The lines have been drawn

The walls have been built

The enemy puffs at the gate

Forever lingering like a loyal dog

The bear, the shark, the snake, and black dog

All symbolize

The enemy, the  foe, the rival

They Claw,

Gnash with their teeth,

 Slither and howl

The tides of hate flow

Back and forth

And in a stormy black sea

 A lonely boat with a white flag

 Pleads for peace

But goes unheard

 Just muffled cries in the dark

Who will win, who will lose

It won’t matter

It will never end.


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Collage on paper by Angela Zafiris

Unseen forces

and foes alike

tried to cut you down

dark feathers in the wind

you fought

in this world of

negative faces

and negative places

they say you have to fight

your battles alone

but they were wrong

we are not alone

an invisible hand

like a lightening bolt

reaches for you through the clouds

you were chosen

Most virtuous

and noble of all

worthy of redemption.

Many Crosses to Bear

greekbiblequotes3I have no laurels

to sit on

so I’ll count my losses

and carry gold crosses

I will win this war.

 “And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me.” Matthew 10:38

καὶ ὃς οὐ λαμβάνει τὸν σταυρὸν αὐτοῦ καὶ ἀκολουθεῖ ὀπίσω μου, οὐκ ἔστιν μου ἄξιος.”  ΚΑΤΑ ΜΑΤΘΑΙΟΝ 10:38

Two Black Hearts/Δυο Μαυρες Καρδιες


Two frozen black hearts melt in the sun light. They can’t hide in the shadow forever..

Two black hearts
Αn anger that won’t subside
Cold and dark
As a winters’ night
They fight
The light together
From blue to black
And black to blue

Μay a black heart never trouble you!

‘Better a red face than a black heart’. Portuguese proverb

Between Two Lands

Greek and Canadian CoinsI know a woman who is
Torn between two lands
Her eyes are closed
Her arms are stretched out
And raised high to the sky
To feel the heat of the sun
But instead she feels the biting of the cold
The glass is never empty or ever full
The bitter and sweet tastes
Will forever remain on her tongue
Her heart is split between two worlds
Two different lives
In two different countries
She is careful not to betray either one
She says she stays in a land that she did not choose
Or did she?


Many Mirrors/Πολλούς Καθρέφτες


Long MirrorsSurrounded by mirrors
On the streets
No passersby
Gazes at the looking-glass
Even the beautiful
Won’t gaze at the glass
Under the rays of the harsh day light
To avoid the truth
The frown that still lingers
A wrinkle that is permanent
The furrowed brow of anger and resentment
The reflection of a tear in the eye
But the glass doesn’t see the soul
Only the surface
It’s not a true reflection.