Life In A Dream

I scream in colour but sink to bed.

I close my eyes and dream in red.

My face is pale, my eyes of dark.

The flashing lights going black.


The land of mine has endless time.

A reflection claims another life.

I am so strong, I am so brawn.

A king I am of my own crown.


I taste the freedom when it dies.

Imagination paints all my lies.

Flying flies arise then play,

watching the skies as I lay.


In the deepest blue there is no reason.

It is not here what I call prison,

but in the fates that stand in lines.

A make believe with open eyes.


Myself swirls, swims and turns.

Spirals until my body hurts.

Burns my mind without precausion.

Reality in a twisted motion.


I am where I am not.

I see exactly what I want.

I cannot help but staying more,

because I know that I should not...

My life dissapoints me furthermore.

The Door

Close the door and look away.

Let the footsteps of the past carry you to your former state.

No need to keep the memories.

You don't belong in my world

as I do not in yours.

I'm sorry but I'm not used to getting damaged

nor I shall ever be.

I was not made to be broken,

not in a world that decays by the second,

not where love hurts.

Here is where everything is perfect,

because true perfection lies on imperfection,

because there are no mistakes,

only knowledge in the form of experiance.

You are as frail as a rose.

Reach your beauty at its best,

your full potencial

and the countdown begins,

mortality of mind.

In your personal maze the end is the beginning,

you are circling infinately around nothing.

Its all empty, your life.

I could crush you under my strength.

But I didn't.

I chose to learn from you.

You taught me pain.

Now it will be as if you never met me,

as if you never seen,

your truth is but a lie.

That's all I really mean.

I''ll see you in another life.

Maybe...

Top 7 Pick Up Lines

"Do you have a map? I got lost in your eyes..."

"Zaxaroplastis itan o pateras sou? Ise toso glikia..."

"Hey babe, are you tired? Cause you have been running wild in my dreams all night."

"Kleftis itan o pateras sou? Epidi eklepse ola ta asteria tou ouranou ke ta vale sta matia sou."

"Are you from Tenesi? Cause you are the only ten I see."

"Are you ok...? Are you sure? Cause I've seen you falling from the sky, angel..."

"Did you just fart? Babe, you blew me away..."

Just Give Me Some Christian Sexism

"Η ΜΟΡΦΗ ΤΗΣ ΨΥΧΗΣ ΕΧΕΙ ΤΗΝ ΜΟΡΦΗ ΝΕΟΥ ΑΝΤΡΑ 30 ΜΕ 32 ΧΡΟΝΩΝ. Αυτο ισχυει και για τους αντρες και για τις γυναικες. Οι γυναικες ειναι ο απολυτος πειρασμος και το καλυτερο οπλο του εωσφορου. Γι'αυτο απαγορευεται η παρουσια της στο ΑΓΙΟ ΟΡΟΣ. Ειναι η αιτια για τον ξεπεσμο του ανθρωπινου ειδους. Οτι κανει ο αντρας το κανει για να ανεβει στα ματια της γυναικας, κανωντας παρανομιες, εγκληματα, εξαπατα ανθρωπους, συνεργαζεται με τον διαολο, πουλαει την ψυχη του σ'αυτον προκειμενου να πετυχει τον στοχο του, να αποκτησει δοξα και εξουσια. Αν δεν υπηρχε η γυναικα ο αντρας θα συμπεριφερονταν τελειως διαφορετικα."

Afto Pou Ftiaxni Tis Skies

Skotinia ston ourano sas ma atenizo to keno

s' afti tin psixri ke afilokseni politia pou me eriksan ta xronia.

Ta xronia pou kilisan san xionia

stivagmena se mia troxia gia to pouthena

perimenontas tin avgi na ta aggaliasi me to fos tis

dinnontas tous mia pio aoristi morfi

ekini pou xarizi eleftheria

ke ta perithoria stenevoun otan to telos ine i arxi.

Petrines apsixes morfes na me kitazun

sti mesi tis kosmosirrois ton aniparxton vrethika ke ego.
Tragikes morfes pou sernonte xoris ixni

san anastenagmos pou svinni

etsi xannonte ki afti...

Ena aeriko mou psithirise ta magika ta logia

tin diadromi gia tou paramithiou tin xora

lipame ma den me perni pia i ora

vlepo to fos pou plisiazi ke tromazo.

