TO DO NOT...

http://brokenbrilliant.wordpress.com/2011/11/15/overcoming-loneliness/

To do not see me

To do not hear me

To do not look at me

To do not taste me

To do not talk to you

To do not remember me

To do not remember you

To do not smell me

To do not exist

Could this gonna be okay?

I quit.

I elude the pain.

Maybe I 'll find a way

To shut you out of

My dark dreams.

I'm abandoning you.

I abandoned MYSELF centuries ago.

OH RELENTLESS SPRING!

http://www.flora2000.com/blog/2009/11/05/innocence-%E2%80%93-children%E2%80%99s-day/

I'll mourn continuously

Until my eyes will be blinded.

Until  spring does not push me

to look back.

Until the sources of my tears

run dry.

I'm kneeling imploring the nature

to cease challenging me;

my hair to turn white

calmly, without any rush.

With no burning torch,

causing painful burns

in my chest
in my mind

in my vagina.

I'll mourn continuously knelt.

I'll look for my mutilated

Innocence.

SIRENS

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:
Knut_Ekwall_Fisherman_and_The_Siren.jpg

I 'm screaming so loud.
My voice, is heard up to the end of the universe.
Many  are  seduced by my Sirens.
I'm caressed by unfamiliar hands. 
Raving nations and barbarian tribes.
But you are tied to the mast,
My Ulysses
Your ears are also clogged with wax 
You are standing (what are you waiting for?)
Impassive, silent and lonely.
You do not see the boat leaking, sinking?
Better dive into the sea and come to find me.
Is it then better you to be drown there tied?
Are you afraid of grabbing me of my hair 
And of pulling me into the depths?
I am a mermaid and my glance is killing.
Snakes in my hair are poisoning you.
Stoned your heart because of me.
Forked my tongue is hissing,
As it is caressing your face
I called you with a thousand names.
I 'm screaming so loud,
That my voice is heard down to Hades.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siren

DERANGED WORLD

http://www.tunisia-live.net/2011/12/10/
tunisia-celebrates-human-rights-day/

You often mention she uses the Word nicely.
However every time she does it
She just struggles to comprehend human world.

THE EXHIBIT

Whatever I do, whatever I am, whatever I live
Since then, when I lost You,
It is a gift to You.
Nothing else, I can give you any more.
Rejected.
Just my new Self
Packed in  package.
You're the instigator
Of this mutation.
Something banal becomes a rare Exhibit.
"Do not touch!" is written upon it.

ONCE UPON A TIME

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hendrik_ter_Brugghen_-_Heraclitus.jpg

"Once upon a time
Oh my love, 
There was 
A beautiful lady ... "
If you had seen me again,
I would have changed.
The sorrow aged me horribly
Weakened, etched.
If I had seen you again,
You would have changed,
Fear and silence
Are deforming.
I would not be the one
You left behind.
Neither you'd be the same
Who I used to follow  gasping.
You would not be,I would not be.
It would never be again,
What we experienced before.
Keep it dearly inside you.
Only like that, it could have been.
Nothing more.
"...Oh  Sun, please, enlighten him,
Moon, go and talk to him
For my sake ... "
We were whistling low,
Together coordinated,
Just  the same
Harmonic Song.
Alas! "Everything changes " ...
Oh! " nothing remains still... "
And... "you cannot step twice
Into the same stream . "
Afraid to be drown.
Only there in the cobwebbed
In the multi- locked
Drawers of memory,
Which are desirable to be ignored
And maintained
As a salvation in suffocation.
As a redeeming lullaby.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heraclitus

IMPLYING

I hate, 
Whatever 
Made you 
Running away 
From me.
Understand.
What I'm implying.
I'm taking revenge.
Lately
I started again 
To hate.
Myself.

SMILING DEAD

In your gilt sarcophagus
I agreed to be embalmed with you,
my magnificent Toutankchamoun!
Oh my only lover,
I became ill and died beside you.
No one else is  going
Really to miss me-
Besides you, who no longer exist.
The priests ignored the wish
Of your faithful concubine.
They preferred to send you 
beautiful and alone
to the great Ouezir.
It was raining a lot since.
Red poppies might be blossoming
Onto my pale cheeks.
At least, I left smiling.


To Sotiris

THE SHIPWRECK

http://redroom.com/member/terence-clarke/blog/exhibition-review-women-impressionists-the-legion-of-honor-san-francisco

I 'm defeated. I fought with
The ancient Νο and defeated.
Bleeding for months under white sheets.
I defied the Command and I cracked.
I saw a new world, I saw 
In different eyes, I saw heaven.
Everything I had posessed 
Turned into ashes,into Hell!
Was the price indeed worthwhile?
Perhaps ignorance and innocence
Would be a more convenient  aim!
Nothing never comes, as you
Were planning so flawlessly.
I lived the beauty, the dream...
Beneath white sheets now agonizing.
It may, perhaps me ... I could 
Bear to complete the journey.
Maybe I could come through
The nausea or the sinking.
But the captain wasn't determined.
My captain gave up to be saved.
Steeped in illusion I'm yet a wreck .
Alone in a raft full of holes, 
Straight into the raging storm,
In a turbulent ocean,
Beneath those merciless white sheets.

HOPE OR UTOPIA?

Since there's me, there are others too!

I don't feed the Battle

I hate it!

I'm repulsed by Eris, the 

cunning, the fierce, the 

sly green-eyed.

I never worshiped Ares.

Hades is full of death

There's enough loss.

I do not even discuss

About War killings.

I refuse!

I have never accepted

To deal with it!

Why there's War?

For mother's sons' kill?

Earth's babies' bloodshed?

Slaughtering?

I live as a tree of peace!

Bringing forth fruits for

Life only!

The Earth's garden's Beautiful!

Many fragrances,

And colors!

I adore its differences,

Earth's triumph'll be to 

sustain them!