Last night's dream

It's part of the treatment, myself told me last night,
to sit and try to relax at places where you would give your ultimate fight.

You can see your body, that way, from distance
laying, hanging peacefully, out of thoughts with no resistance.

You can change places every day, staring at the trees,
walking side by a river or just lay underwater,

but take some moments, hold your breath and freeze,
and watch the greatest of all the times slaughter,

please no, don't be afraid, take it with ease,
you are despair's son and vanity's daughter.

Happy Smiles Giving

I was lying alone in my bed feeling sick
so i created a clone to hug under the sheet.

"This air can't be breathed", i cried like a child,
"but your lungs are fulfilled", my dear clone replied.

I asked for a story, a bedtime cute tale
to fall in some dream and stop this sleep fail.

"There once was a boy..", my clone's pale voice started,
"..who lived in a town where love seemed retarded.

People would smile at faces that smiled
and kill all the others to clean the mankind.

But the boy was born crying and the neighbors did heard
so they grabbed all their weapons to protect smiles from hurt.

Make me smile and laugh hard, said the boy to his mother,
Ι want to love and be loved like all the others have each other.

And the mother start fighting for the sake of her son,
every day felt like war and every night she dreamed she won.

She tried clowns, silly jokes, and fairy tales for Santa Claus,
she tried hard with truth and lies but it was all a lost cause.

Then she paid a famous actor to teach the boy how smile should be
and he became the best of smilers, so he was acting to be free.

For long years this play hold when one day he came of age
and he noticed in the mirror ugly wrinkles from the rage.

But he knew he should be strong
cause not smiling was wrong.

So he hid into his room, took a needle and black thread
to sew his lips wide to his ears, so he could live without a threat.

In time he got so sick and tired that some nights he cried for cure,
he didn't know if he was happy, loved or hated, rich or poor.

Till some day he met a girl, pretty and kind just like his mother,
he smiled true smile, fell for her eyes, and named her, his significant other.

They made sweet love in every glade, bathroom, bed and elevator
but he once teardropped by passion and she called him 'filthy traitor'.

Not believing what just happened he ran faster than his thoughts,
drank every last tear to get drunk and tried to breath sniffing his snots.

Doomed to love her, he went back, to her heart his heart to offer
but she whispered to his ear 'forever smile or go to slaughter'.

He felt alone these few last seconds, but he was free just like a bird
and he was happy to escape from all the fake he saw and heard.

He screamed his last words with no fear, in his way to guillotine
smiling faces fucking lie you pathetic needy bitch (...) and yes i'm a fuckin’ libertine .

And death embraced his body kindly, led him to another path,
where he found a few non-smilers, with whom he shared more than a laugh."

I thanked my clone for this nice story, i did not smile, did not cry either
i just fell in that boy's dream, thinking he was a great achiever.

- Ξεκίνα και μπαίνω - Οκ

Πίνω μία μπύρα γιατί δεν έχω φράγκο

Δεν έχω τα λεφτά του μάλφοι ντράγκο

Κάνω όμως μαγικά και το νερό ματώνει

Και στο ντουλάπι τη στολή του σταρκ του τόνυ

Γίνομαι σουπερ ήρωας, cat-μαν της γειτονιάς μου

,γη της νιότης μου, εκεί που γάμησα τα πρώτα νιά-μου

θέλω να πίνω ολημερίς, ολινυχτύς να γράφω

και όταν το πρώτο φως πα να φανεί να μπαίνω μες στον τάφο

Να μη λυσσάω, να μην διψώ, χωρίς σκέψεις να κοιμάμαι

γλυκιά ασφυξία, μέθη, μαύρα αστέρια τίποτα δε θα θυμάμαι

Εδώ δε θέλω να’μαι. ΕΓΩ δε θέλω να’μαι. σπρώξε με κ ας πέσω όπου να’ναι

Μέσα σε μια μαύρή τρύπα να γίνω μάρτυρας του χρόνου,
ποιήτης της ιστορίας, και θύμα του πρώτου φόνου

Μέσα στο μάτι του κυκλωνα, να διαλυθώ και να διαλύσω
τον προπατορικό παράδεισο να τον ξαναγαμήσω

Να είμαι ο αδαμ και η εύα μάζι σε ένα φύλο
να γαμάω τον εαυτό μου και να τρώω και το μήλο

Να πεθαίνω, ν’ανασταίνομαι απ’τις στάχτες των πλευρών μου
να κρυώνω και να καίγομαι απ’την πορεία των φτερών μου

Σπρώξε με λοιπόν κι ας πέσω όπου να ‘ναι, έκπτωτος ας είμαι,
ενα άστρο λιγότερο απο αυτα που τα παιδιά μετράνε

Τι και αν είμαι ήρωας, δε μετράω για κανένα
θέλω να πέσω χαμηλά αν είναι να βρω εσένα

Στα αρχίδια μου κι η γειτονιά μου και τα πρωτα τα μουνιάμου,
βάζω μέσα τη στολή μου δεν είναι δα και η ψωλή μου

Η ταυτότητα νομίζεις καθορίζει τα μυαλά μου
μα δεν ξέρεις τα χρόνια, τα εγώ και τα στοιχειά μου

Μα ούτε εγω ποτέ μου ήξερα ποιος είμαι τι είμαι και  πως μας λένε,
με ένα πανί στα μάτια ψηλαφώντας περπατούσα και άκουγα φωνές να λένε:”γιατι κλάινε;”

Γιατί ΚΑΙΝΕ τα καράβια μου και δε θέλω πιά ν’αράξω
λεοπάρ θε να βαφτώ, να’σαι το θύμα που θ’αρπάξω

Μες στα νύχια μου να εγκλωβίσω, το στόμα μου να σου τυλίξεί το λαιμό,
και καθώς με φόρα θα σε πιάσω να πέσουμε κι οι δυό απ το γκρεμό

Θα κρύψω και τα δόντια μου. τί νόημα θα’χει απο σένα να τραφώ?
ποτέ δε λέω αυτή τη λέξη, μα αφού πεθαίνουμε μαζί ‘σε αγαπώ’