OPENESS ETHEREE

What a wonderful world would be on earth

if human souls were open to 

meet the soul of everyone near 

without suspicion or fear

just diving into eyes' depths

to explore the waters

of their innocence

that paradise on Earth 

where the kids 

who we 

were 

copyright10/10/2012 by Chryssa Velissariou

THIS

Painting by the Bangladeshian S M Sultan

Something is happening.

Something very big is happening
in your life
as though in mine.
Something like an eradication.
It feels like a hard clenching
at the top of my stomach.
Often I think that I'm hungry,
But it is just This again.
It feels like twitching caused to huge sadness.
As if it's missing a key ingredient
I interpret incorrectly
as food's need.
What I need is your hand
searching me, touching me.
So I wouldn't fear evil,that grows on and on around.
I miss that hand on me..
But I don't find it anymore even in my dream.
I kept it really for so little!
What unlikely, how many details I recall of it.
Its touch, its warmth, its smell, the exact shape of the fingers,
the color, the length of the nails, even the palm's lines...
Its nerve, its lust, the seeking of its movement towards me.
I should sooner win on my emotions,
speak earlier so that I could keep locked in verses the details,
which are forgotten.
What a great exhibiting way is the word!
It detains remembrances,
It helps me be saved from the dragon of the oblivion.
But how sad!
Even if I try to conserve my dead feeling in the formalin of my writings ,
I won't be worthy of your hand anymore.
You do not want to let me hold it anymore...
COPYRIGHT2012 BY CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU

IN THE UNIVERSITY

Well...
Tedium.
Exhausted.

Slur over it.
What intrigues me?
I'm eager for that glance.
For the professor's split skirt.
For that vamp arrogant girl's smile.
For the massage on the colleague's neck.
For the smiling face tics of the scientist
Often I would like to start crying.
I'm amazed to connect with youth.
The bitter taste of the past.
The amnesia over death.
The vision for change.
I'm exhausted
That glance is
tedium's
end.
COPYRIGHT2012 BY CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU

WANDERING

PAINTING BY TIM WISTROM

I'm here,
I came here
for you.

But you, you 're missing,

stayed there
for you.

I wonder did we ever really met?



copyright2012 by Chryssa Velissariou

YOU BACK

The phenomenon
of Supernova
made me reconsider...
A sun shines the most
just before its Death...
I am riding wild. 
Nothing could  ease me. 
I have got everything 
except One thing. 
This is driving me mad. 
I would never let myself 
have You back ...

A WAR

comment below image in http://www.flickr.com/photos/w5er3nee/:

Mars and Venus
this painting shows Mars -the god of war with Venus - god of love after they made love,
 as depicted Mars is asleep and Venus awake some say that it symbolizes the power
of love over war and others say that it means women are more powerful than men.
So, Greek Mythology wasn't just about paganism but also used the gods in symbolism,
 sending messages through painting to generations, to reach the development
of the human mind, since we still depend in philosophy of their studies.

He did not show to you any

kind of tenderness

or compassion

He was seeking just for

 battle

cries and lust's sorrow

flowing moments

But what love has to do with

the tranquility?

Or even death?

Remember when you will go

that you have been loved

above the limits

Laugh when your light extinguish

even if you lost

a universe

Why to be unsatisfied

if you have really

touched a heaven?

Deficient and enough are

equal in front of

definite end