Προσεγγίζοντας την κόψη

Υψώθηκε ο Ήλιος μου
μα δεν κοιμήθη ο γρύλλος μου
για να μπορέσω εγώ τον Θρύλο μου να δω

Κι εκεί εγώ να Τονε ψάχνω
με τα μάτια πηχτά και τα χέρια τυφλά
μες σε σαλόνια ζοφερά
που ’χουν και τα πορτοπαράθυρα χτισμένα
να ψαχουλεύω σαν τον μανιακό
που αψηφάει τον πανικό
ώσπου το τσακισμένο μου κορμί τα παρατάει
και στου Μορφέα τη βουλή τη λύτρωση ζητάει
ενόσω έν
ακόμη εγγύτερο βήμα προχωράει

Κι ευθύς πάλι μόλις σηκώνομαι
από του ύπνου μου την αϋπνία
ξανά στη γύρα ρίχνομαι
με πιότερη μανία
Τι σε νησιά εφτασφράγιστα
που ο Οδυσσέας μας φυλακίσθη
τι σε όρη δυσθεώρητα
που ο Προμηθέας εξορίσθη
Τι σε πυθαγόρεια ομακοεία
τι σε φτηνά χαμαιτυπεία
Τι σε ψυχές και πεταλούδες
τι σε ταξίδια και σ’ αρκούδες

Και δέομαι στον Απόλλωνα
ακτίνα να μου στείλει
για το μονοπάτι
στο πάθος της αιωνιότητας
μ’ ένα χαμόγελο
γνήσιας αθωότητας
γιατί με κάθε ώρα που περνά
όλο και πιο σιμά
την κόψη προσεγγίζω

Υ ψώθηκε ο Θρύλος μου
τραγούδησε ο φίλος μου
και το τραγούδι του ολάκερο
ένα διπλό ΝΑΙ εις διπλούν ήταν επίκαιρο
Αρετή με τις τέσσερεις ορθές γωνίες φτιάνοντας
κοντολογίς τα Θαύματα τα άγνωρα σηκώνοντας


Close To The Edge

I. The Solid Time Of Change

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev’ry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you’re running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.

Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching out to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the master’s name.

Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
Now that it’s all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you’re whole.

II. Total Mass Retain

My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love.
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above.
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand.
There’s you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don’t understand.

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armoured movers took approached to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.

Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close to the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by the corner.
Down at the edge, round by the river.

Sudden cold shouldn’t take away the startled memory.
All in all, the journey takes you all the way.
As apart from any reality that you’ve ever seen and known.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void.
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain.

Down at the edge, round by the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.

III. I Get Up, I Get Down

In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking.
Saying that she’d take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up,
I get down,
I get up,
I get down.

Two million people barely satisfy.
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late.
The eyes of honesty can achieve.
(She would gladly say it amazement of her story)
How many millions do we deceive each day?
(Asking only interest could be layed upon the children of her domain)
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.

In charge of who is there in charge of me.
(She could clearly see the lady sadly looking)
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
(Saying that she’d take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain)
The truth is written all along the page.
(She would gladly say it amazement of her story)
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
(Asking only interest could be layed upon the children of her domain)
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.

IV. Seasons Of Man

The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp’rance rules above…ah, ah

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past.
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.

Close to the edge, down by a river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it’s all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun.
Now that you find, now that you’re whole.
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up.

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