color corrected *

oxygen shortage

*wryness

tetris / down is the new up

Get yourself together

Let the light pour in 

Pour yourself a hot bath, pour yourself a drink

Nothing's gonna happen without a warning

Down is the new up

What is up, buttercup

Down is the new up, is the new up

Your services are not required

Your future's bleak, you're so last week

Down is the new up

Down is the new up

Down is the new up, is the new up

some dreams they forgot

The dead birds fell, but no one had seen them fly,

or could guess from where. They were black, their eyes were shut,

and no one knew what kind of birds they were. But

all held them and looked up through the new far-funneled sky.

Also, dark drops fell. Night-collected on the eaves,

or congregated on the ceilings over their beds,

they hung, mysterious drop-shapes, all night over their heads,

now rolling off their careless fingers quick as dew off leaves.

Where had they seen wood-berries perfect black as these,

shining just so in early morning? Dark-hearted decoys on

upper-bough or below-leaf. Had they thought poison

and left? or—remember—eaten them from the loaded trees?

What flowers shrink to seeds like these, like columbines?

But their dreams are all inscrutable by eight or nine.

Elizabeth Bishop

fighting / homeless

Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

That’s true

married a refugee

Wedding is a social union or legal contract between people that creates kindship

in my bed sleeps a refugee

in my mind lives a refugee

in my heart sings a refugee

I feed all of them

with love

playgrounds

and 

music

they own my land

and I borrow their memories

and as far as I know

this is a marriage

f.m.

TLuth

The truth is that I never shook my shadow

Every day it's trying to trick me into doing battle

Calling out "faker" only get me rattled

Want to pull me back behind the fence with the cattle

Building your lenses

Digging your trenches

Put me on the front line

Leave me with a dumb mind

With no defenses

But your defenses

If you can't stand to feel the pain then you are senseless

[Since] this

I've grown up some

Different kind of fighter

And when the darkness come let it inside you

Your darkness is shining

My darkness is shining

Have faith in myself

Truth

I've seen a million numbered doors on the horizon

Now which is the future you choosen before you gone dying.

I'll tell you 'bout a secret I've been underminding

Every little lie in this world come from dividing

Say you're my lover, say you're my homie,

Tilt my chin back slit my throat take a bath in my blood get to know me

All out of my secrets

All my enemies are turning into my teachers.

Because, lights blinding, no way dividing what's yours or mine when everything's shining

You darkness is shining my darkness is shining

Have faith in ourselves 

Truth

Yes I'm only loving, only trying to only love

That's what I'm trying to do is only loving

Yes I'm only lonely loving feeling only loving

Till I'm feeling only loving

Ya say it ain't loving ain't loving my loving

But I'm only loving only loving only loving

Only loving the truth.

pixels of you

the Lucky one. to the point (of mess)

A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sign my spoken best
Now, now

Make way for the simple hours
No finding the time its ours
A fate or it's a desire
I know

So I was the lucky one
Reading letters, not writing them
Taking pictures of anyone
I know

...

Little is less

Little tails

ready to depart

Akroama SaxQuartet

Δένει η ζάχαρη με το αλάτι;

τέσσερα σαξόφωνα;

δένουν!

ανυπομονούμε για τις 30 Ιουνίου στον Ιανό ...

Black mirror

-Λοιπόν; πήγες; είδες;

- Ναι...Δεν ήταν ακριβώς αυτό που περίμενα...

- Αλήθεια; Και τι ήταν; Συναυλία;

- Σίγουρα ναι...

- Σινεμά;

- Βέβαια...

-Ταξίδι με πλοίο;

- Ναι, σίγουρα ναι...

- Και είδες και θεατρική παράσταση;

- Φυσικά...

-Δηλαδή; Τι είδες;

εμένα

μέσα στο μαύρο το καθρέφτη

μέσα στο μαύρο το μικρό κουτί

έστω για λίγα δευτερόλεπτα

...

