Let's write

Let's write a poem for beer
and how far is near.

A poem for him and his twisted mind
a poem for a witch that travels in time.

A poem for the Kids that die in the boarders
one for their mothers carrying fortunes on their shoulders.

A poem for faith and the smile of the stranger
One for the writer, the artist, the stargazer.

For everything breathing exhaling love
and one for all the above.

inhale deeply

Blessed are the sleepless nights
with only company the starlights
and the bird who sings
from 4 'till 4:20 sharp.

The silent's noise in your ears
and the Dawn covers your fears
with the violet velvet veil
It's time to deeply inhale
the freshness of the day ahead.

#nightcalls

It's a transforming period and you are going through a personal growth again
We, do new year's resolution in September 
Our ears are bleeding from what we hear every day 
and you still want to put your Christmas  lights on 

Speak the way the talk to you 
Never initiate conversation
Look at your screen 
Count to ten 
Breath 
and again. 
Repeat the phrase while you walk 

And somewhere between red velvets 
and manic nights you lose it and you find what you've already knew

In vicious circles we still roll.

Whatever you've achieved is yours and nobody is going to take it away from you.
Just a thought. In coherence,
there is no coherence
as you have already forgot what you wanted to say.
It should have been something in relation with politics but again,
you forgot.
You have to go back to the start to recall.

Oh! Yes!

What if a country that thinks they 've achieved a lot (hegemony and power over other countries-states- in all means and/or by all means) aspires the above statement? -the one in the start-
They want to keep what they 've achieved up to now.
They will do everything by any means as they think they own it.

SO,
(therefore)
i lost it again. IT shouldnt of been sound ...
DO NOT LOVE ONLY
ALSO READ.
INVEST ON YOUR EDUCATION.
SPREAD AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.
ALL IN A BUBBLE OF PROPAGANDA.
OF different propagandas a bubble into a bubble 
''a world within a world''
''a box within a box''
Poe and the lad said that before 
copy paste plagiarise 
go in jail -legalise
fuck all im just rhyming
in deep shit we diving diving 
and we all want more 
its all bout greed at the end 

WAKE UP YOURSELVES.
WE DONT NEED TO MAKE SENSE ALL THE TIME.
MATTERS OF BELIEVES DO NOT RELATE WITH SCIENCE.
THE WAR IS RELEGIOUS.
EVRYTHING IS POLITICS.
BE YOURSELF.

Δεν μεγάλωσα ακόμα

Δεν μεγάλωσα ακόμα, 
Γιατί στα μάτια των ανθρώπων δεν βλέπω χρώμα 

αλλά ακούω τη μελωδια της ψυχής τους.. 

Δεν μεγάλωσα ακόμα ... Ξαγρυπνω με το παράθυρο ανοιχτό, 

να έρχονται οι νεράιδες ν' αφήνουν παραμύθια στο προσκέφαλο 

κι ένα φωτάκι ανοιχτό να τρομάζει το τέρας στη ντουλάπα.. 

Δεν μεγάλωσα ακόμα, στεναχωριεμαι αν δεν με παίζουν τα παιδιά κ νιώθω μόνη, 

προσμονωντας μια αγκαλιά. Δεν μεγάλωσα ακόμα.

Γράφω τραγούδια και ζωγραφίζω τους τοίχους 

με στίχους λουλούδια. 

Δεν μεγάλωσα ακόμα.. ερωτευμένη με τον ερωτα, 

πλατωνική, γητεύτρια φιλιών που γεννούν τα όνειρα, 

σε παράλληλα σύμπαντα ανάβω ακόμα φωτιές...

Δεν μεγάλωσα ακόμη στην ηχώ της φωνής της 

ακούω του φεγγαριού το ηχόχρωμα κ φτιάχνω με άμμο ήλιους και κάστρα, 

σε ουράνια τόξα πάνω περπατω και στροβιλιζομαι σε δίνες χορεύοντας χορό των Αχαιών ... 

Δεν μεγάλωσα ακόμα ... 

Ή δική μου μαμά είναι η καλύτερη απ όλες.

