We are under the fullmoon with company of cold breeze,
let me stop the time and let me do it freeze,
please let me come close to you,
you also love me this all i knew,
just touching of hands making you blush,
now we are under love far from rush,
i can see your shy smile under your lips,
let me hold your hand in my hand and let me give a kiss,
it's some dark but your bright face,
and your birhgt eyes from which i trace,
the best things and best words to speek,
loose yourself i know you believe on me,
it's time for a hug,
which'll make me crazy and it's my drug,
let me hold your hand now
let me make a wish,
i want you my life as you are my breathe,
just forget the sorrow,
and let it me borrow,
leave the uncofort and just breathe love..

Its a full-moon night
silver light drapes bare trees
where snow has left its lacy touch
the ground covered in whitish glow
a coyote howls far
unable to contain its joy
of so beautiful a night.

Its a full moon night
nocturnal world aglow
in fiery light,
fairies in silver wing fly,
I look on,
eyes stare in wonder
and
my heart is empty.

Why the full moon in the month of May  different on this earth ?
Its so wonderful,
Its so divine,
Its so spiritual,
Its above human feelings,
Just wondered and remain wondered.

Do you have time to watch this Buddha full moon ?


the full moon revealing life is not miserable the way evil spreading now,

The fullmoon full of love,
spreading love,smile,joy on earth,

the fullmoon so peacefull,
spreading peace and prosperity above all the odds now.

You will get life , new life to live on this beautiful world.

Walking i am  
the path of crazy times,
Strolling under
fullmoon's brightness,
To escape this
shade of darkness,
All the wrong places
looking for Happiness.

Being alone
always I liked,
These are the times
of a monster COVID,
It is not the Corona
I am so scared,
Getting hurt again
that of I am afraid .

Forgotton I have the
touch of tenderness .
Stomach I search for
feel of butterflies.
Here I go again
looking for warmness.
Only to find
all the broken hearts.

The music flowed as smoke rings littered the barroom ghosts for a second washed clean by the smell of stale beer and worn out lines.
It's here I'm home and here I'm most detached from it all I'm invisible only wanting to view and catch a buzz to chase the nights passing .

I sometimes question this existence wonder why the **** no direction suits me best .
I used to fight the urge now I simply have grown to tired to care .
And where odes another find themselves sitting next to me?

Maybe I'm to damaged maybe I'm just happy being alone .
I haven't found the answers cause I truly never gave a **** about the questions to begin with.

There's more reflection in a empty seldom clean bar glass than within my heart darlin  and my times all that matters to me now .
I have no options and the past is dead to me as the person who most hold to be the man I no longer can be .

There's always a fire burning  I just wash it clean to keep you away.

Maybe when I'm lost home seems the furthest place from my thoughts .
Like some left behind castaway I have simply went insane with time.

Underneath the lights reflection I stand the same fractured and wanting nothing more than a stiff drink and some old song to keep me company into this smoke cast fade .

Maybe home is anywhere I choose  it to be .
So try not to question the man who is but a stranger to even me.

Cheers

August the fourteenth
2003
I remember quite
Well as there was a black out
But I full moon pearing into my
Bedroom window
Making me think
Of my Asian ancestors
Or was it a past life
Memory

as month July
crossed Avenue T. Vladimirescu
on a bicycle
in Sinaia


Denebola
in a red
cloak cross-legged sitting
over Revolution
was teaching History
to the cherries


Leyla, a midwife from Damietta
refers to the Kepler Laws :
with Fullmoon uncompromising
I do not recognize the midday crossing
of the Sun
its True Heading
the height of the stars
today 07.11.1980
right from within female Danube's womb
I bare
the smile and the eyes
of cupid .


George Vlachos


Translation :  Christos Rodoullas Tsiailis

Summer is here
while you are away
I was once the Island of your
corridor's eyes
But now I was the fullmoon
covered by dull, dark eyesight of you
I don't know what's on your mind
Or am i just in a gullible path?
Restricting to put on your
heart?
Or just my own trap
to put me in a close
mark?

The hanging tree we planted years ago
Died of poisoning in the years to go
We have not turned in lovebound skulls
Yet the hanging tree had abandoned all of us
Your sunset children, fullmoon demons

The hanging tree we planted hours ago
Died of poisoning one second ago
You never fed it melted gold
Of left me alone in the bloodshot snow
Lover of the long forsaken forlorn

The whining flower we cut on weekends
Has never waited for any kind of end
Only its longing for the hanging tree
And the premature departure
Of its unrequited love leaves

Though the flower and the tree
Are merely my drunken dream
The drowsy midnight hike
In my old somber hill
Never enamored your good-bye

And in our journey under the late hour
Where snakes revolt beneath our feet
The world bends down and speak to me

Saying;

I cannot love under your ballet shoes
You cannot **** in your combat boots
We shall not die beneath the earth
Forget the the hanging tree behind
The blossom cottage that keeps whining