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Best Poems Written by Alexios Lazarou

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Happy Birthday

I pray for Time to be a vast white canvass on which Potential’s quivering paintbrush colours all of Being in royal hues for you. 

May it layer your Time first with sweeping green meadows of Peace, Joy, and Love, nourished by ceaseless blue rivers of Meaning. 

May your meadowlands be ringed with heaping mountains of Grace and Fulfilment that reach in excited dizzy strokes all the way to the laughing silver stars of Paradise, where Beauty leans down and touches everything with warm rainbow ecstasy. 

May it dapple your meadow with red roses of Delight, Happiness, and Wonder, where Excitement and Awe can be seen leaping about like nymphs, weaving a golden story of majesty with the fluidity and athletic prowess of the dancer. 

Finally, when Potential has finished and laid its grinning brush to rest, I pray that every holy dream and desire you’ve ever known has blossomed into bright life, and all language has ceased and is quiet, and you can bask in the soul’s blessed stillness. 

Then may only Gratitude - softly, humbly, like the gentle murmur of the earth after a rain shower -  prevail to express your wholeness. 

May God hang your masterpiece in a place of high honour on the wall of Eternity.

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Breathe Deep

Here you collapse, crying alone
Does the ocean make you feel 
Like all your desperate appeals
Break futilely as waves 
On impassive stone? 

Let me shake this icy rain off you
Let me drape this purple cape I made you
On your sorrow 
Your blue eyes shouldn't be so overcast

So breathe deep 
Inhale the sea breeze 
Recall that all your darkness
That you see
Is weaker than my love for thee
Take a deep breath
Let me quell your loneliness  
Perceive the seagulls as they crest 
The endless thermals that buffet them 
Effortless 

As the sun rises in celestial bliss
I see your suffering made manifest 
Our natures promise goodness with an ethereal kiss
But in the burning sand you can't help feeling worthless

Like a seabird with broken wings
You're a saint who forgot what joy means
You wonder why I would be the man
For a shell like you
But it's your pearls I love, you clam!

So breathe deep 
Inhale the sea breeze 
Recall that all your darkness
That you see
Is weaker than my love for thee
Take a deep breath
Let me quell your loneliness  
Perceive the seagulls as they crest 
The endless thermals that buffet them 
Effortless 

When the ocean's blue eternity 
Sends a tide to take our white beach 
Then kiss me without uncertainty 
Heed the ageless wisdoms as they preach 
Oh, inhale peacefully your final sleep

And maybe as we hold us, peaceful songbirds, soundless 
We will number our blessings, grains of white sand, countless
And we'll find our fears, monsters of the deep, groundless 

So breathe deep 
Inhale the sea breeze 
Recall that all your darkness
That you see
Is weaker than my love for thee
Take a deep breath
Let me quell your loneliness  
Perceive the seagulls as they crest 
The endless thermals that buffet them 
Effortless 

Breathe Deeply...

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Ideology

Cold hungry hands 

How they wrench and heave
Hack and cleave
Stretch twist and compress
Hands of Procrustean carnage 

 And how will they attain their prized guest? 
She is too luxuriant and grand to deign rest in an iron bed 

Ah but these hands are crafty in their foolish obsession 
They only need a piece to justify their ends

And how easy she is to extract!
The ether of being where she dwells  
Contracts to proportions pinchable by dextrous digits
The simple triumph of purposed Mind

Once the hands have her she bucks and kicks 
How alive she seems! Though she is in her death throws

But alas, she is formless. She must be made to fit! 
With religious attention to scientific precision the feverish, clammy hands  measure, pull, hack 
How precise they are! Entire volumes must be filled - great tomes must be written in order to encapsulate all the intricacies of the hands’ technique!

And what is the result? Such perfection! Such seamless fitting. 
There she lies 
Shackled by impenetrable certainly 
Stretched taut and straining 
How she strains! 
 
How beautiful! How simple and true she seems
She glows implacable
The rust-tang colour of contrived honesty   

Delusion!
But even as the hands dance 
 - Primitively, like maggots - 
She, the disfigured beauty on the iron bed
Begins to fade, translucefy 
Until Time, her favourite companion
Makes her opaque with the grotesque monolith of her Orwellian dwelling 
She betrays its concealment

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For My Favourite Dancer

All things must end
Be they fear or fire or pain
Or a soft, hot sweet dream 
Like rekindling youth while dancing in summer rain
Or like bonding blissfully 
With nimble-footed friends 
Or finding you to dance with 
In wild abandon instead 
All things must end
Even the crippled tears of eyes that say goodbye
Every confused fear of change that trembles inside
Even the simple smiles
And the happy sighs of fun well had
Will end sometime
But gratitude is like a deep breath
It fills me up and puts my mind at rest
And for you gratitude raises high my chest
Like a crest of all things blessed 
Like a happy necklace, it makes memories 
Full of laughter and gaiety
That I can hold hearteningly to my soul
And hang around my neck
To bring warmth when it gets cold
So thank you for your gifts
Your ready laugh and smooth hips
But especially for being my friend
For sharing your company with me until the end
And before I impart my final farewells and kiss your hand
I would ask that to me forgiveness you would grant 
For any offence I have caused you in action or wordy rant
Or by negligence in taking a passive stance 
When I ought to have paid more attention 
And left less to chance
Please pardon a young lung who with you was pleased to dance

