ΜΗ ΜΕ ΚΑΤΑΣΤΡΕΨΕΙΣ

Θες να με προστατέψεις

Να μη με καταστρέψεις

Για μυστικά δεν είσαι

δε με ποθείς προσποιείσαι

HARRICANE TANKA

I adrift from more

than thousand relentless winds...

You came like a breeze,

why are you extirpating me?

Turn around and caress me!

COLD!

Cold!

A wild solitude

and a bloodthirsty demand

for companionship

for warmth

for a soul closer to your soul

What snugness

when this monomaniac entity

goes near another one of her kind ...

Why does she  not stay there?

What is she looking for 

so she returns in the freezing cold?

Freedom perhaps?

Is this the price of freedom?

A sharp crystal's heart

lurking  

darkly

hanging from the roof's gutter

just when you dare to come out

there outside of the door

in the backyard of your mind

outside in the cold ...

ORANGE

In the monastery of St. Demetrius's garden

I saw two roses cheek to cheek and I rejoiced,

as I remembered you once again-they remind me always you ...

SENRIU AND 9ELEVEN FOR MANDELA

MANDELA SENRYU 1

Freedom's more about

Respect other's Liberty

Than cutting your chains

THE EBONY TREE OF AFRICA

Black ebony tree

grows in Africa

Many wicked abusers

want to axe or saw it 

WHATEVER I HID FROM YOU

My heart

My only heart

My heart is sensitive

My heart is fatal

My heart will betray me

as you betrayed me, you, 

who were in my heart

Did I ever told you about my heart ?

I will never tell you about it

I gave it to you  broken

I said it will smash in pieces in your hands

And even now it bares life although cracked

My heart is a liar, my heart

My heart my crazy heart

aspires to stop fearing

stop crying

stop stop

and rest

stop

my heart my faulty  heart

it bore a lot, it bore too long

for a doomed heart

in the cool soft fluffy soil

there I will put my heart

It won't remember you

You won't remember it

It won't see you leaving.

ΠΟΥ ΝΑ 'ΦΤΑΙΞΑ (ΣΤΙΧΟΙ)

          Με ξέγραψες, με ξέγραψες!

Για μια τρέλα με διέγραψες!

Ένα μηδέν υπήρξα εγώ για εσένα;

IS SHE REAL?

He is standing somewhere there without her... 
Nothing moves around him, if it did he couldn't bear. 
Life seems always tempting, what a wasting! 

I HAVE A RELATIONSHIP

Among various rhymesters 

and other erudite word-masters 

I wonder what for do I look

by writing poetry, rather than cook ... 

The apiece straight in his mind makes

any song with rhythm, his heart breaks

as his soul let his music flow

pounding his drum and where the go! 

The one sings with nice rhyme or philosophy 

to attract noble souls in his company

The other for his sorrows starts writing 

he hates philosophies, he needs crying   

All write, what they call poetic 

to cut them, shame! But it's not logical 

in the poets' bouillon  to go astray 

and wait "thumbs up" to find in your way ... 

I won't  argue I didn't have with Poetry

a crush passerby nor bigotry

she passed within me intravenously 

I go along with her every night anxiously 

I'd say that although she's female 

My passion for her  goes up a legendary scale

She shocked me inside voluntarily

she has penetrated in my soul unexpectedly

She flipped me inside out 

pushes me to my limits just before burn out 

she's jealously  gnawing my time always

from all what I loved she separates me any ways 

I show her off as my luxury courtesan 

and I flaunt as if our love was apogean

I satisfy every of her excesses

I think she drags me helpless amid her "silk panties"

It 's a conceit to argue that I have her

once I desire her then I cannot withstand her

I adore her: she let me  express myself frank when suffocated

without being subjugated to the crowd's"loyal and sacred"