A Stractural Decontruction

"I don't do drugs.  

  My dreams are frightening enough." 

                                      M.C. Escher

Picture

my point of world

Such minor

to invade

so huge to scrare away

Picture

my point of view

Such a mess

to comprehent

so steady structured 

to escape from

Now,

picture

my holy demons 

against my diabolic angels

alas

the purity of structure 

against 

the ruins of deconstruction

Slight point

almost invisible to naked blindness

beneath 

an evil merge 

beyond 

a sheer scream

the one last divine breath

worthing

a determined defeat

Such a

Structural Deconstruction

alas, worthing 

the greatest fear of life

Life itself

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(c) Evangelia Hatzidaki

     Creations by M.C. Echer

Mousic: ΕνδεΛεχΧεία

Cynical Cracks-The GoNes

Thunder-tips

your ego

so windy in an ocean of vanity

Underneath

sharpened nails

all screams of the breathless alives

Thunderstirikes

my ego

so salty in an horizon of bitterness

Beyond

sharpened senses

all cry of the cynical seas

Egos

just so desperatelly 

egos

sharpened in vanities

of cynical  fingertip edges

Go on

walk on

the odd geography

of a fleshy crack

to be revealed in silent moves

the same old story

identifying

those of the unknown vibes

those of sharpened edges

those, 

the gones by

For 

Those We have Been

Those We Are

Those We Shall be

The Gone Ones

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(c) Evangelia Hatzidaki

      [ J.LeGent & PassenGers

 ....in High decibels only :-) ]