Sunday, March 31, 2013

Intoxication!


A blur, it’s all a blur…….
I run and run, my feet are bare,
I breathe her in with the cold air,
Akin a spell, she’s always there
And I still run, my feet are bare….
The dampness hurts, the thorns just tear,
But pain? Oh no! I cannot bear,
‘T is after midnight and in despair
I stop the drums! I cannot bear!
I taste the blood; it’s warm and sweet,
I try to stand up on my feet,
In vain of course, it’s still a blur
I need to run away from her…..
She haunts me in my sleep at night,
When I’m awake, there is no fright!
But when it’s dark she comes alive…
And all my fears once more revive,
For she will take control of All,
She will not wait, she doesn’t stall,
She comes, she takes, she burns, she aches,
And when she is gone, my whole world flakes…
She leaves me with a numbness , still
                                                                                I cannot yell, I cannot feel
                                                                               The remnants of her sweet caress
                                                                               Are burning fast my mortal flesh,
                                                                               and snakes are twisting in my womb,
                                                                               trying to make my body bloom.
                                                                               And in this blur I try to flee,
                                                                               the merman asking for his fee.
                                                                               He wants to take me down below
                                                                               His water world, I need to know.
                                                                               Will cold salt water do the trick
                                                                               And break the spell? I do not kick!
                                                                               I let him guide me in the dark
                                                                               He drags me through a coral arc
                                                                               I want to stop, there’s no escape
                                                                               I need the blur, this feels like rape
                                                                               I yearn for old times, where my tear
                                                                               Would slide alive when I would fear,
                                                                               My heart as rock, my soul as ice
                                                                               I stare at her between the eyes
                                                                               I rise again and clench my fist
                                                                               Against the wind, the ocean's mist
                                                                               Is bringing back the long lost blur
                                                                               I needed so....is this the end???



Copyright © 2013 Emilia
January 2013

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Crime & Punishment somewhere in the Meditteranean

Απόγνωση
Σήμερα κάθομαι σ´ενα από τα αγαπημένα μου σημεία στη Λάρνακα..... Κλαίω, δεν θέλω να μιλήσω σε κανένα... Δεν έχω καταθέσεις για να μου κουρέψουν... Κλαίω όμως για το κούρεμα της περηφάνιας μου.... Κλαίω για το μέλλον που αναγκάζομαι να παραδώσω στα δύο μου παιδιά, κλαίω γιατί θα πρέπει να τους εξηγήσω ότι η γενιά μου, ενώ θα έπρεπε να είχε μεγαλώσει με άλλα ιδανικά, βολεύτηκε μέσα σε μια πραγματικότητα που μετρούσε τα πάντα με χρήμα! Πλαστικό και χάρτινο!
Κλαίω γιατί θέλω να ζητήσω συγγνώμη και δεν ξέρω πως! Φταίω, γιατί ανέκτηκα, βολεύτηκα, και αγνόησα!
Εμείς είμαστε η γενιά που μεγάλωσε με τα πρώτα δεν ξεχνώ στα σέλοτεξ των τάξεων... Κι όμως ξεχάσαμε!! Ξεπουλήσαμε τα πάντα!! Και τώρα κλαίω!
Εδώ που είμαι τα δάκρυα μου στάζουν στη θάλασσα, και χάνονται..... Και σκέφτομαι....είμαι μόνη μου; Θα χαθώ και ´γω σε ένα χάος τόσο απέραντο όσο η θάλασσα ή έχει κι ´άλλους σαν εμένα; Κι αν έχει που είσαστε; Εσείς πού κλαίτε; Πείτε μου γιατί οι τύψεις με βαρένουν και το βάρος είναι αβάσταχτο! 

