A BURST

SOLSTICE 21-12-2012

NO HUMAN CAN...

A SITUATION

I am sitting here

I'm feeling cold

It's dawn again

I'm used to it

I'm thinking 

about Christmas

Tiny lights flashing 

behind me

He decorated 

the tree for me

My punishment 

is smiling...

And I, I just miss 

the moment

Nothing

from what I was once

I still am

In nothing

to what I was

I'm not coming back

My grey wolf! 

Make me dream!

You're the only one 

who does not ask me

you just give me

You're the only one

who inclined to 

your Goddess and 

asked her to come back

You 're the only one 

who might teach me

how to get  away 

from this nightmare.

We so often worship

the neglecting 

by refusing

the acceptance

We so often

attach ourselves 

to the "ah!"

while the "ha!" 

would change our fate.

A GREAT LOVE

I'm in love...

I'm in love...

I'm in love...

I'm in love!

I'm in love?

I'm in love and

I'm in love

With my

Black and White

Kind and Cruel

Poor and Rich

Mute and Sound

Bitter and Sweet

Sore and Mellow

Huge and Small

Soul's and Flesh's

LIFE!  

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2012

HALF

FOG

  

by ChryssaVelissariou2013

I do not want anymore

to come back

Even if you think of me 

when it rains '

even if you look at me

hidden in

the mist with your eyes in tears

your back bent.

I do not want anymore

light to live

I walk through the dream's fog '

I talk to 

myself so I can bear the

absence of

the present one in every turn.

Dark my reign.

I do not want anymore

love to feel '

I get pleasure in secret,

even if

you think I do not give in

to defeat,

even if you hope I will

fight again.

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