Τρίτη, 9 Μαρτίου 2010

Allo enna Kypriako Thyma

Eshi tora kati meres pou arkepsa nea douleia pisw stin home country patrida mou, tin Cyprus, pano sto field mou...je epellane i kkelle mou! Oi mono ekaman me mesa se mia vdomada na sixatho jino pou me poli kopo je xrima espoudasa, alla toso polla apivdisa pou arkepsa je anarwthkioume ti sto kalo kamnw me ti zoi mou, je an en touto me to opoio thelo na asxolitho.

E oi sior! En tha me kamoun na vlastimiso tin ora pou eksanapatisa to poi mou se touto kwloniso, kapoioi asxtetoi je akaliergitoi me to etsi thelo. O tziris mou eftyse gema gia na piaso ego jino to kwloxarto pou eseis metaxeirizeste to san xarti gia to skato sas. Je oi to xarti mou en egrafe Master pano sto plysimo potirkon k strosimo mesimerianou fagitou gia na xortasei o jilios tou kathe kapitalisti mastrou, pou tosa xronia sto epaggelma to mono pou emathe einai pos na faei pou ton kathe mikro thyma!

Oi re ttoppouzoi! Ego en tha geno to thyma kanenos, je jino to kwloxarto ego enna to timiso me mia k mono apli praksi...Piss off...Sta 8 atrofika mou, je kseoroun alloi sto eksoteriko na ektimisoun tin aksia tou kwloxartou mou, pou oi mono en tha mou zitoun na tous kamw espresso je kypriako kafe to proi all enna mou kamnoun je buy to launch mou!

So in other words...go f**** yourselves...Ego allona katapiesmo kypriako gynaikeio vlimma en tha geno, gia na trossin kapoioi alloi pou loou mou!!!
So tired...so alone...so uninspired of working on a job which i was taught to love but which it offers me no motivation, no consolation, no evolution and progression..

Afraid to step into the emptiness...afraid of stepping out of the comfort zone...afraid of excelling in the one department which was meant for me.

I can be great, i can be grand, in the jungle of my tongue.

Re....ekourastika to kolomentality sas, to asxeto professionalism sas, k tin idiotropia kai tin kakogoustia sas! Bugger off, Get a life...there's a grand world that you don't know, who's ignoring your petty little lives!

Πέμπτη, 4 Μαρτίου 2010

Media Box Poems

2nd March 2010

My love like a red river of fire
Ghastly and flabbergasted in desire

Driving the reins with no compass for hire
The dark welcomes me in like a mother on the wire

Erase and elude the laws that were strapped in
The mind is nothing but rubber for everyone’s will

Engorged and exposed in travels of mythological thieves
Fighting hell whilst the hounds lurk in

My Queen has deserted the democratic dream
And a lowly Elizabeth hungers for raspberries to eat

Satisfaction and impulse are softly suppressed in here
The writer again seeks another imperialistic spot to fill

Unteach yourself the histories of Nations of Steel
There no resolution without obsession and obesity

My patriarchal Lover shall soon vaporise in the illiterate East
You Fool! You shall always be a slave to Fortune’s Wheel.




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4th March 2010

Frightened little child that speaks no more
Forgot to tell the lies that her nuns bespoke

Powerful image in your gonads amuses the average
Pacify the nurtured mind of a magician of Stone Age

My Muse bathed in blood this late evening
To wash off my touch which glorified her leavings

Ruined in chaos and ruined no more
The daunting separation of intertwined souls

Butcher our eyes that part in fall
Fading out our disguise for the power of porn

Mistaken blessings tip-toe behind our mind-yards
Dressing our lives with insignificant black ballads

Unsharpen our prison to escape the deep blue
The beast which follows us will soon bruise

In forged letters I keep you still
My ruler of ruin, our love shall never cease.