Thursday, May 16, 2013

world on four violin strings

the world is soft
the world is kind
the world's mostly
made up of
what is in her mind;
whatever happens
she receives, she filters
before she reacts;
she works on making up
the vibes that resonate
with her dreams think
life should be
she modulates
the signals that she sends
out to the world in harmony.


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

colored art

color my strings
and color my music sheets
my violin will put out rainbows of sounds
in her conversion to visual arts

spring on Erwin

the giant has grown lace on his sleeves
waves of blooming red buds and magnolias
he has put on green pants to his knees
on which birds are chanting spring hymns

Thursday, March 07, 2013

morning drive

each morning we drive
out of the city, and into the city
passing through a buffer of nowhere
where the soil is moist and relaxed
where the geese take their bath
and they could not care less
that we cross their land on our path

every morning we drive
down the spine on the back
of a giant called Erwin
and he seems to smile in his sleep
when we pass and the county wakes up
under the trotting feet of the horses
let out of their stalls in the fresh morning

Monday, February 04, 2013

dancing machine

My washing machine
is a dancing machine

on an uneven floor
does the twist with
her unbalanced core
until we all are sore. 

Sunday, January 13, 2013

heart of a home

the heart of of home
what makes it a warm
and cozy hearth
is love;
if  space is small
and the friction
causes sparks
when elbows rub
loves soothes;
and when space
grows cold and large
love calls so
we quiet and we hear ;
we are close enough
to come tonight
surround the hearth
with with arms and songs;
we have to come
close enough to watch
each other's candle burn
this night when we need light

Friday, January 04, 2013

winter morning on Erwin

the frozen flakes
sat still today
the light to let
outshine
and flow onto
thin branches
fragile bushes
frozen by the night.
they sheltered
hidden birds
or rodent of the hills.
the road still rolled
downhill, uphill
just like the story goes
with love, unwinding
while the bird start singing
for the sunrise

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Color palette

This crazy color palette
Twisted by the desires of fall
Burning reds, and glowing yellow
Drops of green, and brown to follow

Drops of water can't wait to splatter
Gusts of wind will bring them down
On the ground to sweep the trail
But the clouds are waiting

Dusty flurry of colored dancers
Shakes the trees, and shakes the leaves
Sugar summer turning slowly
Into the shadow of a dreamonly

Fruits they are rolling
Cold feet are slowing
To let the eyes soak
The last drop of light

Before winter will come
From the dark from the cold
From the old story time
We all love -after fall only





Tuesday, October 09, 2012

fall

autumn has fallen upon us
suddenly, with a big rain
from a diffuse cloud that
insists it should stay;
the trees are trying
their last cherfull trick
turning their sugars
to yellows and reds;
and I can hear winter
approaching with steps
in the cadence of chestnuts
rolling down on our streets

Saturday, October 06, 2012

penelope

Penelope must have grown bitter
the weariness was at first
about the size of an apple seed
and she could easily swallow it;
she was hiding it well.
later it must have grown to
be like an almond seed
and people started to notice
her fragrance was changing
and her steps were getting slower
as if her trunk was dreaming
 of growing roots into the sand.
as many falls passed over her shoulders
she would keep a bit of their wind
in her heart, in her graying soul.
with the memory of a leaf falling
the sugar red turning brown, bitter
but the sea had the power
to wash it all, to draw it all
to swallow it whole
when she walked by the sea.
some still remember
Penelope pacing slowly
and lonely close to the shore
before she turned
her pain into a willow,
shaking her hair
into salty air


Thursday, September 20, 2012

The day shall come (when you speak out)

The day shall come
When you will look directly in the eye
When you will talk directly from the heart
When truth will flow like blood
Towards and from your heart.
I'll be so proud
To see you stand as tall
As thoughtful as the mountain
You would have climbed.
And if you talk
Your words shall pour like honey
Sealing wounds
And cutting paths with the assurance
That the river flowing has
To cut its space through red clay banks
The day shall come when you will
Speak your tongue
And all shall understand, my heart
Come bring it out,
My thoughtful knight!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

I want to dance

by Lucian Blaga, translated from Romanian

I want to dance
like I have never danced before
So God will not think of himself as chained,
incarcerated within me.
He shall breath free through me.
My Earth shall give me wings:
and I shall turn into a feathered arrow
thrown towards infinity.
I shall not see around but sky
above, and underneath but sky;
and burning with the waves of light
I  shall dance and ride
with unseen boldness,
so God can feel his breath be free
and not complain
that he's been chained,
incarcerated within me.