Σκόρπια τετράστιχα

Έσταξε έμπνευση ο  ουρανός 

όταν οι λέξεις στερεύουν 

ρίχνει στάλες ο θεός 

κι οι σκέψεις αλητεύουν

Δυο πόνους σκόρπισα 

και πήρα έναν πίσω 

μα τί να κάνω μάτια μου 

και πως να σ΄αγαπήσω

Τρέχει η σκέψη αλήταριό 

και η καρδία βαράει 

τα δυό της μάτια όταν τα δω 

ο κόσμος σταματάει

Δεν είσαι εδώ

Όταν οι φίλοι μου μοιράζονται μαζί μου
αχ! ανοίγουν οι ουρανοί μαζί και η ψυχή μου
αγγίζουν χορδές οι λέξεις τους ,του μπάσσου της καρδιάς μου
βγαίνουν οι νότες  τραγουδούν -φίλες της μοναξιάς μας-

όλους τους πόνους και τις χαρές μας
τις χαμένες αγάπες και τις κραυγές μας
τις προσευχές μας, τις μέρες αργίας
τις μέρες λατρείας, τις ιαχές μας
τα κρυφά μυστικά μας, τα όνειρά μας
τον καημό που δεν είναι κοντά μας
την ανία, τη μελωδία,
που ακούς στο μυαλό
κι όλα φωνάζουν ΔΕΝ ΕΙΣΑΙ ΕΔΩ

Πρωτότυπο

Τον μάγεψε η βροχή
στάλα στάλα τις μάξεψε τις λέξεις
σ'ένα ποιήμα που έσταζε δάκρια ποτάμι
σαν αυτό που διασχίζει την πόλη που μένω
χωρίς όνομα- μόνο αγάπες σε λουκέτα
κλειδωμένες στα κάγκελα - προσοχή στην αποβάθρα...

Να αφαιρείς του είπα
να κολλάς λέξεις ανόμοιες μεταξύ τους
να παίζεις, να εναλλάσεις τις στροφές.

Μα το πρωτότυπο
πάντα, κρύβει τον πόνο
τον πόθο, το ''είναι''
της τρέλας της έμπνευσης
που μύρωσε το χαρτί και το μελάνι που γράφει.

Θνητός Αθάνατος

Δυόμιση μέρες μάτωνε
και έτρεμαν τα χέρια και τα πόδια.
Νερό δεν είχε για να πιεί
μήτε φαί να φάει.

Περπάταγε μερόνυχτα βουνά λαγκάδια
και προσευχόταν,
σε εναν θεό, που θεό δεν έχει.
Θνητός αθάνατος.

Πόσοι άραγε θα πνιγούν μεθαύριο
και ποιος θα ναι ο επόμενος στόχος ..

#diarynotes

Η σκέψη μου ξεπέρασε το σύνορο του χάρτη

σαν ζωγραφιά μικρού παιδιού 

το χρώμα έξω απ΄τις γραμμές.

Μες στο κουτί, κουτί μου ξύλινο 

προσπαθώ να σε κάψω.

Δέκα κι ένα παραμύθια θα ξεθάψω

θα γράψω ένα ακόμη 

και θα τ'αφιερώσω στη μικρή.

Συνειρμοί και τίποτα ουσιαστικό που θέλω να πω.

Λίγο από τον πληρωμένο χρόνο μου να σου χαρίσω.

Ήταν η μέρα εικοσιδύο του Μάρτη που είχα πεθάνει ένα χρόνο ήδη.

Και κοίτα τώρα, περάσαν δυο χρόνια και είμαι εδώ.

Να μου πληρώνουν το χρόνο που σου γράφω τραγούδια.

Νόστος, Άλγος

Νόστος το άλγος
πορτόφυλλα διπλοσφραγισμένα.
Άλγος ο νόστος
ζωή σιγή, λυγμού κραυγή.

Όσα κι αν πιάσω άστρα
ο ουρανός μου αδειανός ζητά ανάσα
φωτός χρυσού κι αρμύρας

δρόμων ανοιχτών να περνούν ελεύθερα τα όνειρα.

Το φεγγάρι θρηνεί το χαμό
οδοιπόρων μιας νύχτας θαλασσοπνιγμένης,
ψυχών που στοιχειώνουν σύνορα,
πέτρες κι ατσάλι.

Όσα κι αν πιάσω άστρα, το φεγγάρι θα θρηνεί.

Last year she found hope

One year ago

October

She woke up, got dressed in her nice black suit and left the house holding a cup of coffee. She entered the door looking straight ahead, walking down the aisle steady, not fast. She went upstairs and entered the room. Fist class in the masters degree. She met ''India'' and a lad. She chose a sit, took her fancy notepad out and her pen and briefly engaged into a political conversation.

