in my heart; August sunrays sting and harm

The cold lake’s whisper 
echoed in my ears

Reminded me deserted stories, 
erased my fears.

Forget the past, the voice said,
live as a newborn
Let waterfalls clean your soul
dark always dissolve in the morn. 

Begone

Hey, you arrogant ghost!

Don’t look around for your heart.

Let me confess; you killed it for no reason.

Noone will assist you to find your dead piece.

I see you crumble, but I can’t help.

Your dirty dust has already spread away.

I blow out loud to scatter it faster.

Cruel, but who told you liars are lovable?

Spent enough time in my silence. 

Observing your dull infernal game.

You sold out cheaply both heaven and hell.

You fool, you didn’t hurt me, you saved me.

You tried to shoot, I took off your fake hood.

Frightened by your ugly face, I run to escape.  

Your scary image chased stealthily my memory.

Your thought, made me run faster; I got away.

You still come uninvited in my dreams sometimes.

You knock on my door, I throw you away.

I turn to the other side of my bed and touch my lover.

He makes love to me, while you stand behind staring.

You cry, you beg, I laugh; the next day I keep smiling. 

I know, I'm a bad girl; yes, my love, I lied too.

Your fault you never tried to investigate deeper.

I know I’ve become your obsession now.

Stop begging to allow you to touch my hand.

Begone, it is too late. 

You spent all your chances and my time is precious. 

I'm too busy sharing my love with everyone but you.  

And you know how generous I am when it comes to love.. 

It is really unbearable when acquis becomes an elusive luxury. 

*Sometimes all you need is to be tough and determinant; ready to get rid of the ugly ghosts of the past that sucked your soul & heart and just sit quietly and enjoy your silence and a refreshing cocktail...

...Then forgive and go on without a word. 

Wash

I received the letter many years ago.

Sealed with golden symbols of my anxious future.

I opened it slowly; I knew its lost content.

Invited in the party of my life.

By unknown adventurers wishing to conquer my story.

I knew I had to go.

I had no choice but to meet with my destiny’s actors. 

Wearing a charming outfit to honor the years to come.

My bedroom’s shadows followed me silently.

To my dark and empty wardrobe.

A scary feeling blocked the pores of my skin.

There was nothing left inside.

I observed my secret private property.

My soul’s clothes were dirty.

My heart’s shoes timeworn.

My body’s precious accessories granted cheaply.

I spent years searching the proper dress.

Covered by my expensive and luxurious outfit. 

I rang the bell; a blurred image grabbed me.

Took my hand and yank me drunk.

Thirsty eyes sucked every inch of my souls’ medulla.  

Alcohol, smoke and sick ghosts in the crowd.

In a furious orgasm of dancing nightmares.

My mute voice, deaf among empty laughs.

A night wasted in a witless lost game.

Dust of forgotten dreams, under a golden rug.

I left. 

I received another invitation some time ago.

I looked at it hesitantly; I kept it for a while.

This time I decided not to open it.

To walk bravely to the unknown inviter.

I had to go; again.

My angel was shouting everything was different.

I knew what I had to do.

Instantly.

I washed all dirty clothes of the past.
A male and female human invisible blend.

Stretched out the laundry of heavy memories.

The sun's rays kidnapped all stains and spots. 

I wore a simple white dress.

Barefoot, free from heavy accessories of a fake life.

A reflection of my new self gazed at me.

Peaceful. 

Ι followed my insticts’ directions.

A clear and obvious path.

The door was open, a carefree feel flooded.

A generous smile hugged me kindly.

A heady scent kissed my breath.

A sleepwalker of an intoxicating lullaby.

And then, suddenly, this warmth of familiarity.

A meeting with the best part of me.

A sudden gentle touch that scatter the dead ashes.

That unfolds new unexplored paths.

Of a future that approaches.

This precious moment.

When time stops.

And you just know it.

And you follow.
Blindly.

Barefoot.

Who did you really meet?
Someone that loved my simple freshly-washed white dress. 

Spy

Spy me.
I see your shadow behind the door.
Is it real? Is it in my mind? Is there a difference?
I know you are addicted to our secret game.
I will let you play it.
Put your eye to my life's keyhole and watch.
I know you are following me. 
I can feel your breath.
I can touch your sweat. 
Don't try to keep your eyes wide open.
Blink for a second.
Is my instantaneous absence your eternity?
Don't ask me what I did meanwhile.
Maybe I'm still there; maybe I left.
Maybe I just wait for you to open the door.
Maybe you are afraid I will never let you come in. 
Maybe all I need is this; nothing more, nothing less.
I hate the security of your hidden presence.
I love the unknown temptation of my loneliness.
Don't go away, I beg you silently in my mind.
You feel my whisper.
I want you to stay there, watching.
I need it more than you, you admit.
This is our privy bond. 
Our destiny's game. 
Let's be honest with its rules.
I will continue pretending I don't know
As long as you promise you will continue spying.

What if you open the door and realize I'm not behind?

I will never open the door. You know that. 
You will never leave. I know that.

Piano

Let me play the piano for the last time.

Listen to the melody and cry. I do. 

It is written for you.

My last confession to remember.

From the one you loved and hated the most.

You will never hear about me again.

Our story ended forever.
Our new path is our blessing and curse.
To expect the new dream.
To drag the heavy chains of our lost past.

Goodbye my love. 
I know my ghost will haunt you.
Stay emprisoned to my forgiveness. 

Don't try to find someone like me.

I am sorry to announce you there isn't any.