Friday, August 31, 2012

ariadne

is it because when he touches the strings with his bow
his violin touches your soul?
is it because he's tamed the waves of the ocean
to carry his sounds, is this all?

for these reasons or perhaps even more
you chose to give him your thread
Araidne but you mistakenly
have also given your soul

the sails that have brought him ashore
have been accompanied by wind
and this dried all the hopes that you had
to grow calm little harbors

the dreams of entwined aging are gone
and you're gone Ariadne
isolated from home and your memories too
cause you choose to forget

when he decided to leave you alone
on the island of Naxos
at the command of Gods
or perhaps of the demons

you chose to forget the pain
but you are retracing the maze
and your brain missing its memories
befriended Sysiphus again

your people they worship you as a godess
and think your power you drew
from their island and  sea
but have they herd of your husband the God Dionysis?

He's crowned you with stars Ariadne
(whose magic turns grapes into wine)
and when his fingers touch your wounds
he turns blood into music, flowing like honey
and he makes your eyes shine Ariadne, like stars in the sky






Wednesday, August 29, 2012

questions for a noisy artist


what demon does your guitar posses
to hold such pathos in her voice?
and how, I wonder how it comes
that you can love a xylophone
and an accordion at the same time,
and add to them a set of drums.

the music flows with you at times,
at other times the earth just shakes
under our feet when the strings scream,
and then I fear the plates may crack
and we shall fall or maybe jump
in the abyss that you create

but then the words - they come to soothe
and when my heart's been tricked
to feel at peace I hear the sarcasm
and the quiet desperation that it breeds;
the noise you make, the love you bring
the open book you are, it makes me sing.


Friday, August 10, 2012

the big hearted Masai


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he's got the sun burning in his eyes
and he can feel the heavy summer air
is bearing down, the pressure
from the crowds;
the questions in their heart
who will be the one?
he's got the answer
(they all do perhaps),
there will be
no way to stop him
in this race
to be the first
cause he will run
for his father's pride
his mother's joy
his flag to wrap
around his shoulders
when he's done
the big hearted Masai.

Friday, August 03, 2012

4 Chris on his bday!

See the sun, only the sun
when the day is long, and your eyes are bright;
see the moon, only the moon
when the night stays steady, and your eyelids heavy;
see the road, only the road
if you have somewhere to go, and your foot is light;
look up, only look up
when you have got to grow and and to raise above.
dance with this world, only this world
for this moment, only this moment
is all we have got, and so much love
to light the world, that grass is growing

Monday, June 25, 2012

A view towards the medical school in Rio-Patras. From the other side - Antirio.
The poetry is in the picture.



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Tuesday, June 05, 2012

Pebbles

White and smooth
Under the foot
They swiftly roll
But do not break
And do not crack
Under the pressure
Strong and never alone
They laugh a the waves
Snapping at them.
Together they roll
Even as they get small
Imperceptibly older
Thy laugh and act
Forever young
And forever the same
perfect image
Of a perfect stone
Replicated by mirrors

river run

when the rivers rolls in anger
and the stones run down with him
mother earth senses vibrations
and she'd like to sooth him still

but the dancers stomp their feet
and their thoughts of war sunk deep
while their cries fly with air currents
their heavy hearts cause pressure cracks

they are all calling for a storm
for the clouds to come a knocking
for the winds to come a blowing
for the rain to fall down pouring

and the mother waits through all
cause her voice is damped by age
and her wrinkles wise and soft
she will bear it she'll outlast it

heroes sons she has had before
who fought hard and played and drank
running anger through their veins
daughters waiting by the river

for the peace to reign again

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Knock

I knock
At a virtual door
I am but a path
Leading there
There is no threshold
But me taking the step
The right step
Forward
Are you there?
Has the sound of the modem
reached you yet,
Before being superseded
by glasses that project
the caller's face
on the back of your brain?
are you home
are you there ?
If you need me I am
between fast forward
and past perfect
pinging through time.