ΧΡΥΣΑ ΒΕΛΗΣΣΑΡΙΟΥ

Saturday, 10 September 2011

ONLY FOR YOUR SAKE

"NURTURING ANGEL", MARISSA GARCIA.

You can not imagine,
how angry
Am I with the gods!
They didn 't permit me to live with you
To remove at last
All my "I must" !
You can not imagine
How I am wounded!
They didn't send me you the first
And only in front of me ...
You won't understand
How Do I want
To die with you!
Mortal sin!
I want you more
Than Future, Past
And the unable Now!
I'm flirting with Nothing
Only for your sake!

IN CRISIS!

Hell as Jonathan Edwards perceived it
Copyright 2004. Oil on canvas.
http://www.liv-n-letliv.net/art.html

The Full dismantling!

Mirage

of Hell, pure Hell!

http://ego-alterego.com/2011/03/
between-eros-and-thanatos-%E2%80%93
-fantastic-paintings-of-japanese-takato-yamamoto/

The lack of sensation's hard

Not to see nor speak

Not to hear nor smell

Not to touch you, not to feel you

No hurt, especially no pain!

PAIN IN THE STOMACH

Caught me this pain in stomach,My lords
It says I must still play with words
Once again to confront the blank page
In a battle scratching my soul with rage.
Which keeps me awake, which eats, which hurts
I leave my mate alone at night to drink cool Sherbets...
I make nods of grotesque jittery
Refusing rich sexual mystery
And I cry, laugh, scream, moan, rave, speechless
Bewail, crow, dream, smile sleepless...
Downloading from the stars life and greatness,
So that this pain in my stomach, the merciless
Then leaves me in peace for a while ... breathless!

SHE 'S TIRED...

WHAT DOES IT CHANGE?

Scared ... scared yet I tell you!
Shaking the idea of death
Angry because it is flirting you
Now that everything went so good
You looked forward to live so well
Through passion and dream
As a good father, husband and lover
You would revel that you redeemed the loan
You would buy a leather jacket
You would live in a stone house
You would make to her love in the kitchen
You would make her melted as usually
They would have been the rooms full of kids
One or two of them would be yours
He'd have the name of your father
Close your eyes and dream
Say that all this happens ...
In a parallel reality
So do I every night
Say you get older and have white hair
Say that your body crawls
Say your son do not look like you
But think! What does it really change?
We live now just in different
Versions of the same dream.

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Γράφω Θάνατο ...Πελαγία Κουκίδου

γράφω Θάνατο ...

***********************

και γράφω και θα γράφω

για μια ώρα "επίσημη"

ώρα φευγιού και μοναξιάς

ώρα μη αναστρέψιμη ...

και κάθομαι στο ράδιο

και βάζω τα τραγούδια

πίνοντας κανα δυο κρασιά

φλερτάροντας τη μοίρα

αγγίζοντας το σήμερα

αναπολώ το τότε

μετρώντας το συναίσθημα

και που πήγε η φύρα

μιλώντας για τον Θάνατο

ξεχνώ γιορτές και σχόλες

μπερδεύω αυτά που αγάπησα

μ`αυτά που με αφήσαν

η λησμονιά είναι τίμημα

και φέρνει το σαράκι

μεσ`τις καρδιές που

άνανδρα

ό,τι έζησαν το σβήσαν

κι εγώ μιλώ για Θάνατο

ανάβοντας τσιγάρο

και ξεπουλώ το σήμερα

για`κείνο που προσμένω

μα προσκυνώ γονυπετής

έναν λεβέντη Χάρο

μη τύχει και μου χαριστεί

σαν θα τον περιμένω ...

πελαγία κουκίδου

INSANITY

http://media.kunst-fuer-alle.de/img/13/m/13_phd0575~little-ballerina.jpg

I felt you needed me.

Damn!How is the data changed?

You, my little one,you have changed.

I'm crying for you day and night...

You look for your inside now.

And I'm out of this, superfluous.

I writhe like a black sheep.

I deny your new regime.

I do not care if you get hurt.

I! I wanted you for me

more than anyone.

I loved you selfishly,

I was holding you with wild instinct.

I go against the nature,

you want it or not

I'm caught by you.

What do you want,

tell me. Mercy!

I was always trying to hide myself.

Your love drives me crazy.

I need to express myself...

I heard you saying

you don't want me near you.

Having stuck in memories.

feeling hard to be nudged by me.

feeling that I turn backwards the time.

My ramshackle angel!

My dry belated flower!

I will dance our dance

I'll bleed to be lost.

Any resemblance to persons or things

is not accepted by the author...

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

LONELINESS = LOSS OR ABSENCE?

Konstantin Makovsky's oil painting Charon carries dead souls across the River Styx 1861

Title:	Charon carries dead souls across the River Styx 1861
Artist:	Konstantin Makovsky http://www.artsunlight.com/artist-NM/N-M0029-Konstantin-Makovsky/N-M0029-0036-charon-carries-dead-souls-across-the-river-styx.html