26/3/2013




 Εξομολόγηση
 Σήμερα κάθομαι ακριβώς στο ίδιο σημείο που καθόμουν χτες! Μόνο που σήμερα είμαι γυρισμένη προς διαφορετική κατεύθυνση· σήμερα βλέπω την Λάρνακα, χτες αγνάντευα το πέλαγος... Σήμερα δεν κλαίω, χαμογελώ και σήμερα πρόσεξα οτι φόρεσα χρώματα! Χθες φορούσα μαύρα!
Δεν είναι οτι άλλαξε κάτι στην κατάσταση που ζούμε· ακόμα στην αβεβαιότητα βρισκόμαστε, απλά σήμερα αρνούμαι να κλάψω άλλο!
Ναι, για κάποιους είμαι κυκλοθυμική, αλλοπρόσαλη, περίεργα τρελλή, απρόσιτη, αναρχική, γλωσσού, ιδιόρυθμη, ανασφαλής, υπερευαίσθητη, αθεράπευτα ρομαντική, απότομη, σκληρή.....
Κλαίω στις σχολικές γιορτές Εθνικών Επετείων αλλά δεν κλαίω σε κηδείες. Μπορώ να βάλω τα χέρια μου γυμνά σε ανοιχτές πληγές αλλά δεν μπορώ να κρατήσω μαντηλάκι στις συναχωμένες μύτες των παιδιών μου για να φυσήξουν. Έχω συγχωρέσει όσους με πλήγωσαν αλλά δεν συχγωρώ τον εαυτό μου για όλες τις μαλακίες που ανέκτηκε!! Δεν μετάνιωσα ποτέ για κάτι που έκανα (το έβρισκα πάντοτε ανώφελο) , μετάνιωσα όμως για στιγμές που δείλιασα, που δεν είπα αυτό που έπρεπε να πω την δεδομένη στιγμή.
Όταν είμαι αγχωμένη, ζυμώνω και όταν θυμώσω κλοτσώ πέτρες και μιλώ μόνη μου ή πετώ πέτρες στη θάλασσα ( δεν ξέρω τι είναι αυτό που με κάνει να τα βάζω με τις πέτρες αλλά σε στιγμές έντονων συναισθημάτων οι πέτρες παίζουν πάντοτε καταλυτικό ρόλο). Α , μαζεύω και πέτρες απ´ οπου πάω και τις κουβαλώ σπίτι μου!!
Αυτή είμαι λοιπόν, και αν χτες φάνηκα σε κάποιους απαισιόδοξη και φορτωμένη, το χτες μας τελείωσε... Σήμερα φορώ πορτοκαλί! Αύριο;;; Ποιός ξέρει; Μπορεί να φορέσω κίτρινο, μπορεί να ζυμώσω.... Θα δείξει!!!

27/3/2013 
                                                                                                                           Copyright © 2013 Emilia

" Eight is All"




The Eights


As the sun of a winter Monday morning, hits my face, I realize my need to confront my deepest fears, guilt and anxiety!  Suddenly the need for cleansing and renewal is a priority that has stormed into my every cell that seeks its own “renaissance” …The very core of my existence is desperately fighting for this change, but the cold-hearted logic takes over, trying to stop this much needed procedure. How do I find my way? How do I overcome 41 years of behavioral patterns that stem from an even more complex multidimensional past?
As the eights make their presence known, I carefully count, and put them aside for further investigation! Their significance this very month of February, is as essential as the spontaneity of the events that will follow!
 4/2/2013



Mercury
As I allow this Virgo Full moon, illuminate my soul, I’m extra careful not to crush with all the information this Mercury Retrograde streams into my intuitive awareness!

Prompted by the need to “know”, I acknowledge that this is the optimum time to release old patterns. Peeling of layers of stuff that I picked up throughout my life, I know that Virgo, the Virgin, the Divine Mother, serves me as a vehicle for rebirth, an opportunity to recreate the person I am meant to be in a bigger way….

Today, as action-oriented Mars comes into the picture and connects with the Retrograding Mercury, it takes me back to February 8th where the same connection was taking place again….. I sit and make a note…. reminding myself to search my inner cosmos…. I’m sure I will find remnants of toxic feelings, moments where I allowed my ego to cloud my senses…..and I make a pact with my other self…. RELEASE!!!!!! 
26/2/2013





 I Am All
 
As the essence of my womanhood is scattered and returned to Gaia, helped by nature's elements, I look in the mirror and realize that time is running out! And suddenly I feel old!
I am Fire! I have passion, part of me is crimson red! At times the words I speak, burn.....!
I am Water! I shed tears, I dispose waste in liquid form, my emotions are shapeless... I can transform from steam to ice if I have to!
I am Air! My thoughts are everywhere... They can sneak into any crevice available if I concur! They are the food for my very existence. Without them I cannot breathe!
I am Earth! I want, I need, I claim! At the end, parts of me become one with the Earth mother! She patiently awaits for the return of the materials!
During Union, I become all four! The Air starts the Fire helped by Earth which is balanced by Water!
Suddenly I look in the mirror!
I am not old at all!!!
Youth is returned to me in waves of contentment, and at this moment the Water takes over!
28/2/2013

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Pandora's Box!

