A SIGH

I'm burned, my love!
So ...I should NOT
Reap the stars.
I had to keep
My eyes down.
Who refuses
So much beauty
When available?
Neither the sane ..
I'm burned, my love ...
I 'll be unable
To fly again ...

REMEMBRANCE

ARMAGEDDON INSIDE ME

Armageddon

Thomas Connors

Nothing is like before ...
The loss is bringing loss!
Affect constellations 
Negatively at this time
The Fishes and Virgos?
Or my  Greece as a whole?
My entire universe?  
Some consolation is
This... Even if you  disclaim
 Responsibilities, 
You relax ... You relieve 
From their Hell on our Earth 
That is surrounding us ... 
What I did or experienced 
Sudden turned against me!
 I 'm surprised by remorse
 For my supposed charismas ... 
Why to have brought to life 
My miserable seedlings?
 Why to dispense virtues 
Since is floating the  corks?
 Why do we fall in love 
When is preying the death? 
Until the master time  
Erase my traces soon ... 
My babies earn their wings ... 
And you , you forgive me 
In  impersonal rooms 
With serum and nightmares ... 
Laugh with ourselves again 
Wait to go back again
In the stardust quietly 
Along with everything
We ever loved or hate ... 

LIFE'S ECHO

I observe you-you
I smell you-you-you
I know you-you-you
I admire you-you
I desire you -you
I feel you- you
I love you-you-you
I adore you-you
I replicate you
I bear you-you-you
I whelp you-you-you
Ι suckle you-you-you
I breed you-you-you
I hurt you-you-you
I sympathy you
I care for you-you
I bury you-you
I lose you-you-you
Perpetuate you
I resurrect you
I 'll live for you-you ...

http://www.paleothea.com/Myths/Echo.html

RESEARCH

[ Poem's comment: On the inspiring image there's an artist's conception of a binary star system with one  black hole and one main sequence star
An accretion disc is a structure  (often a circumstellar disk)  formed by diffuse material in orbital  motion around a central body.  The central body is typically a star. Gravity causes material in the disc to spiral inward

 towards the central body.  Gravitational forces compress  the material causing  the emission of  electromagnetic radiation.  The frequency range of that  radiation depends on the  central object. Accretion discs of young stars and protostars  radiate in the infrared; those around neutron stars and black holes  in the x-ray part of the spectrum. ] 

If you ever thought 

By disappearing 

You could ravage 

You 're wrong, dark star ...

I guess you know! 

You already assured

Eternal entry 

In my ecstasy 

Light years ago, 

When the fusion 

Of our evergreen 

Souls as imbalanced 

Twins stars in space 

had began... 

Though you 're vanishing

My material 

Is attracted

By you, black hole! 

Spiral Vertigo... 

Will you caress 

Me with your already 

Emitted light

Until my death?

Absorb the rest 

Of my existence. 

Without and with... 

Always together. 

For you I exist! 

Through my being, 

You perpetuated... 

I shield my eyes tight!

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2011

ΑΝΑΖΗΤΗΣΗ

Καλλιτεχνική απεικόνιση της πρόσφατα ανακαλυφθείσας

 μαύρης τρύπας στον γαλαξία NGC 300
.
 Η μαύρη τρύπα έχει πολύ μεγαλύτερη μάζα

από τον Ήλιο και συνοδεύεται από ένα άστρο

 τύπου Wolf-Rayet που σύντομα θα μετατραπεί

 και εκείνο σε μαύρη τρύπα (Credit: ESO/L. Calçada).

http://www.telescopeshop.gr/news_show.asp?articleId=226

Αν νόμιζες πως

Η εξαφάνιση

Θα σ' αφάνιζε

Λάθεψες, άστρο...

Μάλλον το ξέρεις!

Την αέναη είσοδο

Στην έκστασή μου

Εξασφάλισες

Έτη φωτός πριν,

Που η σύντηξη

Των αειθαλών μας

Ψυχών άρχισε.

Ανισόρροπα

Δίδυμα αστέρια...

Χάνεσαι, αλλά

Θα έλκεις ύλη μου

Σαν μαύρη οπή.

Σπείρας ίλιγγος...

Θα με θωπεύεις

Με το φως σου

Που ήδη εξέπεμψες

Ως το θάνατο.

Απορροφώντας

Τα υπολείμματα

Της ύπαρξής μου.

Χωρίς και μαζί...

Πάντα μ' εσένα.

Για εμένα υπάρχεις!

Μέσα από εμένα

Διαιωνίζεσαι...

Κλείνω τα μάτια!

UNFORGIVEN

Irina Vitalievna Karkabi 
Forgiveness
After the conquest of Troy,
 Demophoön stayed at the Thracian court
 where Phyllis, the king’s daughter,
 fell in love with him.
 They agreed to marry but he
 had first to return to Attica. 
He delayed there so long that Phyllis 
doubted he would ever
 return and killed herself. 
The gods turned her into an almond tree
 which here the penitent Demophoön is embracing, 
to find the tree suddenly blossoming 
and Phyllis reappearing to him.

I don't forgive you!
I have no reason.
You aren't a culprit.
You are a creator.
Making for me a world 
of  salacious words,
of materialized sighs,
accessible to my
ignorant nature.
I 've been charged with it
-alas-since my birth!
I don't forgive you, 
but I'm so grateful ...
Ah! My great demon!

SELF-ASSESSMENT

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/freedom-and-fear-claudia-dose.html

I am so sad! 

Abject! 

Ι offered love 

I took bile. 

Usual… 

but always Tyrannical. 

RUMINATE

"Stockholm Syndrome" by Victor Rodriguez.
 Killer paintings, acrylic on canvas.

Many days without my need
I had the comfort to hold
Your tormented hand
You wanted me in the deprivation
You cut it once and for all, at the root ...
"Believe it, till now it was..." you stated
You eradicate wildly my heart
I know ,I too, shamefully I hurt yours ...
Assassins we both we came together
Torturess I and you the killer.
Preset the epitome ...

THE SIGHERS HORDES

Urania and Erato

Framed Art Print

by Sebastiano Conca

by Sebastiano Conca

I really commiserate you,

You, who can't often and densely

Spontaneously or shamefully

Resort to the relief of soul

Given by the lifeless paper.

I found this path and I follow it

As a sigher on white hot coals

Βurning and burnt, made of paper

So what will be my profit  finally?

It will be heard what I would never say

What strangles my life and don't leave me

In my implacable desire

I feel sometimes ridiculous

When I look on this paper to see

My awful pain and aches...But

It's the only way to face them

Since they beat me mercilessly...

Come in our company, close to 

Bizarre poets , you all sighers,

Listen to or write with rhythm and rhyme

this which otherwise will torture you

While thus it'll regenerate you...

In verses'comfort I reviewed

And found specific solutions ,

Which were contagious. And there,

Where I simply believed  that I

Eradicated my own troubles,

I realized that I offered

to my next man a great defense!

The hordes of homunculus

Upset common obligations

Because our love and our little heart

Are not given effortlessly

The battalions of the sour sobs

During the centuries are recycled 

Appealing to the sweet Erato

Who gives remedy in sorrow...