Free Worlds
I am looking for
you
in the
mysterious silence of the night,
in the planar
rhythm of your salty breath,
in the wake of
your wounded absence,
in the silent
assimilation of your death
which has not
yet come
in the uncut
marble of my soul
which struggles
for centuries to quench its thirst
from the source
of your memory but it cannot
Burn me with the
fire of your eternal image,
of your form
that I now hide
within the
sacred field of my evergreen battles
against the
shadows of abandonment
and my
annihilation
Together we will
be reborn one day
within the
divine essence of free worlds
Invasion Failed
You can't invade
my dreams
to trespass on
my sacred space
The veil of my
desires for you still applies
You cheated on
me now too
you apologize
sending me a
gray dove
to keep me
company
But you will not
disturb my sleep,
nor my
nightmares
You can't
surprise
the ghosts of my
little life
scatter already
frightened
from your wild
side
in the eternal
night
You can't break
my sleep
just to spread
out
your black wings
in him
You can't catch
my moans
nor my
unconscious breaths,
pursuing your
dominance
upon my
unconscious body
Your heavy scent
it does not
awaken ecstasy
in my betrayed
heart
You sit heavy on
my shoulder, demon
You grip me
tight with your claws
but my skin is
smooth
and you glide
dangerously and silently
You struggle to
nestle into my consciousness
because there
awaits you unheard of destruction
You can't
convince me
for your
repentance,
looking at me
with eyes of horror
You're trying to
bite me
with your
pointed canines
into my throat,
But I have
painted there
a long time ago
a pure cross
that protects me
from your invasion
in my flesh
Don't touch me
with your dirty palm!
My blood is not
wine to drink drunk
and to steal my
memory and my soul again
Mother And Son
Mother, my sweet mother,
why did we come here, mother?
What are we looking for on this planet?
What do we dream of?
What do we crave for?
What
invisible forces pushed us inland?
One night we light up fires to warm up
our tired flesh
On the other, our tears
roll red-hot from the merciless Sun
Why did we come here, mother?
What are we looking for in the depths
of the unknown planet?
What do we think
that we will succeed
in these inhospitable lands?
Son, my sweet
son,
make your heart
like ancient marble
Don't drown in
sobs of loneliness
What we desire,
what we seek
is to push human
life
a few
centimeters deeper
in the freedom
of Universe
The Zombies
Strange
creatures are moving
in the eerie
night
Once they had
died,
looking for love
Now the streets
are deserted
and the paths
difficult
Where they go
without hope,
without free
movements,
no destination?
They can't find
a gate
for the free
valleys of God
but also, the
deprivation of the kiss
prevents them
from rising to the heights
of eternal life
They walk
slowly, bent over from pain
with their flesh
fringed
to crawl back
from their
elusive dream
They don't
accept it
nor the flames
of Hell
While they were
alive, they had burned
in two eyes in
two lips
who ironically
drove away
all their lusts
Now only demon
claws
they stroke them
on the chest
and there are
bats nests
into their body
Where they go
without life,
without any
expectation of atonement?
What a pity!
Their torn heart
no grave accepts
her
They had never
lived
the sweetness of
love
They had only
ate
the fruits of
betrayal
Now they are
searching in the dark
desperately the
voracious touch
Amnesiac
Who am I really?
Who is this
every morning which I look in the mirror?
My memory has
become a black hole
It sucks
everything in first time
Who am I really?
Who in my mind
wanders with my own form?
Is it me or
someone else?
Am I a child of
exaltation or of the fall?
Who knows me?
Who remembers me?
Did I have a lot
to look back on my life or nothing great?
But how can I
really remember it?
Without memory
what do I expect to fit in that suitcase
of the days
after tomorrow?
And those who
might have known me
quite possibly
have emigrated to other heavens
No one visits me
anymore to remind me
who I really am
Who am I after
all?
A beggar of
dreams, an amnesiac god,
or perhaps a
miracle of some enslaved world?
The Star Of Expectation
A star twinkles
in my sky
Its light is
strange, magical
In the night
hours it becomes different,
It changes form,
it looks foreign to my eyes
Sometimes he
stares at me
Sometimes he
turns his back on me
He despises and
mocks me
or does it just
look indifferent and cruel?
- You can't
reach me! he whispers to me - You can't!
Every night I
will be here resting in your firmament
But I will wait
in vain for you to come to me
You won't be
able to! You won't even be able to get close to me!
That's why I
will miss you constantly
I will watch you
search for unknown planets
to build a new
home for your life,
to discover new
dimensions,
free places
you've never seen before,
to advance on
new paths of the Universe
but you won't be
able to side with me
And yet I will
be up there waiting for you forever
CHRISTOS DIKBASANIS
CHRISTOS DIKBASANIS is a poet, writer
and scholar of religions. He was born in Thessaloniki, Greece, where he
graduated from the Theological School of the Aristotle University. He holds a
Master's Degree from the Theological School with a specialization in Religious
Studies. It has been included in the "Great Encyclopedia of Mondern Greek
Literature" of Haris Patsi publications and in the “Who's Who” of
journalists. He has been honored with many national and international awards
for his poems.
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