14 Φεβ 2009

"Poems" - Spiros Kitsinelis


Commit yourself to sinful acts

Commit yourself to sinful acts
with lustful heart and strong desire.
No guilt to feel,
remorse to show.
These mortal needs, these appetites,
were fed to you inside the womb
of dying mothers,
who laugh at death,
by giving birth, by bringing life.
Commit yourself to sinful acts
and change the names
that some have given
to sons and daughters,
which they denied.
Rename the children while asleep
and they’ll awake to find a life
that bears no bruises and pain is gone.
Commit yourself to sinful acts
and choose the words that speak of devils
who built their heaven alongside hell
and move between them
confused and shameful
but always proud.
Commit yourself to sinful acts
for all you are,
for all you know,
is bound to end, to disappear,
and every death that follows birth
is nothing more than nature’s own
most sinful act.

Celebration of loneliness


Let the wine flow brothers,
tonight I am celebrating loneliness.
Tonight I will drown my bitterness
into the stream of my tears
and I will imprison love
with my pen onto this paper.
All the channels have been blocked;
all the roads lead to dead ends,
so bring on the wine
to celebrate the loss of hope.
For if you want a struggle to end,
you just surrender.
If you want to purify your agonies
you embrace them and dance with them
to the sound of the flowing wine.

For you don’t know

You ever slept in beds of rooms,
that felt they were your freedom's tombs.
You ever smelled the scent of skins,
of girls that filled your nights with sins.
You ever walked the lands I've been,
or ever had the dreams I've seen.
You know the images my eyes can see
and whether inside I feel free.
Well if you don't, don't speak a word,
that paints an image and a world,
where you would place my heart and soul,
for you don't know what makes me whole.
For you don't hear my laugh or sigh,
so save your words and don’t ask why,
for what you think is just a lie.

Desire

In the early summer days
of a year that time forgot,
screams and cries and brilliant rays,
silence and darkness broke.

And the rising brilliant sun
ripped the night and unveiled,
a heroic holy land
where new life was being revealed.

And the newborn in its cry
brought around too much joy,
but the stars upon the sky
spoke the words that it would die.


For the newborn had a twin,
Death its name and with a face
that with eyes cannot be seen
and it wouldn’t act for days.

And for weeks, for months and years,
this new life would grow and seek,
answers to its questions, remedy for all its fears.
Pain and joy would alternate, day by day, week by week.

And in this life one would find,
satisfaction and needs, nightmares as well as dreams,
appetites for soul and mind
challenges to give you smiles or screams.

And with hunger comes a feast,
and with pleasure comes a need,
and with angel comes a beast,
appetites that you should feed.

But most vicious of all games,
pretty maidens, warm as fire
and every time they’d say their names
all you hear is the word Desire.

And the ones you thought were angels,
the ones for which you hide a fire,
will remain forever strangers
as they share the name Desire.

And with hunger comes a feast,
and with pleasure comes a need,
and with angel comes a beast,
appetites that you should feed.

Till one day the twin would show,
uninvited but expected,
in the form of dove or crow
and your birth with him connected.

And he’d ask you about your life,
pose a question about your past,
if the scales you weigh you life
show for him your hate or lust.

On that moment and that land
time and earth don’t know yet,
dark and silence will return,
laugh and cry will reach the end.

Atlantis

Demeter, reveal the blossomed land,
the cold has lasted far too long,
and Persephone is never coming back.
Clear the skies almighty Zeus,
you promised light and music to your son.
Tame the waves Poseidon,
make them sparkle in the sun.
Aeolus calm the winds,
help me find my way Hermes,
for they are taking me away from Atlantis.