People were popping into the classroom like mushrooms, happy ones, introduced themselves, shacked hands with each other picked a sit and wait. The whole class was gathered and the first activity form the lecturer was to guess who is the other person sitting next to us in the room. What was the previous studies background, where they come form and such.. She was the quiet one from Spain. Except she wasn't. Neither the other girl had studied management. No one was what the others perceived. First lesson learnt. you are not what other people think you are. First impressions are wrong. And what if we had a blind classmate? .. Never judge the others by appearance and you can never know who the other person is until you ask him.

She went back home, and she studied ''us and them'', She found Pink Floyd in Hemington's description. cultural differences, multicultural interaction in the post modern society and history of civilisations made her realise that she wasn't the odd girl anymore. She wasn't different form anyone else, and her olive skin wasn't an issue.

November

The time was passing quit pleasant with the mates in the pub every Monday evening, with lots of philosophical, political and cultural discussions, loads of laughter and fun, connecting with each other engaging into the social life and making potential life friends.

The first time for presentation had come. Unable to speak, her hands were shaking and her stomach was aching, scared and breathless she left the room to breath. The essay she was writing about the just war accelerate her mind, with so much velocity than never before. She started thinking and thinking and the days were passing and she was wandering if there is any case in, the end of the day, that a war can ever be justified. She was asking friends and classmates about their opinion and it was the topic she was starting a conversation every time in those days, Second lesson learnt. Breathing properly takes anxiety away and let you flourish. You found the answers in the books. Acceleration of mind is stimulation of the senses.

December

Solitary thoughts made her feeling lost into thousands notes, lost into translations et al, 2014. It was the time she wrote '' Every thought creates a feeling, every feeling creates a thought. Words are gift he said once words are gift or maybe not''. The rain was purring and the absence of her loved ones made the grey sky seemed as black whole, a wrap she was into, swirling into circles, lost in nostalgia. Third lesson learnt. Create from loneliness, turn your sadness into art. Study is a solitary activity.

Happy new year.

January

Time is not existing. Its an illusion like political arguments lost in never land.
She was wondering how is it possible to use references and others arguments to support our point of view while we are not having the right to write a personal thought without justification. And why a justification of an argument is giving validation to our point of view. Lesson learnt. You need peers to  be heard. You need to find those with the same ideas and opinions and a similar perspective. Referencing academic styles help us support our view and validate our thinking.

No more Mondays in the pub though. Her colleagues were going to clubs enjoying the Liverpudlian night life which is full of colour, laugh and happy people enjoying there time.
She was going to a different pub engaging with the locals, interacting and communicating with older people who live in the area for all their lives. She learnt Scouse, and  how to playing pool and darts. -Oh! How she love darts- She also learnt that education makes you a productive part of the society and helps you develop skills like, observation, communication, self reflect and thinking- not only out of the box but in a whole different dimension which helps you empower yourself.

Months were passing chasing deadlines and that's how she's missing three moths. They are lost somewhere between essay writing and attendance.

March
She learnt that life is a blink of an eye a flashing light like a falling commet. We are nothing and everything at the same time.
She was walking in the fields when she saw a butterfly  she was flying so high as if she was a star, She came close to her and told her come lets travel far, She touched her with her wings -so beautiful and fragile, she gave her a smile and a heavy spar. You need them both she told her, if we are going to see the word, the first is for the kindness, the second for the world. With courage heart and brain, a butterfly she became and with her new friend she'll fly until the end. Lesson lernt: Be there for the others in a hour of need it doesn't cost anything. This is how you really connect with someone. Empathy.


Findings:

• People who enter the academia come from different backgrounds and are called to interact with each other into a ground rules basis given from the authorities of the academic institution. 
• Education makes you an observer, broadens you mind and your way of thinking, makes you more efficient in communication, improving skills such as empathy, embracing diversity and appreciating the human dignity. 
• Improvement of intellectual skills, can lead to a recompose of the character of the human being and transform him into an active, motivated, productive member of the society. 
• The above is not related to entering the job markets, which is something of course of a high importance, but refers to a personal transformation of the young people in order to help them discover multiple possibilities of activities in the society for them to feel included and appreciated.