πάω γυρεύοντας

μέσα στο μαύρο το κουτί

μέσα στο πιο μεγάλο πανικό

χωράνε δεκάδες πανικοί

δεκάδες μικροί τιτανικοί

και μέσα σε κάθε 

μοναδικό

ολόδικό μου πανικό

χωράνε δεκάδες αμφιβολίες

μπουκέτα που ανθίζουν

και γίνομαι κίτρινη

πολλές φορές και κόκκινη

αν θες για σένανε μονάχα

μπορώ να γίνω ροζ

κι αν θέλεις εύκολα ακόμα λαχανί

όμως

νομίζω τώρα που με βλέπεις 

είμαι ένα μαύρο 

μικρό

συρρικνωμένο

ξύλινο

κλειστό κουτί

πάω γυρεύοντας

εσύ νομίζεις ψάχνοντας

πάω σκοπεύοντας

εσύ θαρρείς χαζεύοντας

ξέχνα για λίγο το κουτί

κι έλα να ψάξεις αν μπορείς

τη μέρα δίχως χρώμα

f.m.

αμφιβολία 1./9866534/0.097

The truth

Go ...

Go to the mountain if you must

Go to the burning bush

Happy would ease your troubled mind

How do the fade just stay behind?

I know you better than you think I do

Don't worry babe.. this is why i fell in love with you

The man in the looking glass

Is looking back at you at last

 You can't hide from the truth

Because the truth is all there is

You can't hide

If happy times are too few and far between

It's a pity dear, we can't erase the things we've seen

So disappear, vanish if you wish

Just go before you're swallowed up by bitterness

And the truth is you can't hide from the truth

And the truth hurts because the truth is all there is

I realized some time ago that I would have to let you go

May not be true to see that you would return one day

But in your present state you may as well not be here at all

You wear a thin disguise, it's from yourself you hide

Just take a look at us, we are heading for a fall

Baby I don't die without you by my side

As long as you return into these arms that burn

Baby I won't die just take a look inside

Into these eyes that burn, come to these arms that yearn

I won't die, if you leave me high

I won't die if you're not by my side

can you see?

.

my precious me

and your precise poem. 

without lyrics.

that day

a bird sang away.

that day

has not yet

. 

the walk.man

i was waiting
for me and you.

in the meanwhile,

i lost you

*liar man

@τ*

-Όποτε σε ακούω τραβάω τη περόνη μέσα μου.

-Έλα να κάνουμε μια βόλτα στο κέντρο. Σε οποιοδήποτε κέντρο. Μια οποιαδήποτε βόλτα. Κράτησε με σα να κρατάς την αρχή του κόσμου.

I am to tango

 

...close ambrace where the lead and follow connect either chest-to-chest...

escaping from The chosen.

            

 I am looking for you 

among others

you' re not chosen

yet.

but you are

perfectly protected

behind your prison.

And me,

I do not know

if I want you 

to escape

and join me.

Sad enough

to build

another cage...

f.m.

my man to Martha: L.ove me or D.ie

Richard Avedon

I studied evil, I can't deny,

Was a hoodoo charm called a Love Me or Die,

Some fingernail, a piece of her dress,

Apocathery, Devil's behes'

I will relate, the piteous consequence my mistake,

Fallin slave to passin desire, 

Makin' the dreaded Love me or Die.

Against a Jungle primeval green,

She had the looks of a beauty queen

No bangles or chain, wearin' broken shoe

Seventy-five cent bottle perfume.

I said, "Good mornin", I tipped my hat,

All the while I was cunning like a rat,

Smilin gaily, looked her in the eye,

I felt in pocket, the Love me or Die

My past history, one to behold,

I studied magic from days of old,

Membership, secret societies,

Power and wealth in my family

But Matilda, Darling,

Why you don't take my wedding ring,

Like a demon under the floor, 

I buried the hoodoo down the back door.

Lawd, word broke through the town,

That a fever strike Matilda down,

Nine thirty, the doctor arrive,

Priest come runnin, quarter to five.

Standin in the weeds early next day,

I saw the meat wagon rollin away,

I seen Matilda layin in the back,

Her old mother wearin a suit of black

Sound the trumpet, and bang the drum,

I wait for me judgement to come,

I know her spirit is down beneath,

I hear the weepin and gnashing of the teeth.

Flames of Hell licks at my feet,

In the shadow of the Jungle I feel the heat,

Matilda's waiting in Hell for me too,

All cause she died from a bad hoodoo.

blackman

It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed


The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red


It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
It doesn't come, not at all, from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold




I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish




t is as black as malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well


It is that black