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Nike Kaffezakis Sep 2010
The line on the sand
A scar on the flat surface
A wound from a knife

Temptingly perfect
The idealist’s barrier
Asking to be crossed

Begging to be crossed
Whispering dark promises
Of god, glory, gold

Seductively calling
“Step across my idealist
There will be reward.”

And the cry goes
Unignored by cur’ous ear
That quickly slips pass

So willingly to
Forget the line they, themselves
Drew not to be toucheded

Then they hide the line
Filling it with their morals
All to prevent shame

they draw a new line
On the morality plain
The old forgotten

This new scratch is soon
Crossed as swiftly as the last.
More soul left behind

Until there’s nothing
Just a dark spot in shadows
On the moon’s dark side
Nike Kaffezakis Sep 2010
Mortality.

People fear it.
Personally,
I do not.
People despise it.
Personally,
I do not
People try to avoid it
Personally,
I accept that

No matter what
It always comes.

Mortality

It’s that party crasher
That everyone feared
Would show up
Uninvited.
It’s that proverbial snake
That you never see coming
But will always end up
Biting you.
It is that distant relative
That you don’t really like,
That winds up on
Your doorstep.

Mortality.

It is that reminder
That our time
Is limited here.
That countdown
Saying we better
Start getting productive
Before we get forgotten.
That timer that reads
Get to know your family
Get to know your friends
They might all be gone soon.
That sign that says
Road closed ahead
Detour to the beyond.

Mortality.

It happens.
End
Of
Discussions.
Either
Let it ruin your day
Or
Keep living on.
- From What's inside
Nike Kaffezakis Sep 2010
Once there was a day
A simple, plain day
With a middle,
Beginning, and end
With a tea time
A lunch time
A dinner time too
The sky was cloudless blue
And there was a bubbly breeze
As only fits a simple day
As this day was

And enjoying this day was a boy
A normal, average boy
With a large smile
Ruffled hair, and ***** face
With two good hands
A strong jaw
Ten toes as well
The boy played happily
His imagination wandered free
As only fits an average boy
As this boy was

On this day, there was a rock
A dull, boring rock
With no real shape,
Color, or value
With a hard surface
A strong mass
And good aerodynamics
A rock that flew throught the air
And shatterd glass
As only fits a thrown rock
As this rock was

This day, there was a plague
A horrendous, devastating plague
With a death toll
Of six billion
With no cure
No treatment
No vaccine
Stored safely in a vile
Until it was let free
As only fits a bioweapon
As this plague was.
Nike Kaffezakis Sep 2010
Your eyes are cold
Your head is down
thinking that way
Makes Your lips frown

You stand on the
brink of the day
Tween here and gone
And now and there


What will you do
Before you're gone
Do you yet know
It's almost dawn

Where will you go
Until time's end
What will you show
To death, your friend


So please don't think
Don't think about
Eternal sleep
Fading away
For if you do
Then you shall be
Think of what
you will leave

Please think of those
who'll always care
What will they be
Without you there

So think of us
Your family
And how we changed
Your entire world

We'll pull you through
These hardened times
Into the light
Of this new day

So hold our hands
We'll hold to you
We won't let go
Until it's through

So please don't think
Don't think about
Eternal sleep
Fading away
For if you do
Then you shall be
And slip away
Before the day

Before the day
Nike Kaffezakis Sep 2010
I always keep a wish list
I write what I want
And the price I’ll pay.
Be it a target for a twenty
Or love for an arm and a leg.
I’ll pay fifty for a new game
And my soul for popularity.
Music is a dollar a song.
Friendship is always priceless.
Racing suit costs me eighty
And family costs a few feuds.
The shiny new watch sells for forty
Success sells for just too much.
The only thing that’s ever free
Is the happiness that surrounds me.
All that cost is one’s own decision
To tell sadness, good riddance.
Nike Kaffezakis Sep 2010
It’s 10:09 pm
On a dark Wednesday night.
I slosh through the mud
Looking for what is lost.
Looking over ever rock,
Under every edge,
Even turning up the soil.
But I can’t see what is lost
For it has long fallen out of sight
So I cry three times.
Once for my loss
Twice for my love
Trice for good measure.
But nothing ever responds
In the dead of the night.
Nothing but echoes
Over the dark glass water.
As if I’m not the only one
Out looking for what is lost.

I shiver under the force of the breeze
Quaking in hopelessness
Imagining that with the wind
Comes little piercing daggers of blame.
If you had been more diligent,
Maybe things wouldn’t slip away.
If you had been a better person
Maybe luck would smile kindly.
If you had been well mannered
Maybe I would not be searching.
None of this makes sense though.
It could’ve been anyone’s fault
Even nobody’s.
But I blame myself
Because it’s easier than
Blaming someone else

Meandering back to my home,
Hearing the cries of the little girl
And the cooing of the kind mother,
I wonder what I’m really looking for.
Is my search just for a lost pet
Or do I cry for much more than that?
I call out for every precious moment
Between you and me that’s been
Wasted.
I cry out for those missed, subtle hints
That just might have changed my whole
World.
I scream out for you, my lost loves
Where ever you might be, I remember
You.
I shout into the night.
Waiting to see everything that is gone
Coming rushing happily back home.
But nothing responds on a dark
Cold
Hopeless
Miserable
Wednesday Night.
- From What's inside
Nike Kaffezakis Sep 2010
I work five days a week
I work nearly seven hours a day
When I’m not at work
I’m working out
I’m at practice 4 days a week
I’m in transit most of the time
I have something to do every day
I've even calculated
That in my busy life
I only have an average of two hours free
Each day

But what do I do in my free time?
Nothing
Zip, zero, nada
All those hopes and dreams
Become excuses
All those aspirations
Wear away
It all becomes too much
And then what do I become...
If I am not my work
Since I’m not valiant or noble
If I am not my workout
Since I don’t have endurance or heart
Then I must be my free time
Only wasted potential.

You know,
I had plans at one point.
I had a goal for my life,
A wonderfully simple life.
Happy in its perfection
Perfect in its normality.
You were part of it.
My closest friend,
My closest lover,
My closest rival.
But now I am nothing.

I am that dried up strawberry
Stuck to the cement
When the last patron goes home
Needing to be scraped up
By the hand of god
Or fate
Ordestiny
Or whoever is stuck with the job
On that unfortunate day

I am this way because
Of all the excuses I’ve said
All the people I’ve tried to be
All the lies I’ve tried to believe
But in the end
I am this way
Because I think
this is the way
I’m meant to be.

We weren’t all meant to be heroes
In fact
Few of us will make it to pedestrian
While the rest of us
Roll around the levels of evil
To general shoe ****

And you know,
I’m not happy with where I am
But I wasn’t happy as a poster child
Being hated by you
Is just easier than
Being liked
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