Η δίκη.

Διαβάζοντας τους πονεμένους ποιητές καταλαβαίνω πως νιώθουν. Κάθε μέρα και μια πάλη. Ζώντας με το αγκάθι. Συνηθίζεις να το αγαπάς ώσπου μετά από ένα σημείο η απουσία του φαντάζει εφιαλτική καταδίκη αντί για απελευθέρωση. Ο νικητής θα φανεί στο τέλος αν υπάρχει. Ένας αγώνας δίχως τέλος, ή μάλλον μέχρι τέλους, μιας και κανένας δεν θα βγει ζωντανός από αυτή την πάλη. Μια όμορφη πλάνη με ημερομηνία λήξης και ένα ψεύτικο ρολόι πάνω από το προσκεφάλι μας περισσότερο σαν αρπακτικό φαντάζει και όχι φύλακας άγγελος, μιας και κρίνει σαν ψυχρός εκτελεστής κρατώντας το καμπανάκι μέχρι να αποφασίσει πως θα λήξει κι αυτή η ιστορία. Κι όμως όλα ένα συνήθειο είναι, συνεχίσουμε δυναμικά τον αγώνα σαν σωστοί μαχητές στο ρινγκ της ζωής, στον αγώνα του θανάτου.

Παρατηρητής.

Ποιος είναι αυτός που γνωρίζει την ομορφιά του κόσμου χωρίς να μπορεί να την αντικρίσει;

Αυτός που κοιτάει την ασχήμια του χωρίς να μπορεί να την αντιμετωπίσει;

Την αποφεύγει όσο μπορεί

Κλείνει τα μάτια με κρύες παλάμες, μα είναι τα χέρια της απελπισίας που του τα κλείνουν.

Σαν παραθυρόφυλλα σε μια εμπόλεμη ζώνη

Περιμένοντας την βόμβα να πέσει πάνω σου

Μετράς τις μέρες και τις νύχτες

Άλλη μια ζωή και σήμερα

Νύχτωσε και ξημέρωσε

Και πάλι ζωντανός την έβγαλα

Αύριο ίσως είναι μια καλή μέρα.

Ίσως ανοίξω το παράθυρο και τρέξω και ας πεθάνω

Ίσως κουλουριαστω σε μια γωνιά και κοιμηθώ

Είναι ωραίο να είσαι ζωντανός

Αλλά κλείσε τα μάτια

Ορθανοιχτα δεν βλέπουν στο σκοτάδι.

A night out

If you want to drink so bad

Twist the knife in my heart

Drink it's sweet wine

Drain it off from mine

And fill it with your drunken tears.

Just use a fancy glass.

Cheer me up, don't cry.

Laugh hysterically as I die.

Think of me when you lie.

It is what it is now.

Red Window

Am I breathing

Or am I gone

Have I squandered all my days

Crafting a vision in my mind

Seen only by my own eyes

A portrait of my soul

But lacking the right words

To convey to others

An open wound leaking an ocean

Submerging vessels in elegance and hush

Bleeding upon the pages I am.

The captain goes down with the ship.

Emotions confined in a sealed chest

Gazing through my eyes

Locked within my mind

A weaver of tales.

Peering out the window

Allowing rays to escape from my depths

In order to be read by those who have the eyes to see.

Temple of Doom

In the darkest temple of my mind,

Where the shadows dance and the demons reside,

The thoughts that ravage me inside,

A tumult of chaos, a maelstrom of pride.

The altar of my soul, a throne of doom,

Where the darkest fears and deepest gloom,

Reside and reign, a realm of despair,

A temple of thoughts, a dungeon of air.

The walls are adorned with cobwebs of doubt,

And the floor is slick with tears and rout,

The ceiling a canopy of despair,

A sanctuary of sorrow, a lair of fear.

In this temple, the darkness reigns supreme,

A kingdom of madness, a throne of dream,

Where the thoughts that ravage me inside,

A legion of demons, a horde of pride.

But in the depths of this darkest place,

A glimmer of hope, a spark of grace,

A light that shines like a beacon bright,

A refuge from the darkness of night.

So I will enter this temple of doom,

And face the thoughts that ravage my room,

For in the darkness, I may find the light,

That guides me through the darkest night

The Great War I fought on.

Sharp knives through my heart

Blinded eyes

Tears black

Hands that suffocate me .

Yet my voice persists

Deafening the source of all the screaming nightmares.

My thoughts like blinding lights

Stunning the visions

Putting them to sleep.

Suffocating vanity

Running deep.

While the hammer in my hand

Shuttering the false reality.

Feeling weak

Infront of the eternal chaos.

Flaming sword, my pain

Turning thoughts into matter

Shaping dreams into a real nightmare.

How I wish for cleansing rain

For this world I wonder why I do still care.

Sharp knives through my heart, blinded eyes that cry,

Tears black as night, hands that suffocate me, oh my!

And yet, my voice persists, deafening the source,

Of all the screaming nightmares that pierce my soul.

My thoughts, like blinding lights, stun and astound,

A cacophony of chaos, drowning me in sound.

The darkness closes in, a suffocating shroud,

But still, my voice rings out, loud and proud.

The knives they cut deep, a never-ending pain,

But I will not be silenced, my spirit will remain.

The tears they fall like rain, a never-ending stream,

But I will rise above, my heart unbroken and serene.

