THE SHIPWRECK

http://redroom.com/member/terence-clarke/blog/exhibition-review-women-impressionists-the-legion-of-honor-san-francisco

I 'm defeated. I fought with
The ancient Νο and defeated.
Bleeding for months under white sheets.
I defied the Command and I cracked.
I saw a new world, I saw 
In different eyes, I saw heaven.
Everything I had posessed 
Turned into ashes,into Hell!
Was the price indeed worthwhile?
Perhaps ignorance and innocence
Would be a more convenient  aim!
Nothing never comes, as you
Were planning so flawlessly.
I lived the beauty, the dream...
Beneath white sheets now agonizing.
It may, perhaps me ... I could 
Bear to complete the journey.
Maybe I could come through
The nausea or the sinking.
But the captain wasn't determined.
My captain gave up to be saved.
Steeped in illusion I'm yet a wreck .
Alone in a raft full of holes, 
Straight into the raging storm,
In a turbulent ocean,
Beneath those merciless white sheets.

HOPE OR UTOPIA?

Since there's me, there are others too!

I don't feed the Battle

I hate it!

I'm repulsed by Eris, the 

cunning, the fierce, the 

sly green-eyed.

I never worshiped Ares.

Hades is full of death

There's enough loss.

I do not even discuss

About War killings.

I refuse!

I have never accepted

To deal with it!

Why there's War?

For mother's sons' kill?

Earth's babies' bloodshed?

Slaughtering?

I live as a tree of peace!

Bringing forth fruits for

Life only!

The Earth's garden's Beautiful!

Many fragrances,

And colors!

I adore its differences,

Earth's triumph'll be to 

sustain them!

DELETION

http://wishstudio.com/2011/07/

At last I moved forward

I now  take a breath -

I deleted you as you 'd like.

Wasn't this you did  always?

You deprived yourself from 

the most needed for you.

I think I know, the reason

your old girlfriend left you-

Yes, that one who looked like me ...

I know now since I'm leaving too.

I always wondered, why

she didn't love you enough

to stay. How was it then

possible  to leave a love

so insatiable like yours

This kind of love which

it convulses me!

I 'd never say to you,

the answer I gave...You

declared yourself armored

with your cut bloody veins,

with your sad tattoos ,

with your long hair now absent.

Been a long time, you were

seduced  obviously 

masochistically

by the idea of the end.

Your inglorious possible death.

You are not alone, my friend!

Oh, we all go towards there.

Some of us, like myself,

we unjustly die twice...