To fos ine pou ftiaxni tis skies otan kanenas den to vlepi

ke ego arnoume na gino alli mia skia sti mavri tous tin thalassa.

Trexo mesa stin nixta me svista fanaria ke svismenes elpides

san ena agrimi kinigimeno sta egkata tou dasous...

Truth Seekers

Ti ginete otan mia zoi kinigas tin alithia pasi thisia, me olo sou to ine? An ekini i anazitisi sou dinni logo na iparxis, dikeoma na anapneis ke kinitro gia na zis?

Erxete kapios epitidios ke sou kopanai me sarkasmo ke ironia, pos i moni alithia ine, pos den iparxi alithia. Ne kala akousate.

Toulaxiston oxi stin apoliti ke monadiki morfi tis. I alithia den ine para mia sxetiki ekdoxi peri sostou ston dosmeno xrono. Afti ine i pagida, i idia sou i parormisi se filakizi se akoma ena favlo kiklo.

Mexri na apofasisis na dosis telos. Mexri na afisis tin alithia stin akri, otan tha katalavis pos den aksize olo ton kopo. Isos kapios allos na tin vri os tote, ke esi apla na tou apantisis pikrammena:

"I alithia sou, den ine alithia..."

The Liar In Me

Trekse tora, fige makria. Gia mena pia min psaksis, min lipithis, min me skeftis.

Emena den tha dis, emena den tha vris, monaxa tin orgi mou, pou perni me tin via tin parakseni morfi mou.

O ponos stin kardia isvalli, ta perni ola me mania, tis stigmes pou zisame, emas, mas diagrafi.

To kathe mou sagapo, tora leksis koufies ke kenes, iposxesis adies. Ena psema monaxa, apati egine megali. Mia ikona pou zografisa gia ta dika sou matia, mia paresthisi pou sou xarisa ke egine kommatia.

Ekini mera i makrini, otan tha exo ksexasti, se neo topo tha me vri. To katheti pou erxete, na kseris kapote pos fefgi. Afti tin fora omos girismo den exi.

Eftixos pou Iparxoun Poutanes

Stin arxi me ithele gia ta lefta mou, ekina ta xartia pou i anthropoi iperextimisan, ola etsi ksekinisan.

Oi meres mou kilousan omorfa me tin nea mou sintrofia, mou xarise toses orees stigmes, anepanaliptes ke monadikes, ma vathia mesa mou eniotha ekini tin pikra, pos agorasa mia ksepoulimeni agapi, epidi pote den katafera na vro mia alithini.

Ine skliro na niothis tin aporripsi apo pantou, ine ekseftelistiko na katafefgis se etsi lisis tis stigmis, na katapatas tin perifania sou ke na ftiaxnis ena pseftiko oniro gia ton eafto sou. Na vionnis tin arnisi ke na dinese apolita se mia arista filotexnimeni parastasi, pou omos simeni ta panta gia sena. The show must go on...

Meta apo mines, apodextika ta pragmata os ixan ke ematha na zo gia to tora, na pernao kala ke na min to poli skotizo to thema, ixa pagidefti stin diki mou antilipsi tis plastis eftixias ke to apolamvanna. Tote itan pou eskase mia dilosi san vomva:

"S' agapo... Alithia... Pos omos na su to dikso? Pos omos na me pistepsis? Imaste ke oi 2 exmaloti tou psematos pou dimiourgisame..."

My Black Hearted Princess

This is a song for my black hearted princess
this is a story engraved with pain
in the era when the need for destruction embraced the urge to love
in the era that the darkness took over my soul

So long we have been waiting
for that veil to be removed
'till so long reached forever
'till we were sick of waiting

Tears, oh tears
the most beautiful crystals
constructed with an honest pain
sparkling seeds of the eyes I love the most

Vulnerable at last
when the time comes
and the time came
for your sins to be paid

Right or wrong
Black or white
It really doesn't matter anymore
It's all just titles

I tried to show you the world,
you said you were blind
I said, you just didn't wanna see...
You just chose to live in your own version of reality

Just hide your face from the world that hurts you
shut your eyes I'm here in your darkest tower
frozen by the fear of you
you are just a myth, my black hearted princess...

