In the greek amniotic universe

your glow has diminished in the eternal now
leaving behind a thin trail of darkness
that is more of a feel a smell in the night
and i barefoot i with my oracle kiss
with some thought of solitude without faith
that leads me outward to you like love
mystical and shy without any art of persuasion
a saint on my last grain of desire
into the chambers of museums
and dressing rooms of oracle like
tourist Apollo with your ivory Egyptian
sailor eyes now hanging on the wall
eats the jelly of the bull
searching for stoned prophesies
from the measured light
stealing the ancient afternoons
mute as fish angel of sleep
among gold tapestries of flesh
and you breath into my mind holy smoke
behind your eyes fixed like ivory holy ghost


on the top of this ancient hill the most mysterious
objects are still hidden by modern manners unnoticed
myths dramas of euripides and sophocles and the tourists
and the new modern immigrants walking as playing the chorus parts
but aphonous archaic reliefs with fast movements of the new land
our bodies before the music starts behaving
as small amniotic universes
and our modernistic sad spaces are not for real
so our hands have the same form without motion
our walking dance mimic our dramas and our looks suffer
more and more in this expressionistic theatre of life

where albatross rise and dive
in the deep solitude of dream world
where scent of spring unmasks clouds
in the Aegean blue
where butterflies elliptical
fly into a serpentine stream of gold
with limitless steps to every climb
painting ethereal corral grounds
where sea Sirens sing Delphi oaths
seeking mirage of gods and goats
beyond the beauty to conceal
skin storm- driven passion play
of stone gaze and light images of lust and clay

we veiled velocity as chariots of embrace
in your blue cuneiform veins
i see my stillness
and the streaking spaces of bleeding
a surface of memory of lyric voices
whirling rivers of intimate eloquence
in your blue veins where all my fictions begun
dimmed light and perpetual motions
then vanished as serpents and lines
of sandstones of flesh
we slept in the ancient aegean rooms
in the hypotenuse hills
with honeysuckle and thyme
till our veins pulled the moons
and the rhythms of our tangerine minds

the ghost and the birds never came

the ghost and the birds never came
such a yearning the gathering of the multitudes
of desires and passions the holy ghost concealing
a spirit with sole veiling the abstract essences of soul

seeker of outside harmonies striving for liberation
a new artistry of lexicon
priest of temporal clairvoyant temples of self

on the way to the mountain top i have seen
this enduring masonic luminous construction of light
made the journey visible with distant sea
sublimated kiss perfumed by the wind

returning to earth that sleeps in olive groves
and further down to the coast
wind-blown sand
rays of time dew-pearled radiancy
favor even its owned shadow

the horizon listened
and dressed with lights of emerald and amber clouds
helped the land slowly to arise from the sea

a bend of mind
a reflected glow
but the ghost and the birds never came

abandoned light forever

abandoned forever
with this unmarked serenity
here the sea translucent tiny river
the dry river becomes sea
with lean stones without marks of aqua passage
only a graphic stream of sorrowful light
lean light that brings panoramic essence
to this mercurial space
and then joins down below the sea of meadows
transformed to virgin mauve light
and lets the wind to murmur with myriad air sermons
a new craving a new litany
a song of sage
then it suffers a new direction
across and then back to the myrtle hill
a darkened path of royal red with sun escaping
with his roaming eye
and i a worshiper upon its gaze
to see unwoven thirsty wine nights

so let the shadows come fast
and the forbidden flesh as new breath
with oily skins and pure almond eyes
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my gothic soul

gothic angels live in the wind
their hearts empty in cathedral domes
with company of oblique curved devils
in a glass menagerie
with rosemary flowers on their hair
eyes of moon -glow of cursed opals
and bloodstones

untouched and pure emerald golden
passionless bodies ethereal of fallen angels
with mirages of rainbows
i write my next poem on their skin
rubbing their bones gently

their carnal fields so full of light

but in darkness they have no elegance
only monotonous absence
of endless naked breath of desire
that sweep across of my gothic soul

the rain arrowing their ascetic mountain
wind, wind, their enemy of floral still life
of butterscotch and thyme
the other blue pale and white wind
strips the tear of fields that are rolling

angels and devils shadows of pure beings
and i an illuminated soul to the road of ecstacy

my birth with sea light

Arrived then the harmony of light and it was april"s whisper
and i came out in the world
as the sea waited for the embrace of time
to live in her womb and in her loom of dreams
as the sand danced and gyroscoped
kissing the skin of mine i slept with seascape breast
of low mauve light her breath
liquid aquatic clairvoyance
of her bleeding moon to give me light, milk of solitude.
and bare virgin emotions run inside of mind as waves of soul
were born of salty air and seagull -song quarreled
that split and rimmed my heart with poetic polyglot sadness
born by the aegean sea of love and her phosphoric eyes.
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the art of seeing the end

