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


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
they own my land
and I borrow their memories
and as far as I know
this is a marriage




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

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 

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.


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



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;

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 
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

νομίζω τώρα που με βλέπεις 
είμαι ένα μαύρο 
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


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


*liar man

-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.



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.



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