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...

In Distortion I Perish

A borrowed ego or a borrowed body?
Red or black the bets are set.
Tie them tight, it has been said...

"The moment they cherished and in the ashes of them a new world perished."
As if what happened was enough to protect the ones that chose to be lost.
Eyes reflecting lies laid on an infinate struggle, as if crawling through a flame,
to purify, to burn the unnesecities.
Those pests amongst the "people".

And god forbid me to say that i am tempted.
The shadow unleashed shall derive the power of creation,
for the acts and deeds depend on its form.
A valiant wisdom, an art of deception?

Attuned to the rhythm of a fluent projection
Who shall lead? Who shall leave?
"Thou hast seen, thou hast been"
Colours are made of colours
as people are made of sins
and sins are made of people,
manmade illusions to keep us spinning between the lines.
A spider that got caught up in the web of its neighbour
is indeed a sad momentum,
building up a continuation of the most bitter-painted truth.

Depictures life's blossom
What if dreams were not ciggarettes?
gradually turning into ash
piling up layer by layer.
"Enjoy" them while they lead you to a new decadence.

Then find the perfect urn for a life's memorial
and blow it all away when the time comes
if the time ever comes,
in this world freedom rarely lasts...

And I envy,
the gentle breeze of the wind
for it carries the ashes into the far away lands i've hoped for,
but im not allowed to...
I feel it, noone said that I had to understand it too.

And if i say i was never tempted to,
I would be a liar
So carry them away...
The places, and the roles of this play have been given.
After all what are we?
If I answer it would be an act of folly, a fools reply
and if i did not, a coward would I be called.
Heros are fools they say,
brainwashed puppets in the hands of masterminds.
All those fights for the ash,
of an anon's dream? - a piece of land.
Missing the breeze that melts and soothes the pain of existance.

Bend me into the given shape, if you can,
thinking does no good after all.
I could believe you if i chose to,
the art of deception...
It can hide true colours, can distort the picture
and in there I can blend in
Distort me...
A farewell to the wind, which i was not allowed to travel with...

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...

Naturalistic

I wished to study and analyse nature in places that the human factor has not attempted to alter its state.

It’s really fascinating if you take a closer look at places that are literally taken back by nature. It’s almost as if nature seeks its revenge through the thorns surrounding collapsing surfaces, but on the other hand it can be viewed as a defence against the constant human factor interfering with its various aspects.

There is so much beauty and sensitivity in landscapes, which comes in complete contrast with the wild side of nature. So randomly spread and unarranged, there is nothing to put them into place or fixed positions.

On a deeper level, the wilderness and roughness pictured can represent the contrast in human emotions. The spontaneous and independent part, but it also expresses an inner rage. Just like a rose, which is extremely delicate and beautiful, while on the other hand its thorns contrasting all these, threatening and sharp, they show that if you try to cut it, it will hurt you back.

That's the way nature works... Another system?

I wonder when it will be our turn, when nature's rage will fall upon us...

For Arist

Prosefxisou ston theo tis siopis perpatontas sta vimata tis sofias ke tote tha vris ton krimmeno eafto.

Tragoudise me ta poulia gia na niosis ksana pos iparxis ke efxaristise tin fisi gia osa sou xarise, dika sou, monadika opos i idia sou i iparksi.

Xasou apo ton kosmo mono gia na anakalipsis ena kenourgio, pou epifilassi nea taksidia ke peripeties.

Kitakse to agnosto katamatta ke vres eki mesa ena meros pou mporis na anikis.

Tha se dexti me annixtes aggales to avrio, mono an to aggaliasis ke esi.

O dromos megalos ke se perimeni, ta monopatia omos ine dikes sou epiloges.

Ke na thimase, pote na min kitas piso sou, mono mprosta...

Min trexis, apolafse tin diadromi.



Farewell.

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...