i went to the narrow bridge
it was not that narrow
scaled the cliffs of death
i lived
went to the cavern of sorrow
cried and cried and cried
walked to the very end
it did not end
pondered the greatest riddle
the keeper gave up first

woke up looked in the mirror

biled catacomb of
thoughts grip my soul in darkest
chains which can be loosed

i have not come to
help you we have come to help
each other this now

a deep slated plume
of hatred for those telling
me what not to do
such a mindful waste

i stood on large rock
someone asked me for small help
i weakly chose no

there is peace of soul
wherever the heart wanders
no journey to far

I haven’t
Traced your ear enough with my fingertips to have it memorized
Can’t quite remember the imprints of your hands
How your skin feels on my skin
What your breath sounds like when you soften

But you’re beginning to feel familiar  

And I know one day I will know you and all this
Like the sun knows the sky

how many men die
before the final battle
more than are needed

Imagine being a poet with nothing to say.
Vacant eyes fixed on your screen all day.
If a lost soul reaches out, you slap them away.
You pretend to be a poet, but you've got nothing to say.

Και κάτι ακόμη

στα χείλη μου σταμάτησε

κρεμάστηκε σαν ώριμο τσαμπί

και λέξη πια δεν ειναι







αέρας φυσά

το μαντήλι έπεσε

μαζεύω πικραλίδες

η άνοιξη έφτασε







άνοιξε το κουτί

κλεισμένη πεταλούδα

στα χρώματα της γης

φτερούγισμα το δείλι







το τραίνο με είχε κοιμίσει

το κεφάλι στο πλάι γερμένο

τα μάτια κλειστά

το μυαλό έπλαθε





η άπνοια από την αμάθεια

η γλαφυρότητα από τον σκοπό

η τελειότης από την αγάπη

το μειδίαμα ένα διάλειμμα αιώνιο