COMPROMISSION

Being Protected.

By: Tuan Trinh  http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=7406848

Destiny
Are you my destiny?
Or did I choose you to escape from my destiny?
Passion...
Are you a passion?
Or did I choose you to easy my passion?
The sure is I need you.
Undouptly you 're craving for me.
You are here. I came for you.
You accepted me. I took what was given.
We won't fool ourselves anymore.
Could we keep ours souls in a safe place
this time, please?

YOUR SKIN

I'm obsessed
with the colour
of your flesh.
Rosy but
not quite white.
Looking intellectual, though
tending to be hot.
It's shimmering gold
under the sun,
pushing me
to wish badly touching,
in more ways than one.
To lick you sweating,
to sense how it tastes.
You are blushing
even on your neck,
near the breastsline,
You are blushing
every time my lust
makes you excited.
I dream these fingers
of your little moving hand-
trying to avoid the heat-
I dream them tapping,
playing with my erected senses.

THE NURSING

http://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/jacopo-tintoretto-the-origin-of-the-milky-way

Milky way
your milky way
You want to be fed
by her!
Her to caress your hair
Her to kiss you
her to hug you
Those breasts
are tearing apart your self control
Those nipples are made 
by your tongue to be explored
You are returning
You want to return back to her womb
There! 
Where death or sorrow never existed
You want to lick her berries
and search with your hands
that little place where
were born the infinite lust
Oh! Your hand to intrude
in the verboten sacred place
in the altar of your needs
in the tomb of your past
in the hope of your eternity
You want to taste that eternity
given like a nectar of the immortals
to whom will continue your history
In a way you hate this continuity
You prefere immortality
you are alive
the little one is hidden in you
In your heart 
in her heart
in her womb
in her breast
You wish  sucking avidly her elixir
Heavens! 
You are drooling to taste her milk!

SUMMER TANKAS

1

I was a bit dizzy

by staring in your bright eyes

as if ‘t was blowing

summer breeze cooling my face

through the island’s  little road

2

what a green dewiness

to the  touch of your gentle glance

as if bathing in 

the serpentine mountain stream’s

transparent sparkling water

3

where did you leave me

in desperate loneliness

swimming on my back

in bottomless Yerevan

of twisting  gray-red algae

4

myriads of sleek thoughts

blatantly and garrulous

slipping in the mind

hot thin sand which passes through

the  trembling opened fingers

5

sleepless the desire

in flames, lit the fire

of the hovering

faint candles in the empyrean

the dazzling  twinkling sky stars

FATALLY BURNT

Franz Von Stuckhttp://www.oceansbridge.com/oil-paintings/product/29790/waterandfire

I 'm crawling towards you...
Like a hungry red snake.
I'm one of those serpents
which are unable to bite.
Only they terrorise people,
by twisting slippy body, 
a hissing forked tongue...


I'm the kind of reptile
just hunted to be killed,
not because I'm a danger...
Just an innocent, blind
victim caused by the fear
provoked by the ignorance.
Better, murder me in fire
true passions always burn!


Dedicated to my fellow American poet B.J. Ashanti. The last poem's phrase was said to me by him in our first conversation. He inspired me! I swear I didn't ever know he likes snakes too!

VOICELESS REDEMPTION

http://photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=5859560

A tendency to go back again ..
towards his solitude returning,
remaining voiceless, hearing, watching.

The silence enemy or a friend,
a double-edged sword, for stripping,
a cry with no sounding, tearing.

His purpose, to evacuate his mind ...
It didn't stop feverishly working,
impaled the twisted snake in fighting.

Rooting about sensitivities,
deficiencies,vastly ghastly asking,
aches of love, remorses, struggling ...

A tendency to take down the switch.
exempted, not predicted the end
Away, himself not to comprehend.

To silence all the pain caused to love,
Furies not to laugh at him,  aloud,
the bad  wounds festering not allowed.

...KEEP DREAMING...

http://www.cuded.com/2012/05/wonderful-photography-by-joel-robison/

What 's the meaning of dreams and fiddlesticks! 
What 's the use of caramelized realities! 
Live! 
Do you bear to live? 
Do you have the courage to live? 
Being able to look the present  outside the box  and continue? 
To be taunted by your own children, to feel guilty and continue? 
To do not panic of death, nor to flirt with death and just keep going? 
To feel that "everything flows", that "nothing remains",
 that "you know nothing" and "no one have really known you" and keep whistling indifferently ? 
To say "I have loved" through your heart, without waiting to be loved in return? 
Welcoming it to happen, whenever it comes without protest, as often it happens, 
familiar with the possibility of its end and of pain? 
That exactly means to be a human, to "see upper" because you have to climb uphill or
when fallen down, arrogantly to get up and to keep going ... 
Beat that now,  if you can!