Don’t try to invade my soul.

You created a well equipped soldier.

Ready to fight with no mercy.

It’s ironic how miserable you will feel now.

Knowing you murdered our innocent dream.

Live with the sorrow of my last touch.

That you lightly gifted to another.

Fate knows I deserve better.
My new life is anxious to meet me.
Be sure that I will be happy.

Never mind, life plays games.

One love is never enough.

We are all destined to live many.

Smart ones grab the most precious one.

Keep it and live it.

My life's path has changed now.

My heart flies away.

I observe myself transforming. 

Fate guides me to another story.

I ignore, I resist, I surrender. 

You, my new love, don’t be sorry.

I played and I lost.

Maybe all just happened to meet you.

You are now my choice.

It’s you that I will fight for.

Goodbye and welcome. 

I need you more than ever.

I know now and hope.

My mistakes taught me more.

That it's never too late for love.

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Live with it.

Match

My red, your blue vision

Our pink sassy addiction

Your salty, my sweet taste

Our love's spicy haste

My noisy, your silent mind

Our weird passionate kind

Your mountainous, my sea breeze

Our plain’s arrogant freeze

My simple, your complex sound

Our open lost account

Your intoxicant, my blind scent

Our life’s willful bend

My hot, your cold feeling

Our wounds’ lukewarm healing

Your black, my white reflection

Our fatal grey connection

My wild, your soft touch

Our absolute erotic match 

Our love's sparkling delight

Your vigorous, my tacit fight

Blurred vision

Your eyes blurred vision

My soul’s secret admission

Life's pursuit, landing and travelling

Fighting, loving, resisting, trying

Passionate flesh, mysterious touch in male hands

Warm home in foreign countries, distant lands

Promotion, progress, comfort, wealth

Fake ambition, lost purpose and faith

Tender heart, loyalty and trust

Words of heaven, neglected fast

Years of joy, drunk night instead of day

Weak loops, fragile dreams made of hay

Utopian life image, withering red tulip in vase

Precious jewelry, gold-dust spread in haze

Scary movie, adventure, love romance

Battle won or lost, fist of knight’s lance

Humble room, hidden in glamorous suite

Pricey pearl, wrapped in seashell’s heat

Years escaped, poor time's struggle still lame

Fiery volcano my heart's extinguished flame

What is behind the wall I see?

Jump and explore. 

Or try to see clearly. 

Maybe there is no wall at all. 

Just an image of your blurred vision. 

Focus

You sit down quietly. Your best friend holds your hand.

Why you feel so tired?

What makes you so exhausted?

What takes all your energy away?

Why your oxygen is never enough?

You know the reply.

Wasting time in unnecessary crushing obligations.

Castaway in a desert island of unfiltered thoughts.

Swimmer in an impudent flood of disrespectful actions.

Lost in forced disoriented swirling.

You feel his kind touch.

Protect yourself.

Organize your rescue.

Obey to your needs.

Don’t be wasted.

Discipline your mind.

Govern your passions.

Focus.

…On life moments that give you real pleasure.

…On all those that show potential.

…On habits that open the doors of your mind.

…On actions with meaning.

…On dreams that fulfill your internal bliss.

…On targets that lead you to completion.

…On life stories worth telling.   

…On friends that reflect your mental status.

…On lovers that match your desires.

…On companions that fit your temperament.

…On people that deserve your love.

You look at him.

He looks back at you.

He now speaks loudly.

You hear your voice.  

Respect your time.

Respect your nature.

Respect your dreams.

Your touch your life’s telescope. 

In full operation.

You focus. 

Picture

Look at me, you said.

I want to take you a picture.

I want to remember you as you are.

Carefree, pure, in love, my love.

You then came and kissed me.

You took the picture with you.

I was smiling.

In my heart.

Where is this picture now?

Where is the girl that you met?

Do you still have it?

Is it now fade?

Capturing moments, sharing.

Keeping them in frames.

In our minds.

Remembering feelings.

I have a new picture of me now.

Fresh, peaceful, reborn.   

Taken by another one, with love.

A new me, you will never know.

Keep my picture.

This precious gift of time. 

Look at it when you feel alone.

I will be your company.

Smiling.

As I did that time.

As I always do. 

People change. 

Pictures stay.

or..

Pictures change. 
People stay. 

Shape

You made me who I am.

You do so every day.

In your way. 

You.

My lover.

My soulmate. 

My best friend. 

My father. 

The one who just left. 

The one who is here. 

The one who hasn't come yet. 

My power.  

My everything.

All you.

You scheduled in detail every part of me.

Dedicated to your art, you continue.

There is nothing I can do to stop you.

Preparing the outline of my body.

Blowing life and soul.

Every day.

Making my heartbeat louder.

Leaving feet for the end.

To make them strong.

To show me how to stand tall.

To leave me decide where to go.

You.

You continue drawing me.

And I resist.

And you try to erase any mistakes made.  

And I block you.

And you insist.

And I obey.

And you listen.

And I surrender.

Cause I need them all.

All the scars, all the love.

Everything.

It is all part of me.

I know I am left in your hands.

To shape me.

Following the line of my dreams.

As I confessed you once.

As you didn’t dare to listen.

I trust your imagination.

I adore the way you see me.

A sculpture in front of you.

All my being.

Me. 

And you. 

Continue.

Shape me.

Thank you for making me who I am.

If I had to choose from zero.

I would select you again.

My talented designer.

My best sculptor.

Body, soul, heart.

All from you.

All for you.