crawling loneliness
will not reach anywhere
a shoe without a pair is no use
one shoe is no shoe
and I am nothing without you

Probably
we will never get to see each other again
Perhaps
the weather will never be fine again
Maybe
I will not laugh again  
Clearly
my sorrow will always be there
Definitely
life will never be the same
Certainly
you would feel sorry for me
if you could Possibly ever read this
Obviously
you deeply miss me too

I lag
behind everything
I just hang
breathing
fall back
creeping
lack
sleeping
a constant jet lag
and heart seeping
makes me gag
for one thing
I nag
needing
you

Pulling my hair
out to find the pair
of the sock and stare
at the big pile where
the other pair is I swear
in despair
it is not there
I stop and play solitaire
with a frown and glare
as if I am unaware
that life is unfair
the unfound sock does not even impair

I will take my hands off you
no longer will I worry
don't you hurry
you are already getting blurry
you are now free

death-struck love
we have been shot twice
one in the head
one in the heart
massive bullet holes
and life-threatening wounds
I drove us to the hospital
the doctor told "we would live"
but "we would bleed forever"

each burial
is hope for a new beginning
the dog buries his bone in the ground
hoping that one day he will feed on it  
birds bury eggs in nests
with the hope that they will produce chicks
I bury bad news in the middle of wordy sentences
with the hope that it will not immediately hurt
I bury memories in my heart
hoping that one day when remembered
my heart will no longer bleed

it is not possible for me to use "the newly-wed" words anymore
the honeymoon with life is over,
there are no love words
or passionate looks or hugs
Life just hugs to choke me with as much anguish as possible    
life will not spoil me ever again like you did when we had our honeymoon

to wash away the remains of the
wild tides
the wind needs to re-blow gently
and the waves need to tame the sand  
through kind caresses
untangling the dried out mosses

Ask me not
dare I tell
in a nutshell
I am unwell
farewell!
on us doom
has been spelled
we have been expelled
though having done no wrong
... now YOU are all I long
for. Singing our song...

The Venus in my veins  
is dying every second
before giving birth to anything or anyone
In a love-less, infertile abstinence
through a prosperous lack of desire
a set back beauty and an overthrown victory

You really hate it when I text "bye"  

because you feel like I am parting away from you

I will never, ever say "bye" again

if  we ever reunite

reattaching to the beauties of life
is when you chop the onions with a sharp knife
to bake your grandma's homemade shepherd's pie
the recipe that you will teach your kids before you die

fully feeling things and awakening the senses
is possible through the tasty smell of the fresh herbs behind the fences
when you take out all the raspberries painted fancy plates
open a bottle of red, full-bodied Chianti and set elegant dinner tables

everything is like it used to be  
under the willow tree
we all there were free
then died he

The presence of your absence
fills my heart with emptiness
lightning my soul with darkness
through the worsening "better"s
that different feeling has become alike
Building the destroyed in an excited calmness
trying to continue an interrupted life
full of spiritual vowels and consonant lies
All the sounds of the vowels and consonants
Make words that make no sense
While I go through a “letter y” despair

Sometimes we can only see the blossom
when we hit the bottom
little joys of life
help to strive

I know you care about me
and this sets me free
and let me be
bringing me a cup of tea

I dream of poems every night
walk through the vast sunflower fields with delight
mourning doves fly around
bringing me peace, love, and hope abound

I dream of poems every night
wander around a dense woodland bright
and a red cardinal lands on my shoulder
sent from heaven, I know you are near.

I dream of poems every night
scuffle through a crowd but lose sight
when I run around to find you in vain
you die again and again

Pacing through the desolate forest
with the recalling voice of the chorist
rain touches my soul
as I ramble in my inner black hole

The wind washes my face
as  sorrow and sadness chase
I leave myself to the propelling wind
to leave everything behind

Thinking about all that happened when the wind blows my hair
how could life dare
separate us
and fill my heart with pus?

You know right?
that little bird does not even care about your death
He will continue to chirp and sing
whether you are dead or alive, he will swing
because a bird realizes grief
only if his pair bond has been broken just next to its wing
still then
after a little while... aw, the docile
he starts chirping
as he has been designed to do so
he cries inside but he has to
tweet, twitter, cheep and chirp
masking the shriek and loud cry deep inside

When trying to declutter
You clutter everything even more
disrupting the present with the past
forming a bricolage of me through various jammed selves
and adding new crammed shelves to my brain
clogging the blood in my veins
in a never can be reversed way

Leaves shadow wild blooms
veiling their beauty like dense and gray fumes
behind the dense dunes
through swishing and rustling tunes

Hold my hand and lift me up
if you are there
                                          If not, hold my hand and drag me down there
                                          into the ground  
                                          if you are down there
The borders between you and me
                            split my life    into two
Leaving me in a sad and sluggish bipolar world
                           through high and low moods
We too deserve to flow and glow with love in a seamless earth

A canvas of paint orchids without colors
no odor nor color
a guitar without chords to play uncord passions
a no-sugar, gross candy
and food without salt
trying to put on a no-fit, way too small ring, and ****** bijoux
pitching hallucinations  
disturbing auditory and visual illusions
without you is all about insanity
a lipogram of taboo words
constant and monotonous anguish
just banal mortality...

