Roots.

Roots inside my skin,
My veins keep me still.
Incapacitated.
I can't run forever neither I can stay.
Thoughts are longings.
Dirt and dust with time covers them, hides them from plain sight.
Carrying the spirit of past ages with them.
Haunting memories ahead, do not go on.

The final stage.

I battled too many demons in the realm of night

But at the end I am left alone in the eternal darkness

Hollow

Ancient

I am just a spark in the entire blackness

Staring at the abyss

I am at the peak

One step and I will fall

Or will I fly?

I thought I was ready for it but

Now I have to destroy me-

Or serve forever.

How can I destroy my inner self

My own being?

How can I leave behind myself

For a greater image

A sacrifice for what?

To be whole

In the eyes of love

Of the eternal god

The universe's mind.

The final boss is me against myself.

Somehow the demons look so easy now.

How can I look the same after here?

Go back and be the same old me I was before

This me is dead for sure

But also if I fly forward

How can I continue to live among the others

When myself is gone forever?

And if I fall then

Who is going to save me

Not a single soul inside this darkness

Just me and the ancient

Old gods

Judging me

Calling me home in the name of eternal love

Or screaming my name to go back and serve the master of puppets.

The external world

Once more.

No going back.

Not going back now.

I am camping at the edge of the abyss for a while.

Until I feel ready

To fly.

Not two-faced, just too phased.

Nectar of ambrosia

Your glance

Poison lips

Pointing to mine

Piercing eyes

Undressing every secret

Of my mind

Kissing every dark thought

Loving every little detail

Solve me like a riddle

Embrace it

Erase me

Erase me. 

Icepeaks of pain.

I balance between intuitive thoughts

And judging ones

In order to understand the inability to understand.

Black shadows hide behind all kinds of smiles

Like imperfections on a perfect picture

Dark shades, ink spilled in random

Where it is not supposed to be

Then came into life and haunting me.

The rain can clean them all

Even though it might destroy the paper.

And I can finally dissolve among the pages at peace.

Φανταστικά πλάσματα και που να τα βρείτε

Όταν έχεις στο μυαλό σου ένα απίστευτο πρότζεκτ αλλά δεν έχεις τους πόρους να το υλοποιήσεις οπότε τα καλλιτεχνικά δαιμόνια σου δεν μπορούν να ελευθερωθούν και σε τρώνε σε σημείο που αναγκάζεσαι να βγεις να πάρεις αέρα αλλά δεν ωφελεί γιατί είναι συνέχεια μαζί σου όπου και αν πας.

Και σου τρώνε τα σωθικά

Και αναρωτιεσαι αν θα κρατήσει αυτό για καμιά βδομάδα ακόμα.

Και περιμένεις να βρεθεί κάποια νέα ιδέα να σε βασανίσει και να αντικαταστήσει την προηγούμενη

Και αν έχεις τις παροχές να την υλοποιήσεις.

Προς το παρόν μπαίνει κι αυτό στη λίστα των ιδεών.

Στον ζωολογικό κήπο του νου

Γεμάτο με πλάσματα που περιμένουν να τα ταισω.

Bury me.

Cold head

Warm heart.

Ashes.

Bone structure made of dirt

Fire and water

Earthy matter.

Spirits of the seven winds.

Calling me.

Corpses burn and decay

And then flourish once again.

Like a phoenix from the ashes we are reborn

We sit among the shadows

On a land of moss and decay

Under a carpet of unspeakable beauty

And a sky of wonders.

Hating every moment of despicable beauty

Because it makes us feel

In a senseless world.

Bury me deep in order to be reborn again.

You.

Looking for me in everyone.

You can't find me in anyone.

A natural distress.

A foggy presence.

Ghosts mirrored

upon the waters

Looking at them

Is like looking at death in the eyes.

Just a gaze of nostalgia

Feeling like a raindrop in a pond

Swearing to reveal my secrets

If I look at them intensely.

Storm overwatering the soil

Like tears kept for years.

Can't you see the forms upon the earth?

The mud will eat it all.

The only way to heal it is to let it go.

All naturally shrink into the soil.

And the water will be cleaned when left alone.

Noir

I cannot see myself behind the thick clouds. Pitch black smoke.

Charcoal, was my favourite after all

Draw until I cannot breath

And give myself to paintings.

Maybe I am like Dorian Grey

Decaying while the human out there lives.

Or maybe I am the human

Even though it doesn't feel like I live much.

Black and grey colours guide my spirit

Visions full of colours in a dark background.

I always said that black is all the colours and not white.

After all if I mix the colours all together what I see is just a dark grey medium.

But maybe you cannot see the colours without light as well.

Turn the lights on now to see the horrors.

Black as the void

The painting of my nightmare.

Τα όλα και το τίποτα.

Ανάσα βαθιά

Το αεράκι καθαρίζει την ψυχή

Απαρνήθηκα τους κρύους χειμώνες

Και τα ζεστά καλοκαίρια

Για μια αιώνια άνοιξη 

Και ένα στιγμιαίο φθινόπωρο.

Στην φύση βλέπω μόνο εμένα

Και τον εαυτό που μου στέρησαν.

Αυτόν που ρίζωσε δίπλα από δέντρα 

Και ήπιε νερό από τη βροχή

Κοιμήθηκε με το νανούρισμα της νύχτας

Ακούγοντας τα κύματα

Πάνω στο γρασίδι.

Κοιτώντας τα αιώνια βουνά

Γλυπτά της φύσης μόνο.

Μητέρα καλλιτέχνιδα.

Κοιτώντας τον ορίζοντα ίσως να σου τα δείξει.

Τα δώσαμε όλα για το τίποτα

Τα πήραμε όλα δίχως να δώσουμε τίποτα.

Και φλέγεται το πνεύμα για το τίποτα.

Burning bridges.

Instead of burning that bridge, I accidentally set myself on fire.

Now it is too late for rain.

May the flames guide my way out of the darkness of that night. 

I will cross that bridge even if I am already on fire.

If I go, then I take it with me.

May the fire obliterate that path, so I never have to cross it again

During this lifetime.

Fertile fields

I see people as fertile fields, you can always sow them, plant the seed and maybe one day it will blossom into something great, sometimes it will die because of the lack of proper care, sometimes it will become a tree, and others will enjoy its shadow or their fruits. Even if something doesn't grow right away there is a chance it will if you just plant the seed. It also depends on the land. Some fields are very dry, others are full of life, green as meadows. Everything goes around if it is gonna rain, the wheel turns, and maybe at some point, the parched earth will bloom.
Like a scorched forest it will be reborn from the roots and the waters,
like the phoenix it will be reborn from its ashes. It is pure magic to sow these seeds of spirit and then wait for the big change.
Sometimes it's very hard to happen, sometimes you can see that the
ground is ready for the change. So, are you ready?