FOUR MORE (9/11)

SACRILEGE	MOTIVATION	CURSING	INVOCATION
What could be worse than to hurt the  good? Big shame!	The rest of  us, do not stay idle. Hey, stand up!	I hate men who use nice souls. They are just beasts!	You are my  whole life. Cut the  chain! Please, free me!

THREE MORE II (9/11)

 Yulia Brodskaya’s mind-blowing “Babushka” http://www.odditycentral.com/tag/quilling

ODDITY	ADOLESCENCE	MY KIDS
Who then could make  me cry more than you? Odd love...	Be fair! Do not keep me in a pot Trees grow!	You are four fruits, four suns, four live aims to me!

THE INEVITABLE II

http://www.flickr.com/photos/24443965@N08/2624853203/sizes/o/in/photostream/

She's in panic! 

She woke up and real life was still a nightmare. 

Whatever she created is canceling her. 

It is shouting at her face: "You did wrong!" 

She refuses to reject what enabled her to thrive. 

TΗΕ FORBITTEN FRUIT

http://www.danoah.com/2011/10/the-fall-of-man.html

I do not know where I arrived,
I don't know  to where I go. I create. 
A nebula operative is my life ,  
adventitious condensing stellar mass 
built up stars, romances blossomed. 
I felt,  I sensed disarming, ideal loves, 
of  which make you get  enough, 
of  which keep you filled, 
such that you think they  never come back, 
and when they are lost, you doubt, 
but you deny that they were wrong. 
The worst shock, the larger vortex,
the terrible temptation, as always
the inopportune, the incongruous, the to nowhere, 
the flaming, the desperate love. 
The one which comes uninvited 
to carry away any structured  paradise of yours 
which destroys any  of your balanced data.
The one which inevitably ends abruptly, in deadlocks, 
for those to whom the logic exceeds the  feelings, 
to the souls to whom  the balancing of their galaxy, 
depends on the sacrifice of their personal liberty 
depends on the metron which they put in the measureless, 
depends on the weakness in front of the finality. 
Or I should say it depends on the nemesis...

THREE MORE (9/11)

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ladybugrock/3663979730/sizes/z/in/photostream/

JUDAS KISS	THE DEFFENSE	BEING’S STATEMENT
Kiss meant Thorn was… You nailed my heart… Loss in lust!	All in one! Love is the gun! Hate go! Rose grow!	Have fun! Short life must run… Death lose one more turn!

THE CUT (9/11)

http://www.flickr.com/photos/erix/2158916510/sizes/z/in/photostream/

Oh you!

scratch,

stab,

cold

pain,

lust,

warmth,

love...

sharp knife!

LIFE AND DEATH(9/11)

http://thevalrocks.blogspot.gr/2011/04/life-and-death-dream.html

Why, God,
death
lives
and 
life
dies?
strange
thing
thought I! CV haha again!

EVENING STAR(9/11)

 The "Evening Star" -painting bySabin Balasa
   The Legend of the Evening Star("Luceafarul")
is a story about a young princess who prayed
 to the evening star each night. The evening star
falls in love with her and is willing to give up
 his immortality, but realizes that the pure love
 he has for the young girl cannot be sustained
 in the mortal world.   http://www.worldrecordsacademy.org/arts/
longest_love_poem-world_record_set_by_the_Evening_Star_90145.htm

You just

are

my

dark

night's

star

warm

light

so far...

UNDERLYING LACK

Where are you? Where are you? 
You told me lies. Or a lot of truth. I don't know what to believe. 
The dazzling summer light makes it less visible. 
The shine erases the separating lines. 
But I miss you unbearably. 
Times I want to take off my heart with rage, 
to throw it on the rocks like an octopus, as the divers usually do , 
so it stops to beat for you, 
so it ceases to writhe, to give signs of life,so it  softens. 
I 'm looking for you, I 'm looking around, 
I 'm saying to myself:" it can not be, he will come,he 'll appear, 
it can not be all this an illusion, 
How could I be the only one who's  suffocating, fighting , choking, 
I can not just be crazy. 
I was never unbalanced or too lustful. I was really restrained. 
How and why this happened with you, why then this to die so soon? 
Why, hell, had it to be born? What was its meaning , 
since I'm more alone afterwards? 
I detest myself, when I require to  classify it. 
and then I have to classify it as a failure or a mistake.
I detest my soul to regret to have loved you.
How could such a voracious love be condemned to death? 
I detest the voice which 's sucking my consciousness, 
the one which tries  to erase you as  past, 
which repeats thousands of times, 
-in the nights of the heat wave, when I sweat on  my wet sheets-
that what is worth, what is true, it is never eroded and gone. 
I cannot tolerate another sad summer. 
How can you just stop to exist for me?

PLEA

http://allthingsgirl.com/2008/05/plea-by-ashley-lebedev/

Please, listen to me!
You've  sealed your ears with wax,
like the sailors of Ulysse,
as if I was a Siren,
aiming to make you perish,
singing to misguide you,
you to be disorientated.
I 'm simply here,
trying to reach your hand,
completely calm and serene.
Completely innocent and  empty of aims.
Lost to your passion,
giving myself to your lust.
I' m not a soul's hunter.
I just will try to cure your wounds,
if you willingly let yourself to my arms.
I could never harm you...
but you, you could kill me, see?
I'm so defenseless now...