THE ANGEL OF SORROW

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I hate the most

The trivial words!

They won't describe

My internal pain!

I suffer,do you hear?

A hole, a gap

In my heart is bleeding!

You tell me not to speak,

using once again

Meaningless metaphors ...

How the person next to me can stand  

My horror without

A soft embellishment?

Need for communication.

Even this one, the indirect.

Since the direct discharge
 of my killer sorrow
is prohibitive

then high emotional voltage 
must go through ground with a

loving eye glance ...

I don't write for fun, do you hear?

I write to protect myself

From the isolation!

To illuminate the

Path to my soul.

TΗΕ MENTOR PAIN

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I'm full, emotionally complete.

I have lived for ten lives, been loved.

I loved and still love passionately.

I brought forth life, I promote life.

Next to me people were standing joyous.

Also Inhaling my joy.

As the time passes I realize that the Pain

Has been my greatest teacher.

As I was looking at you 

As I was holding your hand

As I was kissing you without pause 

Which was so pleasant to you ,

As I was giving myself to you so shamelessly,

That you were shocked,

As I was in love with you completely, 

While you were puzzled why ...

Pain was my mentor, thank him!

Now again, that you are avoiding me-

As an ordinary spot on your world,

Which is  bothering you-

The pain, my afflictive eternal lover, will comfort me.

Ο ΜΕΝΤΟΡΑΣ ΠΟΝΟΣ

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Είμαι γεμάτη, συναισθηματικά πλήρης.                

Έζησα για δέκα ζωές, αγαπήθηκα.

Αγάπησα και αγαπώ με πάθος.

Γεννώ ζωή, προώθησα τη ζωή.

Δίπλα μου οι άνθρωποι χαρούμενοι σταθήκαν.

Ρουφώντας κι από τη δική μου τη χαρά.

Πέρασε ο χρόνος ΄ κατάλαβα ο πόνος

Υπήρξε ο μεγαλύτερος ο δάσκαλός μου.

Σαν σε κοιτούσα , κρατούσα σου το χέρι,

Σαν σε φιλούσα δίχως να σταματώ, που πολύ σου αρέσει,

Σαν σου δινόμουν ασυστόλως, τόσο που φοβόσουν,

Σαν σ' αγαπούσα απόλυτα,  ενώ εσύ απορούσες γιατί...

Εκείνος ήταν ο μέντοράς μου, αυτόν να ευχαριστείς!

Και πάλι τώρα, που  εσύ μ'αποφεύγεις- 

Σαν  συνήθη λεκέ στον κόσμο σου, που πλέον σ' ενοχλεί-

Ο πόνος, ο αλγηνός μου αιώνιος εραστής θα με παρηγορεί.

THE FIRST FEAST, by Chryssa Velissariou

A couple of sparrows were charmed 
In a cage up there enclosed.
How do they as robins  seemed
Together as their tones chirped?


Harmonic, identical;
They sing songs melodical.
In  immortal waters,
They swim in the flowers!

How  they're pecking in the dask,
As if it 's their  ceaseless task!
How  they're  creating  in  Ether
Such an indelible  prayer!


What if their wings are broken?
What if time  always stolen?
Flew in insatiable attraction
The world became distraction!


Those two had precious dest'ny,
In  love's golden Bethany,
The methexis wine to drink,
Joined together in life's feast!

TO PUT ABOUT MY SOUL

Late! I did it all
The unnecessary; but I'm crawling...
To please them, whom I love!
My man always dissatisfied ...
He would prefer the superwoman,
Who suited him until recently ...
But it's too late! I can not stand it anymore!
I'm consumed! I'm collapsing!
It is hard to see
The eyes of my children
rounded off by sadness:
"Will it be again nice
As in the past, Mom? "
There is that reason to fight.
It was freely given to me this task
So I'll continue to insist!
But I need new perspective
And another color spectrum!
The chrysalis is hatched in the cocoon ...
Wait! Spring always returns.
As long as we want life...
Besides, what more is there, indeed,
Except the nothingness?
Sorry ... I'll take the first!
Life! As long as it lasts!
It is so wonderful, so
Exciting, the communion of life!
There is always something to feel!
Ears and soul meet
The incessant, the enjoyable
Chirps of the beings!
My lost half, you will be echoing
Constantly in there! You've been incorporated!In the before, the after and the forever.Your tones , though monotonous,
Are essential in the synthesis of My happiness 's Melody  .

FESTAL LIE

I'm cold!
And the recollection
Of your face 
That time before ...
Does not comfort me!


If you might be here!
You exist, though
You are not now
The same ...
Inappropriately mine!


I'm cold!
I do not own
On you
Even that minimum!
I prepared a festal meal
At the table of nothingness!


Merry Christmas, then!
Cheers ... You, unknown!
The wine of tears is freezing ...
I am a hopeless drunken ...
Otherwise I wouldn't look desperate,
This glorious night too,
For your bleeding soul ...

AS PENELOPE

I Blame Thee Not ,
Grim companion fate!
But Thou hast waited for me ...
Waited with patience
To meet me weak!
And then Thou hast nailed me!
I do not accuse Thee;
For so long wove I
Then unravel I faithfully
As beautiful Penelope,
Daughter of the Amyclae's king
Ikarius and of Perivoia...
He was not brave yet 
My Odysseus and did
Never claimed me!
Ηunkered down, he stayed at Calypso's,
That seductive nymph-witch !
And he left me to flounder
Among flirtatious suitors,
Presumptuous uncouth snails,
Who made ​​me hate
The allurments of my body...
I stay alone enclosed up there,
In the comfortable chamber of my soul
To bewail, that I have
Been lost! That I did not wanted
To attempt a flight out of here!
Thou was preying, therefore,
For years , Thou avengeress fate!
My thirsty poor soul
To make bleed, insidiously from within...
I have said it again!
I shall not blame Thee !

CARBONISATION!

Thou threw thy eyes on me ...
I glowed like a goddess!
These unexpected beams! Which instead of absorbing My light, they are emitting it!
Although other-lighted I became through thee bright.
Colourful innocent butterflies;
Well of buzzing May beetles;
They come to be burnt by me.
Instead of this fire ship loss,
Both glorious and carefree,
They crush on my coarse rock,
Or drown in the awful swamp
Of my carnivorous mediocrity...
Stop, then, looking at me!
Stop brightening me ever
With thy dazzling sorrows!
Only by thee shall I be redeemed.
Thy glance wish I to see At my last hopeless breath!
I 'd be carbonized in a 
Final torchbearer flame.
Same our composition Graphite and Diamond ...
I  a Graphite , thou the Diamond!

THE PRICE

Outside it is raining.
I do not sleep.
I work endlessly.
I'm exhausted.
That way I don't think.
That way  I don't remember.
I know now what I mustn't... 
I must not hope.
It must not feel.
Because I hurt you
More then ...
I 'm no longer your life ...
I am your death!
Beloved!
So death should
Hide in the grave,
Rot in the soil.
I ceased to serve  
The beautiful ...
I'm savoring the vinegar
Of my excesses
I pay the price.
Let it be...

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