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Ode To a Hero

MAVERICK FREE VERSE

A hero is not each man
Lying on green battlefields
With chest riven, bloody hands
Waving at his honoured Death.
A hero is that man,
Who grasps his broken sword
And fights fiercely, without remorse
The demons drowning like a flood 
The island of his soul.
He who dares to wake the sleeping dragons,
Only to struggle against their fire,
Even if ash is the last flavor he'd taste,
His spot next to Peace reserves and merits.
Heroic only are the eyes which sight
Those lands of Glory,
Lying only few steps away
From the Other Side of the stone world.
With David's bare hands
A hero angrily attacks against Goliathic fears,
Seeking the final redemption, the brightest triumph
For his troubled, divided soul.
Within a Solitude, never to be restored
A lonely rider chases the fifth Season.
Blessed is this man, who cries
With Heaven tears of freedom,
Tenderly embracing his fragile human traces.
Is there any deed more gallant, after all?

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What Is Joy

The sun is risen, another day is here like a movement.
Eyes are meeting with a glance.World's invisible smiles.
The day break of our youth, the distance to cover from our dreams.
We sow the seed of hope every night in the garden of spring,
spreading arms to life's mystery,embracing our reflection's energy,
we learn to accept this circle of fire and water,like a religious harmony.

Looking through the eyes of sky we seek the blue aura of harmony
and we have learned to trade world's patience with passion movement.
Holding our breaths we run to pass the finish line as we fumble our energy.
We win we lose,yet the light of the sun will bind our lips to smile.
Gates are opening and we hold the key to unlock the coming of the spring
from a past where whe made the choice of fates,of paths and dreams.

It is the life whe can't fulfill when we pause a dream
even if its fire burns us. The puzzle is formed with feelings of harmony.
The year's steps are closing to justify our winter,our summer,our spring.
Falling from a fall that made us greater to spread our inner movement.
Covering our arms with touches soft,grasping breaths from above,smiling
in front of limits that make us eager to believe in our soul's energy.

Conclusions with stars renewable sources,renewable energy
choices of freedom,as a divine fight a human gives for the idea of a pure dream.
Like heroes carrying guns of peace firing light of tears and smiles
sacrifices from our past to gain the land of harmony,
where grass is melting with the pleasure of a closer move
to reach the other side of a season's spilt,a resting spring.

We are waiting for answers to glorify our journey to spring
to reach ourselves,we offer our power and energy
and as we lay to our prayers storming our moves
we know that the clock is ticking to our side,time is dreaming
the purity of unexpected knocks on our door harmoniously,
balancing between our wrongs and rights with a smile.

Driving in lanes of gold as day begins to spread its smiles,
people's needs are covering our touch to bring back spring.
Holding from hands love lasts melting harmony
with force.The power of true in our veins energetic
antidote for the poison of suffer.We have now found the way to dream
raising our eyes to the sky,forming the revolution with a move.

The hug of a friend and the memory of a never fading smile.
The first smell of flowers blossom in the rain of the spring.
The distance phone call in the middle of the night that interrups our harmony.

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Unspeakable Love

Your smile firm raises walls on my peace.
Times we gave up return without cease,
   Nights we chose to forget
   Are gasping for a breath
Neath pilows wet from sweat, tears and a kiss.

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The Dominant - Prose

He reached the slope of lost dreams.Mountains and snow twisting like a veil 
around shadows heavy and insisting.He watched the clouds change form,
becoming the echo of his breath.Slope of lost words.Somewhere between heaven and 
earth,he stood behind the white quietness and whispered:''Close your eyes, 
unreachable sky!Everyone who dies,remembers.To the open sea of infinity let me 
fly!''And like that, without shoes, without redemption rolled on the snow. He reached 
the white cliff and came back. If he fell, he would reached the top.White convictions 
floated on the snow.Only if time was more than a heavy diversion!
Horses of freedom were travelling with him among snowflakes and naked trees of 
passion.Their steps were leaving traces like a phantom limb,stating all these passages 
which formed the seasons' conscience.The white river was floating with a constant row
like the weapon that has even another bullet inside.''Pull the trigger!Do it!'' His scream 
was the only blow.The journey of destiny was interrupted over the icy road.
So he made his own.Returning the time that he borrowed,he changed his Thursday and 
left for the unknown.Now he is looking from the top of a white world the glass doors of 
others, throwing stones to break them.He reached the abyss of purity, as an Edenic 
mortality on hell.He was the Dominant. Nothing left to judge, nothing to condemn.

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Kerberos - a Dog's Myth

Atrocious guard of Darkness 
And Hadese's faithful pet.
Three heads enriching a body of scars,
Arriving to a fiery back-end of a dragon.
His sharp teeth he shows
To those who have crossed the river Styx,
To those who watch the years passing
From chinks bleary, missing the sun.
His skills are known, 
His power unique, as he eliminates any trespasser
With nails keen.
His eyes, these eyes combine fire with madness.
Inside them only Hell finds its missing shelter.
In channels of terror he walks
Day and night
Carving threats to those who died,
Yet face the misery of living inside those wet walls.
Maybe he is the true Guard of great gates,
Separating those who live from those who left the seasons,
Removing the coin from their mouth
-The payment of a lifetime-
Sending empty hands to empty cells.
And he accepts no visitors,
And he accepts no challenge,
As he is forming circles around human shadows
To mark his territory, as a real dog would do.

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From My Window

Worn ships are sailing
Riving the sea like sharp shivs,
To defiy dumb waves.

Valeria Iliadou-An Haiku From Your Window

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Kafkaesque

Now stand still and take the oath
define your choices by their trace
as this is the one and final case.
Fears are melting with confusion
a Kafkaesque pursuit for redemption
finding the end will be the exception.
''Guilty as charged''! Voices crawl
a door is thumped and people brawl
a Kafkaesque sharing of fortunes.
Lost consciences are passing the gates
where flaming light still awaits
to divide the Kafkaesque instincts of freedom.

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The Gates

Lost consciences are passing the gates to divide the Kafkaesque instincts of freedom.

Valeria Iliadou
"One Amazing Line"

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Pure Intentions

Lost in the Conscience Labyrinth
He dragged his wishes from silence.
Time showed it's magical smile,
Somewhat ironic, yet fair,
And let him spin around it's journey.
Some dreams were not followed,
As sand he held on hands, 
Instead of stones.
Never learned to seperate
An oasis from a real lake,
So he was leaning to drink water
On every chance,
Yet his mouth stayed dry
After all those years.
No matter what color took his life,
It's just fair to say that
His intentions were always completely pure!

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If Only I Had One Day

If I only had one day to live on earth's fragile dimension
I would pass by all fears that kept me standing like rock,
Dismissing stodgy impulses to win in a concrete contention
For my instincts to release, as new Gates arise and unlock.
Oh!The unfair world would carry on it's endless course 
And Time's vanity would sell promises still to human mind,
Yet, I would weep not for my Fate's erring horse,
Even if my ticket was expired, a Golden path would be defined.
Maybe I would send letters of love to lovers I craved all those years,
Or I would spend last moments with faces familiar and close,
Or even maybe I would find the one to die with me and plan our steers,
The beauty of this land I walked to leave and expiate near windy blows.
My soul ready for return would seek redemption upon the starry sky,
Reaching my Home I will wave to earth's wisdom, hearing it's long ''bye-bye''.