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Catch a Feeling

Sitting alone, watching the night
Soaking in the last few minutes of daylight
On the roof, among the trees 
My skin tickled by a warm light breeze
Looking West, feeling blessed 
The pink sky makes the mountains silhouettes
My heart and mind open, bittersweet 
Contemplating all the distant memories

I can hear the laughter echo from another time
It fills my lungs and I breath it out into the sky
I trace the source of all the melodies 
The states of mind that formed the soundtrack of my life

So many dark days have passed by 
But they can’t affect the peace in my mind
So many agonies and tragedies, the worst kind
But it’s the beautiful moments that bring tears to my eyes 

I feel gripped by the evening
The stars lend some perspective to my life
I know this moment of clarity is fleeting 
Forgotten by my mountain of pride

So I’m trying to catch a feeling
It feels like thank you
Like all the different parts of me
Have finally found harmony
I’m trying to catch a feeling
I feel so grateful
Like all the blood I’ve ever shed and bled
Has been cleansed by renewed innocence 
Oh I’m trying to catch a feeling

Walking alone, no one in sight
Along a forest path like a ribbon of moonlight
Late spring, among the trees
My senses filled by aromas from a thousand beautiful things
The silence makes a song where my heart can sing
It fills me until my lungs are bursting
There’s so much peace that I fall to my knees
And weep laughter because this knowing will soon leave me

So many dark days have passed by 
But they can’t affect the peace in my mind
So many agonies and tragedies, the worst kind
But it’s the beautiful moments that bring tears to my eyes 

I feel gripped by the evening
The stars lend some perspective to my life
I know this moment of clarity is fleeting 
Forgotten by my mountain of pride

So I’m trying to catch a feeling
It feels like thank you
Like all the different parts of me
Have finally found harmony
I’m trying to catch a feeling
I feel so grateful
Like all the blood I’ve ever shed and bled
Has been cleansed by renewed innocence 
Oh I’m trying to catch a feeling

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Happy Mother's Day

Mom, I love you like a sunset
You are in my life so often 
That sometimes I forget 
Your Beauty 
But when I pause and look up
I am overwhelmed 
To watch the orange fire wane
Is to gaze at the flaming echo of all eternity   
And to look into your eyes 
Is to witness the sky-blue certainty 
Of Love borne for all of time
But unlike the sunset
Which also heralds threat 
In your eyes there is security 
I can see your care for me
I love you dearly 

Mom, I am grateful for you like an azure sea
When Life’s heat 
Bears down on me
To scorch and burn
And the paths I walk
Are on sharp, sun-baked rocks
That gouge and singe my feet
Your caress is the gentle sea
Cleansing my tears of agony
A cool embrace that is safe and deep
The memory of your arms carrying me 
And even when you are stormy
And bleed angry grey into the azure sea
I am grateful all the more
Your rebukes have tempered me 

Mom, you bring me Joy like the scent of Home
I am filled up by the smells 
With which I have grown
Stained wood, cut grass, animal musk,
Dust, open sky, mountains, incense, rain 
The basement instruments we played 
But more than these is the smell of you 
The familiar fragrance of your perfume 
Of your hair shampoo 
The aromas of your cooking food
Your caffeine-cinnamon breath 
When we kissed each other
These smells I miss like no other
To breathe you in is to 
Remember all I have known
Mother, you are the Joy of Home

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Poem of Depression

I am the Ego .

I am the All-Too-Measurable .

I am the great Inferiority .

There is no half full or half empty glass
	My vessel holds no water

I am the anti-Christ of honour
 From the vantage of the depths of Tartarus 
	I look down at myself:
 				the cursed prodigy of inadequacy 
	      - Of unabridged stupidity  - 
 I am Despair’s beast of burden
	Even my tears are corrupt: 
					an overflow of swollen vanity
I would be pitiable
  But pity is not small enough to find me
- The self-deluded 
- The hypocrites 
- The epitomes of common fraudulence 
Of such I am 
	Not even in my sin am I 

		Unique.

I am a convoluted masochist 
 I would injure those who love me
  So that
 	- via their sorrow and horror -
     I could justify my self-loathing  

I shall have no hope of a lover
 Only a needy and emaciated soul 
	- A dreg of humanity -
    Could be tempted to share the fungal rotten apple  
     That is my existence
       But to such will I submit in the end
         Out of craven animal necessity 

          Impotent for hot or cold,                    
My soul simmers eternally lukewarm

I am vomit out of your mouth .

I am the art and science of disappointment . 

i am sorry.