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

AND THOU-JOHN BAKALIS-2017

A sudden start
Lying on my back
A darkening sky.
In my field of vision
the orange glow of the sun.
Bursts of activity, my memories.

Lapping against the rocks
the sound of the sea.
Cries of seaguls.

FEEL OF NOTHING-JOHN BAKALIS-2017

Touching my arm
camping down...
smile prety and genuine.
Long forgotten memories.

I looked at a cup of tea.

Struck me with absolutely clarity.
An old fashioned shash window.
I am half out of myself.
It was a sunny, warm jabbing me.....
I slowed, taking in the sounds,
smells around me.....
Feel of nothing....

Photo GIANNA GRAUND