ELENEE IS MORE THAN BEAUTIFUL

I came near to your heart, Elenee ...

So near that I could not write a simple poem for you.

It seemed to me you are the perfect and exquisite blend

of Depression, of Joy and of Beauty

With a loud smile in  heartbreaking sweet sorrow.

I never expected to fatally meet you

just like a diamond excavated out of mud...

I was so surprised about it! I loved you, Elenee ...

A Circe flowing, throughflowing and overflowing

Offered , even penetrating the walls.

A self-sustaining flame

even when there is no combustible

Enough she is in flames

even if she is burning her own flesh.

Helenee luminous star in my dark age,

Refracting its luster through windows - prisms,

which transform the painful haze of the external Universe

Enlightening - from your insight -shouting colourfulness.

In my mind, your face symbolises a consolation.

As in deep darkness, the full Moon.

Besides, you are a witch,

Your face should be bathed in moonlight

Even though-oddly- you shine emitting your own light.

Dedicated to my superb friend poet and writer Elenee Stasinou, that the "metaphysical"-seems to me_was too late to bring her in my "neighborhood".  Her latest in Europe awarded novel  "The Woman of Delphi"  Okeanos publications

I ADMIRE YOUR LIGHT

There is a kind of eros

between brilliant souls

that is neither measured

nor expressed

instinctively

through the body

as usual

If thither someone

undervalues this feeling

charring's fire will be born

which will turn it to ashes

to an insignificant wreck

to some trash

No doubt!

You, bright Phaethon,

you are sharing since so many years

the chariot of Sun

you are so tortured

by experiencing the beauty

as you are being burnt in mental fire

If I look deeply

in your flamethrowers eyes

I recognize stars

born in there

but I see also  black holes

Oh, my friend Phaethon!

I exist as your pyrophoric beloved

I discern in our souls mutual

fuming luminescent open wounds

DESERTIFICATION

absence leave us alone as

desert's Simoom does

in sand's crowd

INCAPABILITY

I do not know
what to do for you
what I have to do with you
you are so different
and you ask me the impossible
I'm not able to offer
Although I feel incapable
I need your presence
I feel alone
but loneliness is heavier
without you
Please let me live
in your shadow
like a small parasite which
could never harm you

IN LOVE

Kissing Wolves,  print by Oneta

He looked at me

with his big eyes

His soft enormous lips

were semi-opened

eager to taste

Just for a moment

I caught this glance

so piercing, so perceivable

I felt hugged 

I felt his despair

and his hunger 

just for me

It was thrilling!

I understood so 

profoundly

that very moment

what he was feeling

Oh God! Heartache!

It is terrifying to me

being in love

with a man so great

although so distant but

being conscious

of his emotions!

He is so in love

with me!

Μy knees buckled.

Dante and Beatrice, 1915. By John William Waterhouse (1849-1917). medium: oil on canvas

IN THE DEEP

K.Madison Deep blue dream

Deep in my heart

there's a traitor

a man who betrayed my love

AM I A POET?

painting 'Roots'  BY Heather Offord 

It is so difficult to me
to go out and talk about
what I write!
I write just because
I can not talk about it

Thank you, thank you!
I'm not a poet...
I just read others poems
I just can not stop writing poems
I hope I do not offend poetry
through my poems

Honey, you are a great poet
What makes a poet great?
The readers? Nope!
Time is the owner of the greatness
Time is the only one who can offer you
a sip of this powerful wine.

Once you said, my friend...
Do you want to be eternal?
You have the power to charm
millions of people, go on!
Do you want this or the eternity?
Think! What element in you
is eternal for sure? I said
I don't know and you whispered
Die or stay with your ancestors spirit!
Throw away anything else.

I'm in a turbulent world
living a turbulent life
Passion, love, sorrow, death
disrupted me, disoriented me
I keep in my heart what you said
I must stop  mewling
I just need to quench my immense thirst
absorbing wisdom through my roots
Then perhaps I would dare to call myself a poet...

AN OTHER KIND OF LOVE

BEAUTIFUL WOMAN FROM AJANTA CAVE PAINTINGS BANGLADESH

I keep you in my mind
the whole day through
not feeling firing passion
which burnt me before 
that's concrete but
your love and presence in my life
makes me complete
Eros is torturing me for years
with horrible wars and
painful depression with
tragic hopeless suicidal obsession
I need your hungry but joyful lust
which heals the wounds and nurtures my wants
I need your steady spontaneous affection
which guides me to work on my being's perfection
I need you so wise as vulnerable you are
Perhaps you don't see it but you've stolen my heart.

THE BATH

I want to take a warm steamy bath
into oblivion's lake
To wash out every spot of remembrance
complete amnesia
to leave my body nude, floating, reborn
right out of Earth's womb
to dream of your eyes not thinking anything else
than our bound souls
neither knowing who you are nor who I am
amazed in love
neither being conscient of the past nor of the future
but of the moment
Please, stop torturing me, leave me alone, and forget!
Your part of me's dead. 

SIMOOM

How comfortably I nestle
in lustful prison of my wants
under the pretext of exhaustion!
I distorted my creative vivid self
into a slow moving crawling animal
sick prey to soul-eating hungry passions .
Where is the happy human I was, before?
Oh, I wonder, I lost control? I shudder.
Beautifully I mused undoubtedly in
my familiar cradle of logic! 
Simoom,my chaotic thymic both
excites and corrupts me ...

PAINTING: Simmom by Serge Sudeikin, 1915