CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU

Chryssa velissariou

FAITH KILLS THE DREAM

I do not like clichés

But today they hurt me

The city of Light

All of a sudden became

a city of Darkness

People try to convince

as superstitious Beasts

Love, Compassion and Peace

had incentive

to be converted into utopias

Faith kills the Dream

and commits Suicide

Life seems survival

rather than beautiful

Earth seems an eternal

bloody Slaughterhouse

I cannot irrigate

my soul’s garden

when today

I face the world

as a boundless desert

and my sorrow looks like

a fancy dress à la mode

which has been worn by many

MER ÉGÉE - PARIS 1-1

Drowned at sea

Dismembered ashore

Did you understand

The Evil you exactly are,

Human Being,

so you commit suicide?

No use ...

The hypocrites

found a hideout already

They will survive...

You leave Them behind

You just serve Them

In this poem I comment about the suicidal attacks in Paris ... I am so disappointed with human race. So many hunted people drowning in Aegean Sea, so many people killed ashore from terrorists just for bias and illusions and for the sake of arms dealers

This kind of cruelty and stupidity will always make me pessimist... and furious

IT'S CHRISTMAS! TAKE A LOOK!

It's Christmas Perhaps I should

say something for this festive season

but I look around

and I see what ? What to hope for?

C'mon, you, tell me

what do you think I will come out?

Worth to decorate it with lyrics?

Yes, I know, I know

My thought must be positive

I have family and I'm still young

my life remains healthy, I’ve got a job and a spouse

But in what I demand life to be

should my Ego weigh the most?

Listen to me! Count! I see:

Blood, hatred, coldness

wars, intolerance

and glamorous living

I see the stupid ones to kill themselves

for money

and children to die in the streets

like abandoned dogs

I see the marvelous psychosoma

and spirit to attract the attention

of almost nobody

I see poets feel pain

only because of their “great love”

although people go hungry

around them

It seems that their

only concern is

their own future death

and pleasure

I see on the one side the

bright "sinners"

and on the other, opposite to them, moralists

continuously and evilly

to shake their finger to

the "inferiors"

and make charity

only to those who reside in their henhouse

Oh, I see, I see

Numbness my ass

sitting down for so long

and looking around

and judging supposedly

lest I dare

to get my nose

outside sureness!

Perhaps my little neat life

could be troubled if I dare to do something

perhaps I would suffer too

perhaps I would be fucked up

perhaps the little

I gained for myself

would be in danger

So I pretend that

supposedly I could do nothing alone

and perhaps I should wait Jesus

to make one more miracle about all this...

Chryssa Velissariou

NOTE FROM THE EDITORIAL DESK

WE ARE EXTREMELY SORRY NOT TO INCLUDE THESE POEMS IN THE SPECIAL EDITION “POETRY FOR PEACE”

WE REGRETS THIS GROSS MISTAKE