You
withering chamomile
fading, bygone, forgotten
feel the loss of
love
mourn the absence of you.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder
when the beholder gives you the cold shoulder
he leaves you with harrowing ugliness that grows older
with a pale face that is dull and sober
look closer
and try to remember
me with a bouquet of forget-me-nots
in my hands

speaking the unspeakable, unspoken, and never-to-be-spoken, speechless speeches in an unspeakable way speaks my soul.

What happened when I was gone?
If you ask...
I don't need to smile anymore...

We have become good friends with death
We both know that life is just a feeble breath
We hang out together and he gives me the strength
He kisses my heart and I hold his hand

Death talks to me and asks me no questions
He accepts me as I am without suggestions
He is trustworthy and has authentic perceptions
He is my best friend and has no deceptions

Difficult to leave and impossible to forget
He has my back no matter what
He prevents loneliness and fret
He has walked into my life after you walked out.

awesome awakenings after
bewildered bereavements breeze breaking branches
carelessly costing crowds
dangerously destroying damages
eagerly ending eternity
flying flies flee floods
gorgeously gusting gale, gazing
hurricanes harm homes
intensifying impatience indoors
jamming jars, jugs
kicking kittens
lamely losing luster
magnifies madness        
nauseous naturalness
obligingly offer
poisonous preferences, posthumous pardons  
reawakening remorses
strongly struggling strifes
through thunderstorm
urbanizing utterances urge
vengeance... *****
zesting zealous zigzags

every night I strive to bury your love in the mud
my hands and heart full of blood
next morning it reblooms with greater vigor
bypassing my rigor
enlightening me about your rebirth with all your purity
and rarity

I wake up with the blinding lights of the new day
and take a shower to let the water wash away my despondency
I put on makeup to desperately
hide my depression
then look through the window desolately  
to watch the morning dispiritedly
I take my time to prepare a healthy breakfast
and brew tea
steeping extracts all the aroma of my pain

then I sit down and watch your photograph
and gaze into your eyes
praying to spend the rest of my life with you
before I throw away the breakfast
thrashing my heart

The day you passed away
was it a Sunday
or a weekday?
I don't actually remember when I swayed
whether it was late at night I strayed
or early in the morning on the shallow bay
I lost my memory on that very day
when they took you away

Away, away, away
Let's go to the farthest distance and play
our favorite songs and dance all-day
hand in hand in our own way  
we can now be together night and day
until death do us part

Love takes many names
and forms
and... no norms
true love endures
all the storms
in my heart like Nikos
Nikos, the brother
Nikos the father
Nikos, the lover
He is the pure water  
and I am the natural sugar
in order for sugar to dissolve in water
love needs to result
white crystals to invisible water
changing from solid to solution
the sweet water-love
butterflies will feed themselves on us
and fly to the light
forever...

when I hide my face behind my hands
does life still continue with demands
and all its harshness and bad plans
through all the toxicant pangs?
I will keep my eyes closed and hold my breath
Until you come back from death

I can feel
when you glow
the winds blow
the rivers to flow
but death the biggest foe
too growls
When the casserole cooks on the stove

We have been
sealed
beneath my
fleshly
earthly
corporeal  
somatic
existence
through
tangible
appetites
and plausible
pleasures
of various sorts...

It seems you had the luxury to          dump             me                                            
You kissed me off and it was a          thumb            up                                                                                                              
                                                                Bump             the                                                                          
                                                                chump!
You                                                         grump!
My heart becomes a                             lump...

you             A
and me       B
      you       A
and me       B
      you       A
and me       B
and us       AB

Life does not use commas
It is all about sudden and abrupt dots.
Lots and lots of exclamation marks!
and breath-holding, un-bear-able hyphens
and full of endless question marks
Aw! all will eventually end with full stops
and maybe... ellipses points... if there is life after death...

Inconceivable
Compliments on my presence
Blind my dim essence

my heart starts racing
when I realize that I will never be able
to see you again
It is like an endless pain
that has been caused
by a sudden wrenching of my heart
and a sudden bitter twist
when you sprained my soul
an impinging scar
a never to be cured bruise
an unrestorable rupture
"sprained ankles are healed by ice and time"
but sprained hearts are never fully healed
cold makes it worse and time too...

All celestial beings have met at night
through a stunningly
beautiful mirage  

                                                     planets
                                                     comets
                                                     stars
you-the other-worldly
                                                   ­                             I- the out-of-worldly

Visit me in lucid dreams
                      till I too die

I take oxygen and release love out
I cry and release potassium and manganese

Deepest sorrow near
Nearest sorrow is deepest
Sorrowest is nearing deep

We are left with one body only
Where should I sleep?
On your side or my side of the bed?
My side or your side?
Shall I sleep on my right or left side?
I have always struggled to stay on life’s good side
All this happened was a very bad experience on my side
This is just all very bad timing on our side
You told me that you would always be by my side in low tide
And high tide
Now. What should I grieve for?
Your side of the bad or my side of the bad?
My side or your side?
The good side of the bad
is that although time is not on our side
you will always be by my side

Now thinking about our moments together is like a stab wound.
Some scars they say “are never cured.”
Oh, the fire that you have ignited in my heart was a merry-go-round, beautifully groomed!
You always told me to lean my back to you
And as much as I can, I lean my soul and heart through

Swirling around to find
a good death
like a good birth
Only the finest semina meet the ova
and fertilize
the luckiest to come to birth
on earth
Only the supreme spirits meet death
that fertilize
a new life
Life and death, life and death, life and death, life and death  
Death and life, death and life, death and life  
Death fertilizing life
Life fertilizing death
Playing musical chairs
Through the cycle of life-eternity