Biography of Chrysostomos Tsiailis
Chrysostomos was born to a loving and caring family at a rural area on the Greek island of Cyprus. He values friendship and pleasant energy. He studied English Language and literature at the University of Nicosia. He is an English teacher, amateur astrologer, and an entertainer. As a fervent believer of astrology, Chrysostomos has dedicated his life in researching and helping people around him with his knowledge on the matter.
Chrysostomos Tsiailis Poems
Michael Jackson Superstor
Michael I 'm writing this letter to make you and me feel better, a week's time was my childhood and a month without you has been a bore, but at least now they won't spit at you anymore.
1st Vs 3rd Die-Mention.
I Wasn'T I
Oh self that you fear of everything unknown when will you decide to meet yourself? And I answer to you my closest friend, I have known your existence but I never tried to communicate with you because I thought that it would be absurd to chat to myself. And now? How do you feel? As if I am not alone.
Whenever I close my eyes I see in me. And it's not nice. Not because I am not nice. But because I have been too nice.
Presumptuous Misconception Summer 2006-W...
Love forced by creation of the most realistic fake inner world which is for most «unlucky» people less traveled by brain’s outstanding evolution as a host feelings
Well, Well, Well
Light, don’t you ever interfere In this dream of mine The little kitten feels fear Because the sun tomorrow will shine
Keep your pocket untouched As the Wiseman said You are the only one to touch To earn and maintain your bread
Venus Your wind that’s cold Scatters the green leaves of my soul Leaves them lie down
Whenever I close my eyes
I see in me. And it's not nice.
Not because I am not nice.
But because I have been too nice.
Christ had been too nice, nicer than any of us.
Ok I see nice things as well, many times.
I managed some people to respect me,
and that feels nice. Why they liked me when I liked my self, this I cannot analyze. I just know that I liked myself only when I succeeded in some aspects that some others whom I admired had succeeded. And I had to be mean. But the ones who hadn’