Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

In my vineyard tonight a silence
creatures strange and many
contemplate
the cause.
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I lifted the head and saw green pastures
armed priests approached me
and covered the sacraments with the blood
of the poor of world.
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The doves rooste there
in the temple watching
the litanies
of man
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Strange coincidence Death- Death made manifest

the creator's death- is his rebirth tonight
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../The most horrible thing in this world
to live perfect, for a while./..

In this world three were born
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Strangely and thoughtlessly I summon grief
as if immaculate joy will dawn.

Christmas and Easter approach for all
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In the blue waters crow writes,
for live and death
of the old neighborhood
always talking to the revolution
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Wild the gender of persons
scary
and criminal
it destroys
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Self-deception speaks
slowly to the vigilant soul.
Before the day break
the deth - sleep
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In the darkness the heart eater
Slowly rip the hearts
only to eat.
How unhappy is the heart eater
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The silence is the most intolerable absence
is the terrible experience of the pulse of time
within the soul
passing back from two open eyes.
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All his life the troubadour
spins and sings for life
and for love
paints the neverending love
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Those Luminous children
of the earth
with multi-coloured clothes and empty
heads
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Metal tree of heart
and world of wrong hoping
mountains of titanium and chromium
skin from plastic tissue
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In the center of Attica the other Alexandria
more bitter mor Kavafyesque more chaste more alone
projecting a Venetian lumpen frame
a place hostile where gods and goddesses reside
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My Thersite died tonight
my honour crucified alone
no birds in the sky
gods and histories extinguished
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