your sight is lowering
your crystalized heart is opening
left behind the paper land of need
as i find my Karma my
heart
(leaf) will be shivering
the breath of time
transmitted by your
night's pale eye(the sea)
blown to life by the wind
scenes, moving between waves
when the night's fragments
leaping into stolen murals(images of youth).....
oh these movements of my mind
among lilac lost shape of light
and needles of almond new moons of iris
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South curves for broken poetry

her incised lines wanted boys immersed in varnish before her mirror
In her longing to nest curves are hiding
unworshipped left breast (her right is showing)
brown color sales girl indigenous( i do the coloring)
to catch the light paper moon whispers
she desires me in a faded box of gold
blond-bodied girl with her shirt-tails out ( i changed the chrome)
always burning my old skin at lenox square

magic woman

i am a river sailing turning you into nymph with
passionate tectonic balconies
radiance of
anguished lover
by gulls in the sand
unveil the path as the seer
body of light curves your gentle lines,
white hands sin the lust of black fields
the youth of sculpture and the ecstasy
reveals all of winepresses and grapes of love
like the memory of
dreams of flesh in the harvests of shadows
I blame you you blame me
with the black instincts all given inside the white linen
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a thief of rose

stealing once


with tenderest care
gliding through your body dry land your harbor yet
not found
of beauty of spring
that flits now a small shadow
erotic grasp of hand
remembers of rose fragrance
always burns me with passion as
romantic found touch
so much i want to live for and remember
not tears and moans
non- menacing turquoise smiles

sank in my bedrooms of dusk
it is all moonstruck veins
circular essences entering
bleeding the sea of your eyes
of azure light

i ride your dark body accepting your gravity

shifting red and blue touch

to take to steal your world
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once a life of lovers

beneath the surface of symphonic night
where strings and passions of heart reside
this impetuous surge of romance composed
and quarrel with light and shadow old
my idle eyes faceless movements do not see
quester icons in motionless aura
discover not a certain lover
and hollow sinful man of consummate desires made
without beauty and wealth of slave passion play
being a mere object of desire mate
years of hidden solitude of love fictional
recurrence of lust mythical offer

my life my life my breath my breath of soul
as only early dawn with mauve clouds vanishing
with certain paper smiles one- half so beautiful
crashed through my vision over ebony
transparent your eye erotic
space offered as fountain of youth
cut out of clouds in the dusk without faith
forgetting the movements of
paths that corrupt
my vision images of the vanishing,
surrounded now by
rustic light the rising suns
winds and tides your figure
authentic sensory marble butterfly
a carnal alchemy of hand into your depths

i left my life(flying notes)

i left my life to get away from the greater emptiness
this unassigned world with no kind centers
commercial winds and commercial lights`
now in the clouds flying like albatross positioned
in the sky sandbars empty bone_white
stained with memory and the speed of light
there is only a small window-that lets me worship the earth
bound for the beginning of nothingness
again with faintest lisp with no real architecture or ancestry of Art(love)
my future cordiality saltiness have only the saltiness of blood

lips of strangers of the new strange land
painted and darkened with the wolves-light falling
drawing with me in the pool of the world
with my aqua spirit lost i give up the ghost
and like a new virgin tied to my desire
i seek a new anarchy a new opium
a new monotony a new tyranny

i left my life to get away from this greater emptiness
and now i am positioned for a new flight waiting for the new gods
and the new wind to commence the Doric journey

postcard(School Of Modern poetic movement)

thousand miles away from your forbidden breast
(without breathing) only in memory
i cross the oceans
to avoid your slavery(of thought)

opaque touch mixed with shadows
i enter your moonlight.
bleeding slowly away
for the machinations of flesh


and try to give eyes and warmth
to my loving stranger with a scent of lemons
in her carnal labyrinth translucent
litany for lilac lust

my melpomene(muse of tragedy)

Unsung lamentation, love you are.
this measurement of my lonely erotic life.
my rage against passion
you are my poems my broken pieces of art
you are the Darkness that is beginning.
that light that descents to void hearts
two rivers we are in one
like blood sprouting in our atrium of soul
that becomes lust in the senses
and gleam in your eye- tears
in the azure murals and
rose petals set off against the aegean wind

ONE

the blue fabric sea of meadows listening to the sermons of the wind
seaward gaze red flame sky dust of roses
it has been long
since the circular burning beds seen new lust
arriving on the verge of youth
do not burn my eyes
with your black silk lips
let me sleep let me sleep with
lightness and delicate sense movements
hieroglyphic syllables and silent waves
i am as leaf in breeze in stillness and in tempest
an old soul formless like sea abyss stirred - agonised
my symbolism is vanishing so
sent your eyes with a bond of flesh
for mending in the nest of turbulant hearts
say no words my tangerine opening
and become a dream of moon touch