Arrows, lyrics and hearts

Curriculum Vitae

Name: Generation Y 

Address: All around the world

Tel: iphone (the new one), android (whatever)

email: whereisourfuture.com

PERSONAL STATEMENT

Effective in communication -afraid of public speaking- 

good at problem solving, with the ability to turn gray into pink, with excellent skills in proof reading and writing  -all those years at uni at least payed off- able to work as a part of a team -prefer to work alone and get your job done- Kind. With excellent manners

 -passive aggressive, exactly what you need-

EDUCATION

• University of Here and There all around, the best university, the one with the higher rankings. BA in science, sociology, arts and humanities, economics and of course Politics.
• And Master in everything passed with distinction, from another university somewhere .
• PHD, McPhill, and all the qualifications needed to become.

JOB EXPERIENCE

• A little bit of this, a little bit of that alongside the studies, waitress, barman and pr, helped to develop communication skills and gain a bit of Independence by helping the parents in the household expenses.
• Volunteering and internship and customer service helped develop experience in working in a busy office environment, leading a team and get to know how the things work. 

SKILLS AND INTERESTS

Excellent in office, java, social media analysis, marketing and sales, with accountancy skills and fluent speaker of all the languages included Japanese. Also good in painting, writing, with a creative side and a passion for life, attending drama and acting courses, going to gym doing yoga and swimming, volunteering in various organisations and art workshops. Positive and more than everything self motivated. 

Only self motivated because:

I am 25, almost 30, mid 30, early 40 but especially almost 30 and I am in deep depression. 

In deep depression because I feel useless. I feel useless because I still live with my parents 

who they still support me from their pension - if they are get it anyways- 

I am useless because every time I open my inbox I read that I am unsuccessful this time. Again. 

I feel useless because I can't move on with my life if i don't have a job. And i don't have a job. That is why I am self motivated, because even if i can't live as an adult I am supposed to be, I try to escape this prolonged puberty I'm living, by trying to do something useful. That's why my skills and interests section of the cv is full, because I go out and do whatever so as to forget my misery. Attending seminars and more seminars, and trainings and i get involved with the local community centres to feel included and productive and develop more. But mostly to forget my misery. 

And I am wandering why am I into this situation without being able to pay bills, to support my living expenses, to feed my child and to buy the pills for my sick parents. Why i cant tell you the truth about me so as to give me the proper job i need for my self to develop and be productive and instead i have to write one million bullshi*t on my cv and being unsuccessful at the same time. 

Allow me to tell you that,

I don't want to live on the state's benefit, I think the benefits are for those who really need them, all the vulnerable people who can't find job, but i am one of them and i am eligible to take so why not to. Because I want to work. I want to work and you don't give me the chance. 

You make me a lazy scum sitting around  youtube and facebook, playing video games and listening to the old songs all the time, eating crisps and watching netflix, drinking pints inhaling my big orange bong waiting for the summer. 

But I want to work. 

I might moan form a high level as you may think and as I was accused for in the past but I really don't mind. All I want is a job, to pay my bills. And yes life is only that.

Because if you cant support first yourself how you are going to support others?

Trying to rhyme

Two years I am wandering
roads -rivers, clouds and lakes.
Felt lost and kind of tottering
I am counting mistakes

(Trying to rhyme,
to write in rhythm
but how to listen to it when silent prevails?
oh no again I'm rhyming talking about the veils ...)

Fed up with almost everything,
so angry in despair.
Smoke, alcohol and peppermint
are blending in the air.

I am not a poet baby.
Never was I one.
I'm flirting with eternity.
I' m coming from the sun.

A rollercoster up and down
life is, will be and was.
Life is a clown baby,
laughter in camouflage.

Two years I am wandering
the rest are now erased
Never give up wondering.
The dream you never chased,
go find it today.

To listen, to see, to be silent

Γίναμε

Nα βγαίνεις, να μιλας με κόσμο, να ακούσεις τι έχουν να σου πουν. 

Αυτό κάνω τον τελευταίο καιρό, ξέρεις τι άκουσα?

Πως πρέπει λέει να φύγουν γιατί θα γίνουμε πολλοί,

Δεν κατάλαβαν ότι πουθενά δεν χωράμε. 

Όταν τα πόδια φτάσουν να χτυπήσουν το κεφάλι υπάρχει πρόβλημα, λέει, θα το δεις ... 

Θα παρακαλάς να μην ήσουν εδώ. Μα όπου και να 'σαι είσαι στη θέση τους. Έγινες αυτοί..

Κι όσοι δεν το 'χουν βιώσει .. πώς να καταλάβουν. 

Στο δρόμο η ζωή δεν αφήνει στάλες μαραμένων τριαντάφυλλων. 

Αφήνει γέλιο, μοίρασμα και αγάπη. 

