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and so I strive forward in the clouds of vehemence in a dynamic balance of optimism and pessimism crippled by a nightmare that once reigned over me don't cow nor shrink back just accept it humans are hopeless as a species once we reach the realization of the Fall of Man there is renewed hope for the survival of the planet as a life form and I know we've reached the point of no return apparently forgetting how to stay alive in this system of life and so I walk ahead in a balanced consciousness knowing that all life deserves respect

one second of frailty by the waterfalls of hopelessness sun shines upon the eyes of a thousand man while life ripples down the river of inevitability now love has introduced itself to the harshness of our so important existence conveyed in a context of mass exinction and sadness yet too late to be helped and definitely very unhappy to discover that our being is stained by the Fall of Man now I see why this heart of mine slowly dissociates it is a time when there's much in the show window and nothing in the stock room and although allowing ourselves to see the signs of hope will break the spell and fear the darkness for

living in denial robs us of peace of mind a vision of no return twinkles deep inside me as conscience sinks within the nagging truth reality seems like an uphill walk not far away tinted by haze and mist unlikely praised to be a king of all living perceptions and so anger keeps leaking in similar to a substance of hopefulness and hopelesness ugly and unprofitable disguised in a tool of truth so powerful and forceful that guides us down the deep paths of cynicism and misanthropy I cannot see but I know punishment is remedy to those who bear to cross the line and I do

at dawn I watch the clouds draw near a bright shard of serenity fractures deeply as the aura of the must encumbers me wandering on the fringe in a world of magnets and apathy reflections dim as I walk towards this kid a brisk look in his eyes a wide smile a promising feeling penetrated and yet shocked I grow beyond the path of pre-awareness in a land where denial is a sanctuary from shock I twist as contradictory feelings ignite a phase of clarity gripping on the emotional and intellectual state sets me ready to continue my journey

inhaling the scent of debt in the still air so vague and sharp on papers saying I should depart I find beauty at this disclosure moment all I see is all I've ever seen ; tenderly surrendered in love a wave drowns me in diversity so beautifully I bathe all hearts in pure light and rawness when birth takes place a creature enters the path of pre-awareness an offspring naturally capable of living outside the womb has now ushered in the morbidity of this fallen playground ; EARTH an image marked as a promise weighs on my shoulders goodwill now binds me to life while inner wills confine in the back of my awareness.

A day in a life by Dimitris Papastamos [REM sleep with rapid eye movements:] still young, still naive at dusk it comes out again to guard the scarlet lips of the ozone it raises a glass of hope in the name of God and breaks through clouds one more beacon of comfort attaches upon a youngster's skin so silk and smooth that approaches the value of freedom the sunbeams carry a taste of agony and empathy a sincere trail of participation to one's betrayed mind feeling all light and loved craves for what is yet to come a frail moment of certainty and hopefulness to trace his path and land his love on a safe ground [Stage 1 - Somnol

Ivy in the Rain I lie strewn across a bed of silence a monent of peace where the still air slips from gravity one and only over stone, over stream I watch the temple fall apart through the coils of a single lightbulb still faithful, still dreadful I dream of mazes that fail to fit together and before even realizing a noise taps upon my windowpane one tinkle of wonder ; purchased, chased yet priceless in silence the one and only disturbance attracts the attention of the living life within a chapter that makes you wince I say silence cannot be tolerated unless it is a playground where fire and hope rests a mournful morning of

Stimulated Shape At first I don't know whether I should starve and wait while signs and hitchhikes will cross the brooks from within or plainly stick up to the calling I might come up to they say I should stride to the voices but then again the echoes desert an empty room behind a room where I tend to shed what's left inside me so I find myself in search of a vent to glide through a place where the air doesn't fit nor reach nonetheless here I stand again to the cliff I once adored writing, experimenting, digesting the still noise diving into an unknown ocean where several emotions appear in colourful forms and patterns an ocean d

Nebula Show when time's passing by a voice inside me screeches in the sand iron hope sizzles within as a glimpse shot of the outside gyrates at me a dryad coiled in spiral crystals fails to watch over the rays that flout at me a hypnotic entrancing substance leaks through my eyes my wall shapes into a canvas of joy a maiden heart that's been tenderly kept in translation

Double Star sprouted up in the land of peace I set myself free while dozens of wonders launch a blizzard to the universe a body washed in faith heaves to the glaucous sky to be cleansed within the sacred brooks still underway an event of frailty appears on display as a smile bids farewell to the goings I take no heed the darkness cravenly dips to the sink underneath as a wink at the sun entwines the rays of dawn an alloy of bliss and absolution glides a memory on top a feeling lined with the vales of time holds invincible once again