The End

Faded and rusty memories that decay
the former glory of one moment's dare

And so I gazed upon you...
completely at odds with reality
trapped in an endless circle of sorrow and regret
And so you gazed upon me...
I never hoped that you'd understand especially now,
haunted by the shadows of fears they've planted in my head
taken over inch by inch
unable to stay, impossible to escape
making me feel uneasy with what I felt back then,
then when all seemed to fall into place...

An outlook of a world intertwined with my new perception
the seeds of doubt have been planted,
it's far too late to look back now
when hope seems to vanish
when breath seems to shorten...

Cracks into the construct of the perfect logic,
the one corrupted by greed and ambition
misleading us into those paths we never intended crossing...
They never believed in us
cause we never truly believed in ourselves...
We never found what we sought
cause it never matched their wishes

And here we end up again...
gazing upon each other
eyes speaking the words our mouths could never say,
the sayings of the heart the mind desperately tries to bury...

They won...
It's alright, one must know when to walk away
when it's time for the wounds to be healed
It's alright...
As long as we have each other...

Milk is for the Naughty Ones

Simera tha analisoume tin proelefsi tou galaxtos! Katarxi, prepi na toniso to gegonos oti to gala pou katanalonoume sxedon epi kathimerinis vaseos ke vriskete afti ti stigmi sta psigia mas, den proerxete apo tis agelades. I pigi tou kakou ine ta polisixnasta katagogia gnosta os cabarets. Ne kiries ke kirioi, kala akousate! Tha ekplagite, alla se afto to gala rixnume oli tin efthini gia tin katakorifi afksisi tou kounistou plithismou tis xoras mas.

Os gnosto i parevriskomenes entos aftou tou xorou kalitexnides, exun iposti se epemvasi prosthetikis stithous, kata tin diarkia tis opias, tous exoun prosthesi mia idiki siskevi telefteas texnologias pou energopiei tin eikositetraori roi ke paragogi galaxtos apo tous mastous, me skopo tin extra efxaristisi ton pelaton tous.

Fisika omos, gia galaxtoviomixanies, afto den itan ena gegonos pou emine aparatirito. Sintoma paratirisan oti to fisiko athropino gala iperexi se gefsi ke threptika sistatika, kirios omos paratirisan to miomeno kostos tou ke etsi apofasisan na to kathierosoun. Opos itan anamenomeno, afti i allagi den eftase sta aftia tou koinou, gia evnoitous logous.

Afto omos pou den provlepsan oi galaxtoviomixanies itan ta side effects aftou tou galaxtos. Oi kalitexnides os gnosto se olous mas, kouniounte ke fisiko epakoloutho ine to gala tous na ine ke afto kounisto. I katanalosi aftou tou kounistou galaxtos exi os apotelesma tin metatropi tou idiou tou atomou se kounisto afu kuniete mesa sti stomaxiki kilotita tou afto to gala, gia ores oloklires meta tin kataposi.

Tora kseris tin alithia! Xrisimopiise sofa tin gnosi pou apekomises ke metadose afto to minima me tin elpida afipnisis tou laou sou.

What lies beneath the light

In the core of your innermost fantasies
lies an alluring truth
where all the beauty of this world unveils
in this deeply seductive journey that unfolds...

Listen to the whispers of the lost
let them lead you to those far away lands
and I promise you won't forget
you won't regret...

Run through the darkwoods
against the wrath of the waves
and let the air brush against your face,
the breeze of a vision coming to life

Mysterious motives and incoherent patterns
Little did we know of what lies beneath the light...

Captivated by the unknown
swallowed by the abyss of infinity
Feel the thrill...

Anywhere but here,
this world so cruel and dull...

Amazing places await you stranger...
Just close your eyes,
you'll be where you wanna be...
Where you belong...

Are we humans or are we dancers of a given beat?

And remember, no matter where you go, there you are. -Confucius



Who are you? And why are you who you are? If it's time to meet your maker, it's the time to face your thoughts which made you. Are you sure you are who you think you are, how you and your life were constructed as a manifestation of your thoughts?

The way we perceive ourselves and others perceive us can change instantly by simply changing the way you think, changing thoughts. Changing programming. Being what you want to be. But guess what: If you can change, you are not real.