Μη δίνεις σημασία, λέει, άστους να λένε. 

Και ένα κάρο ντεπόσιτα ψάχνουν χώρο να δώσουν.

Ντεπόζιτα απο καβάντζες ''χρεωσέ τα στη φωτιά''

Γύναμαι όλοι μετανάστες, Γίναμε όλοι καλλιτέχνες 

μέσα σε χρωμάτων παλέτες που στάζουν

εκείνες τις δακρισμένες ελπίδες και άλλα γλυκανάλατα 

κάλαντα σκόρισαν παντου...

#νοφιλτερ

Κρύο. Βροχή. Ψιλόβροχο
σταματάει λίγο .. ξαναπιάνει ..


Προτιμώ την παρακμή μας
στην ακμή της ζωής μας
σε δρόμους, στενάκια-ζωγραφιστά
με τη φίλη που γελάει
τον Κωστάκη που τα σπάει
και τον που πίνει ουίσκι και πολύ δεν μιλά

Μέσα στους άκυρους και τους προδότες
υπάρχουν πότες και κάτι σοφοί
υπάρχουν τεχνίτες της τέχνης αδέλφια
μαέστροι της τύχης και της αλλαγής
Υπάρχουν οι φίλοι που γράφουν ποιήματα
και μουσικάντες και μπάντες πολλές
υποβόσκοντα ενεργά νήματα
που κινούν    κόντραμπάσσου χορδές


Υπάρχει ο ήλιος και μια πλατεία
και πυρήνες εν δυνάμει φωτιές
αν ενωθούνε με πάθος αν καούνε
θα ζεστάνουν α στ έγω ν   ψυχές


Δεν μπορώ να το τελειώσω, ποτέ άλλωστε δεν μπορούσα
με την αρχη και το τέλος είχα θέματα πάντα
δεν μιλώ για μανιφέστο ούτε για ιντιφάντα
μιλώ για ζωή που θα ζούσα

Attack the panic

It's like a burning fire in the chest

and palpitations.

Cold hands. Cold sweat and heavy breath.

Pain in the jaws and palpitations...

Breath. Just Breath and let it flow.

Let it go and breath.

Exploring different states of unconsciousness

can be disastrous.

Remember when we were siting on the edge of that cliff?

It felt like flying all over town,

All those lights looked like sparkling stars

and all the roads were open for us.

Remember when we were siting on the bench near the sea?

At that place where is the end of nowhere,

the wind was whistling, taking every thought away.

Light the fireplace ... i'm coming soon...

Things should have been said.

I was there sitting on a comfy chair, in my clothes, watching them talking and nodding heads...

He came close and ask '' Whats up?'' 

-The sky. The sky is up. No small talk please..

Tell me something nice. Something you know. 

Something deep-or maybe not- but tell me something more. 

I need you to tell me something more. 

Honest. Truthful. Don't hide behind politeness. 

I learnt that there is always a hidden message in ''No offence'', and part of truth ''I'm only joking'' and as you know I love writing, I respect the words that's why I learnt to read between the lines...

Always believe your thoughts (not all of them). 

Those based on facts and instincts. 

And keep an eye on apologetic people, is a sign of weakness and a dirty mind. 

Take care of yourself. No one is going to protect you. 

People are strange, competitive, egoists, egocentric, opportunists, two- faced, three-faced, manipulative, disturbed... Is just the evil human nature, Emanuel said correctly... 

And it's really hard to find good heart people whose souls align with yours. 

If you find one, keep him and work on the relationship, every single day. 

Love is impossible with strangers. Fear prevails. Logic prevails. And that's good. 

Every time you act illogical you lose -parts of yourself-.

Stick to your values and ethics. Try to be free but don't forget that ''everything is a box within a box'' -learnt that from my Jewish friend who also writes and he knows better as he is wise-

Hope is not for sale. Not everything is business. Everything is game theory. Be honest but not open. Have critical mind - question everything -even yourself. Believe your heart. Define your feelings. Be aware of what you feel and why. If it makes you feel alright keep it. If it doesn't burn it fast.

Don't pass me the ball I' ll kick it away. We, make circles only to dance.

Close all your thoughts in a '' Kind of fine'' and carry on...

I was sitting there quietly slightly nervous, in my clothes, listening to every one of them talking and nodding heads, with their bodies talking the unspoken truth.

Background song? ''Who are you to wave your finger''...''you musta been out your head''...
I left the room and went for a cigarette.