Niko Tiliopoulos Poems

And thus I don’t know
if I should write to you or cry.
Cause when my sorrow drains,
my final tear is shed,
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Jazz is cool
and you are a fool
if you don't like some fuzz by the pool
in a sleazy bar in Liverpool.
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What can I write about her?
I could use my feelings like myrrh,
I could attempt my thoughts to spur,
but I would err myself pointlessly,
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'The centre of all things zen'
read the city guide in front of me.
I summoned my soul and recited a mantra
but the gods were still sad,
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And so the day turned,
grasping the quarter of the year,
the newborn, from its hair.
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The day had grown
and a wicked night
in the darkness of his eyes
had stained his life.
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The time has come again
when the light
hides in its shadow
when grey
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As our years go by
the beers get dry
and bitter,
litre after litre of solid tears.
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The fate's warning
is warming
my desires, through her lonely eyes,
the black curtains' stars lies,
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(lyrics written with lovely Mania)

Good morning air, and flowers, and birds, and bees,
I’m walking along this avenue breeze.
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