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 Oct 2018 Zizaloom
Nikos Kyriazis
A blue cat is quivering
inside a recumbent statue's eye
Its wintry eyeball
a bleak shelter to her
She ponders to be grabbed
by a cypresse that soars around
But she dares not
to attempt the leap
You see...
the statue is fastened
to a bony finger
And the height at the firnament
is tremendous
So she remains dormant,
snared to the will of time

Some pewter birds flying above
Celebrating their capability to fly
 Oct 2018 Zizaloom
Nikos Kyriazis
Roaming into a scarlet galaxy
Neptunus whales flying above
The elder fates their riders are
Approaching near an eerie gleam
Enormous stalactites shimmering azure
Its core lies into my unconscious ocean
Colored universal textiles mingled
Rays connecting the pillars
A way for the planets to touch each other
Transcendental energies our pavillion
Your sigh resonates into the other side
What they don't know
Won't hurt them
Not here to desert them
Or try to convert them
Effects that I happen to have
Inadvertent
But certain am I
What these people teach me
Born from not but the dirt
To grow into a tree
In their dormancy sleeps
A compassion for life
But their lot in it sharpened
It into a knife
And a spear tip to stave off
The predators lurking
I'm simply an herbivore
Shepherd observing
 Oct 2018 Zizaloom
Al
The music plays, tones rise and fall, emotions follow.

Here within the ear I hear,
as thought becomes sound.

To become the rhythm, I concentrate as the river flows beneath my feet.  Blue is the spirit as I view the stars, painting silver lines upon my palms.

Emotions rise and fall, and the music plays on.
I've wrapped my pinnacle appreciation to a golden smile behind bars,
Heated and aromatic.
Through the lines of an eventless depreciation,
   you wailed like a child through the hardened cords of the umbilical.
I've birthed you,
  from my own insubstantial grief,
and laid out a cardinal rule of desolation.
Cremated languages lose a certified acceptance
A flattened tone of abandonment
Lost and utterly forsaken,
An erratic cycle renders itself coherent and of sound mind
  Deceiving a precedent truth
Plastered in the face of confinement
Self accredited illusions plaster on a face of changeless, concrete contentment
 Oct 2018 Zizaloom
Poopypoetry
Knife
 Oct 2018 Zizaloom
Poopypoetry
Dead inside
Just want to die
See my thick blood drip to the floor
Drizzling over those fake memories
Fake love
Fake remedies
My heart still at war
Slit my wrist
Just one more time
I can't bear, I can't exist

Blood dripping down the drain
Rusty old pain
Take away yesterday
So I can't get hurt tomorrow
Please
Stab me
Slice me
Don't want to stay
I cannot belong here
Won't survive either way

Hand me the knife, will ya
No worries
I am doing great.
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