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School of Modern Poetic Movement
----------------------------------------------------------- we are surrealists to open the vistas of poetry through observation of the dream state and the free play of thought.
structures and conceits are of artistic innovation and experimentation, declaring a radical disassociation of standard poetic forms
thalasa7( Founder)

the erotic manuscript of nothingness

setting free the ghosts phantoms of
allurement.
the elegance of solace
the lyricism of nothingness that is how i always start
this tension of symmetrical infinity
I have a monogamous fear of sentiment
this void archaic euphonious yearning
to feel the pure light the unsure metaphor
the vast emptiness the vast nothingness of the eternal now ,as opulent melancholy of the self, the sea
nothingness follows me like the muses followed orestes,like fate followed oedipus
blind now torn the metaphors of mind
drinking the scent of the aegean sand
olive tree colour in the end of waves bleeds shades of blue
not seen but felt as lament liquid adagios
where the lilac toneless desires whiteness
nothingness eyes as multicolour sea air ... gods sea wind
for nothingness I write for nothingness I cry
setting free the ghosts phantoms of
allurement a kiss is condensed menacing,
of black marble soma flesh
the dream woman of anonymity
timeless
polyphonic my flesh air torn of skin and sight and words of butterflies
lures shadows
fade and pass as pointless afflictions burning ashes in line with the veins of spirit erotic
a thesis of love rainbows in view of the stanger
of the great unknown of the heart"s vibrance
the clock stops but she does and does not touch
her pulse has reached a great impasse
eyes of cotton-fields hands of mirage that comes over the sea
and these is how it comes and this is how it goes
broken false stars crossing the rivers ever set visible
kissing her moons and touching her hearts

Kalimnos island(07)

the sun is refusing to follow my broken shadows
my steps antagonistic to the murmurs of my heart
engulfs my blood
like the sea the gulf's crevices
why the absorbed narcotic salty wind
bends space and gravity
disillusionment offerings
maybe an end of light is near.
i watch the natural theatre blue tones flatten space human
mental photographic spaces
to walk on them fly on them
down in the end of the cove
images were of sailors people
of emotion earth-toned colours and oceanic
supplanted with brighter colours of their eye
fainted with the passing of time
would cut you if you touched them
poetic works with no structure
not continuum (stopped) moment in time
women half naked primitive masks
,objects collage of desire
fallen in love in my mind and movements
of sadness monochromatic
returning to my own psyche
different shades of blue
the paint of my soul revitalised

Purity

there is such a purity in loneliness
for my fleeting blind dreams
give auras of touch and sight
in the realm of world of hope and desperation alike
gyrated swirling in the wind of fate
over the insistence of my soul
over the power of madness in the barren spaces of love
revising me like burning orange light
in the semicircle of my dark mind
there is such a purity in loneliness

the lost aegean manuscript

standing in front of beauty even the part of artistic blindness
suffers a new reality of visualisation the part of metric consciousness
to manipulate to examine. the optic comes cerebral
from the previous journeys of the brain.visuals of the soul can only
be explained with poetry since the muse has a dose
of magic given by the genetic creator that may be from the theon or the
the panoramic. our eyes remain ever hedonistic so they want to see beauty

imagine the sirens
imperfect quantum mechanic essences
of ethereal reflections
in the white light and
the tiny movements of life
apparent as stillness
cannot be captured in language.
only accidental glances to the sea
a gust of wind
rushes the swell of waves
brushes the sunlight
and my burn face
all primordial spaces arise like
the morning,like woman
takes my lips
and the land, between them
out into the glare
your face of sand like wet flag
like a sail has disappeared.
colours inherited from the days of milk and honey
and the ruby_dark oily nights now scattered by the wind of dreams
in your skin of your old touch
you filled your eyes with multitude
and empty breaths of the sea

words fallen from the mouth of thorn
staggering to the rhythm of gravity
under the weight of a dream
liquid snakes, the rays of the moon
dead nightshift beyond death
the essence of nothingness
the blue doves and the white clocks
emerging disappearing in the immense
solitude
the green-shadow virgin
anticipating the warm blood
the light madness that creates magic sexual images
glass Oriental cities with no people
bourgeois cathedrals with no streets

death of love

her eyes a landscape in cloud and mist
On her mountain tops I am words touch a dim light of desire
of ink is my blood ancient poem painted
from the long silences to the peak of her heart
spreading blood and kisses for the lonely dreamers
inside of time as short-lived embrace
a breeze that blows the deterioration and the darkness
to reverse the melancholy the clockwork of lust
across the field of loneliness in her senses
I know that she is leaving me and chooses for herself
the death of love

In the sea

of banal-euphoric
tension that lures
primordial space
transparent blue
how it runs but remains the same the current
solemn rite desire creates blind love
like a sail eruption of remembering the wind
languished to satisfy my flesh
orphaned to measure love
like a revisited shadow
no longer belonging to
moonglow's absense
the emerald of hearts
breasts blessed opals
bloodstones lips
anesthetized
blind rainbow eyes
white almond lush carnal
body gleaming when touched
my last refuse your last
bath in the sea