TALKING TO MYSELF

http://collectingwords.blogspot.gr/2007/08/verbose-unctuous-erudite-garrulous.html

Be not
so
proud
for
your
work!
You
talk
too much...

YOUR MATE

http://justunderthesurface.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/lempicka_green_dress.png

She feels lost
Lost! 
You are suffering
You hurt
Your body is eaten away
She was worshiping this body
How to react?
What to do?
How to intervene?
They say love heals
But you were loved! 
So much loved indeed...
Weakness
Fait accompli
Her sorrow is worthless logically
You...
You are experiencing the tragedy
It's your pain
Doubled in her heart
Insidiously eroding her 
Hidden destroying  her
You are in tyranny!
She is twice
by the blight coming 
from your body
which once was saving her
as you were saved by hers
Contagious loss
Born alone
as everyone...
Deserted now
a soul's blackout!
Slaughtered
bleeding her soul
Thinking selfishly
your suffering worn in her body

Sinking
Neither you can save her 
The fatal blow 
You refused to reach her hand
Love needs a common path
You think you protect her 
She felt just excluded
in suffocation
Begging for mercy
Distorted by your loss
Annihilated in the range 
of your possible death
It's hell
stepped by fear and ignorance


Let her come close
to see
to realize  
Withdrawn back in your  shell
licking your wounds
gathering forces
in contemplation: 
Who could say you were wrong? 
But for her
this distance is murdering 


See
she can live only close to you 
You still exist
her only solace 
Her world was underpinned 
by your common dream  only

Η ΣΥΝΤΡΟΦΟΣ

  John William Waterhouse, HELPLESS MOMENT

Χάνεται.
Χάνεται, όταν σκέφτεται, 
πόσο υποφέρεις. Πόσο πονάς.
H αρρώστια κατατρώει
το κορμί σου, που λάτρεψε.
Πώς ν' αντιδράσει;
Τι να κάνει;
Πώς να επέμβει;
Λένε η αγάπη θεραπεύει.
Μα αγαπηθήκατε! Ως που δεν παίρνει...
Αδυναμία μπροστά στο τετελεσμένο.
Η θλίψη της λογικά δε μετρά καν,
εσύ βιώνεις την τραγωδία.
Το άλγος σου, ωστόσο, την πονά διπλά, 
τη διαβρώνει ύπουλα,την παρασύρει υποχθόνια.
Τυραννιέσαι! Κι αυτή διπλά
με το σαράκι απ' το δικό σου κορμί.
Που κάποτε μπορούσε και λύτρωνε,
καθώς εσύ λύτρωνες το δικό της.
Μεταδοτικός ο χαμός.
Γεννήθηκε μόνη, όπως όλοι...
Πλέον η ερημιά, σκοτοδίνη!
Σφάζεται, ματοκυλιέται η ψυχή της,
να σκέφτεται εγωιστικά
το δικό σου μαρτύριο, στο δικό της κορμί.
Βυθίζεται, ούτε εσύ μπορείς να τη σώσεις.
Θανατηφόρο το χτύπημα.
Όταν αρνήθηκες το χέρι, που σου έτεινε.
Όταν δεν ένιωσες πως η αγάπη χρειάζεται κοινή πορεία.
Δεν την προφύλαξες, την απέκλεισες, της κέρασες ασφυξία.
Εκλιπαρούσε για έλεος.
Αλλοιώθηκε απ' τη δική σου απώλεια.
Εξαϋλώνεται στο φάσμα του δικού σου θανάτου.
Κόλαση κάτω απ' το πέλμα του φόβου και της άγνοιας.
Δεν την άφησες να πλησιάσει, να δει, να συνειδητοποιήσει.
Αποτραβήχτηκες στο καβούκι σου, γλείφοντας πληγές, μαζεύοντας δυνάμεις, σε περισυλλογή.
Ποιος θα τολμούσε ποτέ να σου αποδώσει ευθύνες;
Αλλά εκείνη, αυτή η παράλογη απόσταση τη σκοτώνει.
Δε ζει, μόνο κοντά σου μπορεί.
Για όσο υπάρχεις,την παρηγορείς.
Υποστύλωνε τον κόσμο της με το κοινό σας όνειρό μόνο.