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when the crickets hasitate

nick_lisgaris — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:10:39 +0000

Mystic breaths of sea-scent a soft sand fluttering and the moon sinks into the depths of my hidden veins If you see metaphors to bloom like a path into the mirror’s reflection is my drops of blood that crafts shining leaves blossomed at night when I close my eyes as the wind blows away my mind

Gothic Souls

nick_lisgaris — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:10:36 +0000

gothic angels live in the wind their hearts empty in cathedral domes with company of oblique curved devils in a glass menagerie with rosemary flowers on their hair eyes of moon -glow of cursed opals and bloodstones untouched and pure emerald golden passionless bodies ethereal of fallen angels with mirages of rainbows i write my next poem on their skin rubbing their bones gently their carnal fields [...]

Dreaming Hydra island

nick_lisgaris — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 15:10:32 +0000

dream let me dream the small sky that suddenly expands ..oh it expands to new sky sea like horizons I give you only a glimpse..I am tired and i am ready to go to sleep to see the rest like dreaming… in hydra isle to see the rest like dreaming……… going from kalimnos the sponge island to Patmos the holy [...]

My Thoughts On You

Katalyn Louis Parks — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:38:32 +0000

He said: “You’ll never know the pain Of unrequited love” That lying, cheating idiot, Off come the gloves. This is what I dream about, That you mean what you say, Isn’t it sad that my fantasy Is truth, and that you’ll stay? I mean, other girls, they dream about So much more than this. And a little bit of security, Wouldn’t go a miss. And you’ve the [...]

Rock Bottom, C.L.

Katalyn Louis Parks — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:38:30 +0000

This stinging, The smoke, The nicotine to my head, It’s something I’m grateful to feel. Because the heartache, The tears, And the memory of you, These wounds will never heal. Who is this? This shell, This tired, lonesome girl, Who had never felt so glum. A stranger, A mystery, The reflection I see… What have I become? I can’t believe, It meant nothing? Every look you gave, A lie covered by a smile… And so [...]

Heartbreak Repeats

Katalyn Louis Parks — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 20:38:18 +0000

The beat that skips with your touch, The gasp that draws when you clutch, The urge that pangs when you look, The grin that forms with what you took. The butterflies with every kiss, The longing for every breath I miss, The frailty that grows with your smile, The memory that falls with every mile. The deepest insight to your mind, The love that [...]

nick_lisgaris — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:40:56 +0000

where albatross rise and dive in the deep solitude of dream world where scent of spring unmasks clouds in the Aegean blue where butterflies elliptical fly into a serpentine stream of gold with limitless steps to every climb painting ethereal corral grounds where sea Sirens sing Delphi oaths seeking mirage of gods and goats beyond the beauty to conceal skin storm- driven passion play of stone gaze [...]

Two Kores ( two girls)

nick_lisgaris — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:40:47 +0000

you are veiling my wind pale voice still of your unknown hill tops movements and breezes and summertime kisses you stand and you hide your smile your mona lisa pride i touched your skin the other night not by design just simple desire in the white secret bay my eyes have seen you lay i paint your lines in my trembling mind wishing your touch and make you mine the [...]

in the amniotic greek universe(streets,museums)

nick_lisgaris — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:40:44 +0000

your glow has diminished in the eternal now leaving behind a thin trail of darkness that is more of a feel a smell in the night and i barefoot i with my oracle kiss with some thought of solitude without faith that leads me outward to you like love mystical and shy without any art of persuasion a saint on my last [...]

Notions of Drowning

dawn_wilson — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:40:33 +0000

She lay beneath the blanket, fully awake – another sleepless night and she mindlessly counted the drips of water as they gently splashed into the bathroom sink. 1, 2, 3, (the number of times she has given birth.) 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, (the number of years she has been remarried.) 10, 11, 12, (the number of years since her divorce.) and on she went [...]