IS IT FUTILE?

Sometimes

der arme Poet / the poor poet

Gemälde von Carl Spitzweg.

I wonder

if showing

my soul it

is futile

completely.

I'm exposed.

I confess.

I fight with

myself and

many others

addicted

to dig more

and deeper.

The treasure

is carbon

ad nauseam.

I hope though

looking for

diamonds or

gold nuggets

as frantic

rhymester

in delirium.

I frankly

am grateful

to anyone who

withstands me.

Loneliness

of this kind

to the poet

is equal

to paranoia.

He suffers

from a special

kind of autism

and he needs

rhythm to get

in contact.

ICE

It is-ah-so cold!
The circle 's narrowing
I was desolate
Now I exist without

Your dream, painful pin
penetrates through
the skin of my soul
I overtake this
wound with great mastery
I leave far behind
my innocent self
This kind of absence
revenges blindly
You must dare to haggle
both your heart and mind
Memory becomes a
snow covered landscape
The icy winter sparkles
white like a hungry
fierce soulvorous beast
The oblivion also
is hurting you if
it finds you lonely
into the darkness 

TRUE LOVE

Love story of Radha and Krishna (Lakshmi and Narayana)

Paintings inside the Lakshmi Narayan Temple, Orchha, India.

There are people

we think they loved us...

It is only a strange chemical reaction

in the brain

They just destroyed our lives

They just loved themselves

Who really loves stays together

Who really loves stays in touch

Who really loves remains a friend

I can! Why can you not?

I've been passionately in love

I was not the one who went away

I was the abandoned one

I never wanted disappear though

Conditions are changed

I never had any hope past will come back

Feelings are transformed

Affection and togetherness should remain

You can not ask me to feel

as I felt for you in the past

But there is something in human soul

there must be there

which is above conditions and quarrels

which can stay alive for the persons who

really are our beloved ones who

really are our soul mates

There must be there!

There must be something eternal in true love!

Perhaps every emotion even love

is a personal illusion...

Well, I prefer my world of illusions

more than your reality

UPSET HAIKU

Haiku and Digital Art by Chryssa Velissariou

HAIKU FEELINGS

to-laugh-again by Bob Salo

you 're a wave you crash on me
undermining me
till I fall


pity great wolf, I'm just lamb
I don't want to be
hurt and killed

why are you upset again, my wind?
blowing can uproot
fragile tree

are you aware I exist or you
feel me as a mirage
of your want?

I will laugh I cried a lot
no cloud will obscure
smiling sky

WHY?

http://mobyjoecafe.com/2012/09/

Look!
I don't
like
at all
myself!
I have
problems
with
my being
I feel
strange...
Why
do you
think you
love me?
Why?
I know
there is
around
a lot
of quite
delightful
deserts
to easy
your
passions
Can you
explain
why me?
And most
of all
why do I
want you?
Why I tend
to love you?
Why again?

ARE GOOD INTENSIONS ENOUGH?

Good Intentions by DarlingDeerest

Are you really someone important to me?
Or it's my incredible imagination
which creates through you a new defensive
redoubt against my hungry needs?
I'm absolutely careless
of your emotions which
possibly are so fragile
you'd be severely hurt
I feel responsible but
the truth is you are
more than mature to
distinguish what's
true or false...
Please be careful!
Lust and caring
are enough
Love is often an
unintentional 
sweet pretense 
Love needs quite a time
and intimacy
to really grow
Love is growing
in a strange way
fed by patience
and good will
We often say
"I love you" in a 
prospective way...

DIVERSITY

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