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nico papayiannis May 2016
But why do my emotions run amok, it is only you who has walked past

Sweat on my palms and upon my brow, that giddiness of butterflies fluttering by

You make me nervous, my breath shortens as mouth dries and words evade

Never betrayed,

a heart rich, a heart open, a heart ready

Echoes of "take me with you, away from all that is now"

And I will love you with the reason of no other than to be  beside you and be just a small part of what it is you are

A vision of perfection, the power of your attraction, my insurrection,
nico papayiannis May 2016
Tonight I can see Mars, distant galaxies , new born stars,

The moon, just out of reach but my eyes can spy the sea of tranquility, laid out naked for all to see,

Tomorrow though I wont see , the next person to stand next to me

They'll be a stranger, almost an alien from who knows where, the only thing we have in common is the oxygen we share

In a trance and in their zone, me in mine, as long as our realities dont cross then I'm sure we'll be fine

But today I want to talk, we're not going anywhere and have no reason to walk

Words are spoken, and its only silence that is broken, stern upright and in disgust, like my kindness was a weapon as into your heart it was ******

So today it didn't work this random reason to share thought and time, the lead balloon was arrested and charged with a crime, I smiled and waved , left you there for the rest of the world to see how you behaved
nico papayiannis May 2016
What a place it must be
locked in the mind of your mind,
from where it is your subconscious rears up
and seeps over your eyes,

solidifying,    
as all that is commonly referred to as normal
spreading over your taut skin

the drying of tormented tears ,
set like stone from the barren years,

no release from the psychotic prophecy,
lynched to your own lucid lunacy

the thoughts within a thought where the reason is twisted,
only in your terms is your logic listed

every inhalation,    
a vessel for the next
evocative emotions' emancipation

a fastidious frenzy of fermenting fears
and of premature precognition

setting fire to a flame,
with your verbal misrepresentation

lost and locked in the designs
of the unfathomable you portray

the filter is blocked,      
the valve has stuck open,    
and a tsunami is on its way
nico papayiannis May 2016
I was talking to the dead, just the other day, on my way home from town
Probably the best conversation in years,
There they were, in my memories.
Standing proud, smiling strong
I told them how they were missed, how they still manage to inspire from so far away into the dark
Some though, still my contempt runs deep for the sword like scar they have left as part of remembrance
These apparitions, they never spoke, they embellished reality,
For 10 whole minutes, that had the faint taint of an eternal whisper, it was for me a reality of subconscious yearning
The surreal was today
With the reason of today , I got to play
And as I knew that it was only going to end with an effervescent evolution into the here and now
I said goodnight, and I love you still,
Stay close to my heart, and always our time shall be forever real
nico papayiannis May 2016
For me to be , all that I desire
Then I can continue no longer,
Playing the role I assume
Residing in my darkened room

The orchard burns
The one I planted and nurtured,
Its flames can be extinguished
But only until it is the vision of me I have relinquished

So step by tiny little step, I shall learn how to stride
How to eradicate the emotions, those that help me to lock a door and hide

I will not become all that I never was, or forget the boundaries of my inner self

Its more of a return to the person I have forgotten, a return to he who had such a spiritual wealth
nico papayiannis May 2016
How will you be defined when your are rendered blind
As your time has come and you depart,  will you be remembered with tears from a heart
A life that did touch
Or one that never really amounted to much
Will people cry and say you are missed
Or just talk of how your deeds were tainted
by a devil kissed
As one we are small, but in no ways are we insignificant
Your life is unique and magnificent
And the obstacles we climb are but experience in the making
From day one the wisdom and beauty of life is there for the taking
It really boils down to the decisions made are how life is played
For at the bitter sweet end you can rejoice, or wallow in the self pity of how it is you and your life you have betrayed
nico papayiannis May 2016
thick and heavy in the sunlit air, the melancholic sharpness of uncertainty

splicing through the impenetrable blue skies of content contamination
confusion hot on its fiery tail, obnoxious with it's absurdity

more frightening though, is it's complexity

steadfast with its evolution, a mutated gene moving with us through our  tumultuous times

taken now as a way of life, where your decisions made, in someone else's game they are played
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