My friend, sometimes, I just want to apologise Not for my actions, but for my past For me; as part of the community, that brought you down for years Life gave me insights; Insights, I wish could have when I was younger. My friend, life for you was an indescribable pain And what we did? … Continue reading My friend Christos.
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A Netflix story.
Photo by Burak K on Pexels.com In this culture diet, at night, I consume art with bulimia. I am searching for truth in media, like a junkie searches food in a garbage bin. My creative juices; sold in an unholy agreement to a thirsty capitalist. The door is open; but I haven't learned to walk … Continue reading A Netflix story.
Bureaucrat.
Photo by Craig Adderley on Pexels.com The closet is standing there. Tall & wide, taking all the space it needs. Fresh clothes smelling like spring. Winter jackets with fake furs. Closets: Steady, wide and useful to people. The opposite of me. The closet looks strict but the living room has a chill vibe. A sofa … Continue reading Bureaucrat.
The night we watched the stars falling.
Photo by Roman Gruchow on Pexels.com In another woman's hands. Yesterday, I watched the stars. Felt the purity of childhood once again, Felt as virtue of mature men. Glad to see your eyes in the sky, Missed your face, it’s been a while. Strange feeling, deep as roots, As the falling star, in sky fire … Continue reading The night we watched the stars falling.
Cubicle Office life.
Photo by Burst on Pexels.com In a state of non return years ago we took the wrong turn If that is life's best, after 67, to live the peaceful & rest seems more glorious dying young in your attempt to rob a bank. For their dividends we are dying old. For the illusion of safety, … Continue reading Cubicle Office life.
Poetry in Punk.
Fat Mike of NOFX. ''There's a holeIn my mind Where the sunUsed to shine MemoriesIn black and white. But that's okayI'll have a talk With this dive barOn a long walk Along the shortest pierAnd watch it disappear Along the shortest pierAnd watch it disappear.''
Bloody smile.
Edward Norton - Fight Club Too drunk to go to sleep, too tired to stay awake. .. The pain seems real tonight. .. I was shadow boxing with life today, she had fast moves and punches surprisingly well. .. A strong left jab in the jaw, brings me to my knees, laughing off the extreme … Continue reading Bloody smile.
Voiceless.
The power of the noise. The white sound of a broken TV. The millions of meaningless content just for attention. Videos that generated from AI readers. The war on catching eyeballs. The sugar coating of an existence dedicated to serve pleasure. Listen the Gurus! They know! Stop the voices that do not serve us. Shut … Continue reading Voiceless.
Vega.
I came with my machine full of noise. Only few months old, at the edge of the road, you were standing there, looking at me. What made me stop, I do not know. My heart melted, what I was feeling, I could not understand So vulnerable you were, so curious. Like myself. Its head in … Continue reading Vega.
Birds.
When I was little we had two little parrots, one blue and one green. One male and one female. The blue was mine and my sister had the green. They were staring from their little cage, singing and staring us for hours every day. Eternally jailed from love. Singing and staring us. The blue and … Continue reading Birds.