Gracelessness a sign of virtue....

Grey buildings, bloody cold
Smelled as the truth welled up
in a world without faith
or ''antifaith''....

Blandly....
I am not good at dates....
I am not the ''good kid'' of the neighbourhood...

Her death and after

the dance of the phoenix
A sign seeker
in vision i roam...
into my glass....
They say that God was in the...battle...
In the battle i was...
as a dream follower...
in shades....
Walking i saw four footprints...
in a way to my mind....
as a dark eyed gentlement....
I heard the storm..
and a dream question...
I was  a vampirine fair
Deep desiring
My lost love


PHOTO   Mrs  IRO TSOURTI

EYES THAT FIX' D IMPLORE- jOHN BAKALIS-2017

LINE OF NOWHERE

Chained and helpless
slapped threatened.
Something had happened.
Keep to your story. Move things along.

A figure slip inside.
Keep a lid on the burst of hope
I am in pieces.

I follow into a line of nowhere.


(Sometimes i try things, that don't get along. I keep it that way. Maybe an other time).

THAT COUNTENANCE THERE FASHIONED....

Nervous as i was
An appraising look through the glass
Fill, fill me with confidence.
She lied in the photo.
Hard and dark expressions....
try hard to hide
lies.....actress ....expressions...
Come to my frame...
go through everything.....
There are missing pieces in our story.

HUNG DOWN THAT BRIGHT WEED-JOHN BAKALIS-2017

Man with hopes and dreams.....
once upon a time.....
Circumstances, age brought me down.
Sadness, dwelt in...me....
Thought dismissed.
Inspiring.......moment....shut out the world...

A FAINT ORANGE GLOW-JOHN BAKALIS-2017

To the dreams i had,
visions of violence.
Eyes of men,
breathed each other's sweat.
Big earlier dream,
an abstract artwork
on the wall.
A nightmare......

They fell real...
A nightmarish pu

zzle.
A faint orange glow on the orizon....



PHOTO -IRO TSOURTI