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Quoting myself from earlier this week.....




"On a hazy humid morning like today, my minds rolls.......to places I'd rather keep hidden, locked, put away for almost forever......
Feelings, thoughts and sentiments I thought I had buried in a little jeweled box along with some words on blue crispy paper, suddenly made their existence acknowledged! I almost forgot..... I called that little box my own Pandora's box.... carefully but lovingly put away never to be opened again. Not in this lifetime! Dans une autre vie peut etre!
When face to face with reality, I understood that sometimes the contracts and agreements we once made prior to this incarnation on the 3-D earth plane, cannot be broken, and like an invisible hand, destiny guides us to the fulfillment of our spiritual blueprint.......
I look at the contents of my little box in awe! And I whisper to myself.... So Be It!"



 Change is the only constant in our lives…It’s the way people try not to change that’s unnatural:

The way we cling to what things were, instead of letting them what they are,

The way we cling to old memories instead of forming new ones,

Or the way we insist on believing despite every scientific indication that anything in this life is permanent!

Change is constant! How we experience change though, that’s up to us.

It can feel like death or it can feel like a second chance in life; if we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it,

It can feel like pure adrenalin,

like at any moment we can have another chance at life…
like at any moment we can be born all over again!!!!

For better or worse we become more than our biology. The risk of course, is that we can change too much, to the point we don’t recognize ourselves.Finding the way back can be difficult. There is no compass, no map…. We just have to close our eyes, take a step and hope to God we get there…………

It’s very difficult to block the mind form rolling deep into the past, into blissful as well as terrifying moments in time that played a major role into forming one’s personality! When alone, we tumble into the abyss of our own labyrinth….. We are trapped, with little possibility of finding the way out and it is at that point we come face to face with our demons….. Some of us will let the demons take over; we become predictably unstable, selfish and let anger and jealousy torment our every cell. Some of us though, prepare for impact! We fight the demons with every means available until there’s nothing left. The length of recovery is determined by the extend of the injuries, and it’s not always successful, no matter how hard we work at it. Some of us might never fully heal... we might have to adjust to a whole new way of living. Things may have changed too radically to ever go back to what they were. You might not even recognize yourself. It’s like you haven't recovered anything at all....you are a whole new person...with a whole new life....

As we move along the guided lines of our life's blueprint, oblivious to the dramatic changes that occur during this journey, the biggest challenge of all, is taming one's ego!
Once we acknowledge that these changes probably serve a Divine purpose, we can then accept that when we find the strength to release and move on, the void that was once painfully crying to be filled, is nothing but an opportunity for the gates of a secret garden we never knew actually existed, to appear in front of us wide open!!!

I've come to the conclusion that whilst everything happens for a reason..... people come and go only to serve a specific purpose in our life! We make pacts, agreements..... we shake hands over complicated blueprints that we, ourselves design, oblivious to the effects they will actually have on us and the people around us... these blue prints are there from the beginning of time and we are the only ones who can actually make changes! So yes, right now I am GRATEFUL for what I had, what I have today and what tomorrow will bring me 'cause whatever it is, I know that somewhere in another dimension, I agreed to it, I planned it and I designed it exactly how I want it to be! I am grateful for the people that walked out of my life 'cause they've taught me valuable lessons and made me grow....I've learned that when you love unconditionally, you let go.....and I'm also grateful to the new people that walked into my life cause they brought this wind of change that blew like a whirlwind and slapped me in the face, making me want to live it all! For the first time in years, I'm shedding old rotten skin....... a painful process but an exciting one nonetheless! The new skin is beautiful, shiny, flawless...... and I am enjoying every minute of it!





                                                                                                                           Copyright © 2013 Emilia