Niko Tiliopoulos Poems

Don’t go to Bali my friend.

Even if the whales whistle you the way,
even if the dolphins dance for you to stay,
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When you were young, the world was infinite,
a great unknown of random possibilities,
boundless potentials of impossible dreams,
dreaming of love and hope in endless probabilities,
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I missed the Spring.
I fell asleep under the shadows of my desires,
with mandolin sounds for lullabies
and my grandfather’s pipe,
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Why do you act this way?
Everything beautiful dies away.
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When I saw you sad,
drowned inside your wet world,
I believed that I could make
your lips smile again.
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There is a field,
a land stained with memories,
scattered like stardust,
the tears of the night sky,
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She is composed of moon dust
of Atlantis's adorning coral crust
shaped by da Vinci's confidence
tinted with van Gogh's innocence
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This is the last week
I see my reflection on your morning eyes.
The last time
I draw hope from the vibrations of your voice.
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A certain formula on Carpe Diem’s site
gives some swain people a fright,
with its might and frank right
and wrongs, it seems it belongs
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On the night of the Barley moon
he became a lost soul;
dark matter in the whirlpool of creation;
the dust of a burned-out star;
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