The hands they choke and strangle, a deadly embrace,

But I will break free, my spirit untamed and wild, full of grace.

The nightmares they haunt, a never-ending plight,

But I will face them down, with all my might.

So let the knives pierce, let the tears fall,

Let the hands suffocate, let the nightmares haunt,

For I will rise above, my voice will not be still,

I will persist, my spirit unbroken and free.

Sharp knives through my heart,

Tears black as the night,

And yet my voice, deafening the source

Of all the screaming nightmares that I endure

My thoughts like blinding lights, stun and confuse

The echoes of pain, that forever cruise

Through the halls of my mind, they never cease

The agony that I can't release.

The hands that hurt me, they never let go

Their grip so tight, it's hard to know

If I'll ever break free, if I'll ever be me

More than just a slave to this misery

But still I scream, and still I fight

My voice a weapon, to end this plight.

For I know one day, I'll find my strength

Silence the demons, with my might

My heart will heal, my eyes will see

And the hands that hurt me, they'll be free!

I'll rise above, I'll break the chains

And find my peace, and end these pains.

Sharp knives, 

a heavy burden weighs

Teary eyes,

as night's darkest shade

Hands of shades, 

a grip that drains 

all grace

And yet, my voice persists,

My soul insists.

Deafening the source of all the screaming nightmares

My thoughts like spears from heaven, 

a piercing gaze

Stunning the pain, a moment's reprieve

A fleeting solace, a glimmer of days.

The knives may cut, the darkness may blind

But my soul, it rises, a beacon in my mind.

A cry of hope, a call to the light

A will to survive, a fight.

After the neverending night

I survived

Forever.

Άνθος της ερήμου

Πρώτα σε σκοτώνουν,

Σε ξεραίνουν, σε μαδάνε,

Έπειτα σε ρωτούν γιατί τα αγκάθια σου τσιμπάνε.

Διότι επέλεξες την ζωή

Με ότι αυτή συνεπάγεται.

Και όχι τον θάνατο που σου πρόσφεραν σε όμορφο ποτήρι για να πιεις,

Όταν το μόνο που ήθελες ήταν να ξεδιψάσεις.

Και ας είσαι άνθος της ερήμου

Αντί λουλούδι του περιβολιού.

Διότι έμαθες να επιβιώνεις

Σε αντίξοες συνθήκες

Στους πόνους και στις λύπες

Και τα κρύα σου δάκρυα

Σου ποτίζουνε τις ρίζες.

Overgrown

Wildling.

Forlorn.

With a hidden rebel inside

Growing in the overgrown.

Order and chaos in one eternal cycle.

Casting aside the wretched and unpure.

Leaving untouched only the innocent.

Taking over the land

Taking it back from the tarnished ones

To turn it to what it was before.

Tendrils and webs sealing the door

Until the age of fire has begun.

My mind's anthem

I am the ghost of some ruins.

I was once a resident within palace walls.

Haunted I exist in the wreckage.

Clearly living in another age.

Whether it is past or future I cannot know.

Present is for sure non-existent for me.

As above so below

As for others so for me.

We live and we die

All is a dream.

We reap what we sow.

Rise and fall is all we know.

A circle with no release.

A journey with no ease.

Once again a queen without a kingdom.

Pain is revolution, acceptance is freedom.

Living in peoples minds rent free

Then being abandoned for eternity.

Seasons change but I still the same.

In this kind of world you gain only pain. 

Loving my sadness, the end is relief.

Knowing it all ends it's just a belief.

Hellenic Gods

🏛️Hellenic gods aren't gumball machines. You can't pop in a quarter and get the prize.

They are as capricious and distracted as the ideas and forces they represent.

Remember, there's a reason Hellenism goes down smooth with philosophy.

Our gods are manifestations of natural forces and ideas, not magical skydaddies that focus constant attention on our every move, ready to spank or reward us.

You will never get a sign of any sort.

They are not those kind of gods.

They are practical gods.

Rational representations of real things.

Those real things are what you must focus on. And if you by some freak chance get a miraculous intercession, thank your lucky stars that it wasn't an irrational punishment.

What qualities, concepts, and forces does Athena represent? Cunning, cleverness, valor, wisdom, rationality. If you think that's the kind of goddess who is going to send you signs, you're barking up the wrong tree in the wrong forest.

Instead, think of how you can embody and emulate those qualities in your own life. Be brave, wise and honorable. Solve problems with cunning and not brute force. Think rationally and empirically. Apply science to everyday life. Learn about everything you can. Sacrifice and pray like you are addressing an impersonal force of nature, because you are.

Rationality rewards the rational. Cunning rewards the clever. Valor the valorous. Be those things and that IS Athena being your patron. Both your sign and your reward are you doing those things. Sacrifice to give thanks for cleverness, courage and so on.

Why did Athena love Odysseas?

Was it because he begged her for favors?

No. She loved Odysseas because he was clever, rational and courageous. She was his patron because he had her characteristics. There's a very rational, non magical relationship here. Athena is those things she represents. To be close to her, be like her.

And what do we learn in the Odyssey anyway? That in our most dire moments, we need the gods. And for everything up until then, we better watch out for ourselves.

So get yourself a statue of Athena. Sacrifice to it in gratitude. And try to live up to the qualities she represents…

because Athena does not favor the superstitious.