Everything that is a limitation, everything that you cannot see as who you are, means that you are going to have to change. When you change, have a look at what happens. You become a new person. If that happens, isnt it common sense then, that who you are now is not real? Why are you defending who you are now, what defines you now?

You exist as knowledge and information, definitions, ideas, beliefs and perceptions that are formed and designed as yourself, as the who I am in the human physical body.

Deceiving others is truly deceiving yourself. Don't do unto another what you dont want them done to you which implies in its every nature that what you do to another, you will experience. if you fear your neighbour and your neighbour fears you back what does that mean? Eventually you are going to end up in a war, killing each other, destroying each other, deceiving each other, hurting each other.

There is No Forgiveness. Only Self-Forgiveness. Forgiveness is useless if we can't forgive ourselves. Forgiveness is useless if we do not change. Forgiveness is deception if it's used as justification. Self-Forgiveness, Self-Honesty, Self-Trust, Self-Responsibility. When each one can trust oneself to do what's best for life in all ways - we may start trusting each-other as self.

Love is used as a weapon to layer and blind the foolish to not see what is really going on. A fool is someone who accepts who they are as the programmed product of parents, teachers, media, religion, science and defining the world around them according to information that has come from someone else.

Understand that the New World Order controls publishing and it is to their benefit to promote love, whether for new age or christianity or any religion, because love demands you must turn a blind eye to abuse and turn the other cheek. Time to stop this abuse and focus on revealing the frauds of love.

We can accept God becoming Man to save Man, but not Man becoming God to save himself. -Vernon Howard

Light never battles darkness, so when you see a fight it is always between two dark forces. -Vernon Howard

There is no evolution.The picture just changes, but the foundation is the same as it has always been. Whether you believe in god or 'scientific breakthroughs', the Truth is still war, rape, torture, greed, fear, self-interest, starvation, poverty, ignorance, denial, delusion and useless beliefs.

God cannot be seen anywhere, beliefs in this world are just beliefs. Evil can be seen everywhere, everyday. On Meditation and Oneness: If you meditate and do not experience the pain and suffering on this planet, you are not One in fact, but separate. Meditate till the screams follow you all day, then you are self honestly here, as life in Oneness.

P.S: "Needlessly negative?" Is there a 'negative' that you could live with? Because no matter how much you would like to sugar-coat the condition of the world, things are not going to get better on its own. THINGS ARE NOT OKAY.

Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance. -Confucius

Be(lie)ve

An to kaloskeftis, oli mas i zoi stirizete stis pepithisis mas. Kathe fora pou pernoume mia apofasi xrisimopioume afto to kritirio pou tha kathorisi to ti theoroume sosto ke lathos se afti ti zoi. Apo aftes tis theories peri sostou ke lathous pigazi ke i ithiki tou kathenos mas.

To ti pistevoume stirizete sxedon oloklirotika ston programmatismo pou exoume dexti apo tin pediki mas kiolas ilikia, apo tous gonis mas ke sinexizete mexri simmera apo ta mazikis enimerosis pou «isigounte» ton idaniko tropo zois se olous emas pou kitazoume me zilia tous «epitiximenous» pou provallonte mesa sto kouti . Giati arage se afto ton kosmo i epitixia na taftizete me ton arithmo metriton ston trapeziko sou logariasmo, i tin akrivi marka aftokinitou sou?

To pos skeftese kathorizi ke to pos zis, ke to ti pistevis kathorizi to pos skeftese. Se afto ton kosmo ton pollaplon epilogon, ine telika i pisti to mono kritirio? Ti ke an oti pistepses mexri simera itan ena psema? Exis to kouragio na to paradextis stous allous, alla pro pantos ston eafto sou? Mporis na to anteksis, i tha katarrefsis mprosta stin aprosmeni alithia pou sou gremmise oti os simera theorouses alithino ke diko sou?

Fisika iparxi ke i alli theoria, pou dilonni pos otan pistepsis kati me oli sou tin kardia pragmatopiite, ke arketes fores ofilo na omologiso oti apodikniete apolita ortho, eno alles fores oi prosdokies sou se prodonnoun. Telika, oti pistevis tou dinnis zoi, i oti pistevis sou dinni zoi? Erotisis pou ipotheto tha minoun anapantites...