Nikos Laios

Nikos Laios:poet,writer,artist,philosopher,and citizen of the world.Lived in Greece,and now in North Sydney,Australia.My home is any cafe with a warm heart,a glass of wine,and partaking in a symposium on life with new friends,with joy and laughter.


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	New World by Nikos Laios Someday they will say That we lived in a world Of desolation and strife, Of empty cities and townsPandemic bomb days Beheadings a
	Marching Boots by Nikos Laios The marching boots,The guns, the bayonets,Flapping flags,Clenched fists,Empty squares,The siren wails.
	The Edge by Nikos Laios Eyes glistened On the boulevard Among the crumpled Bags and graffiti as the Neon lights flashed In the streets and

	New Year's Eve by Nikos Laios I’m relaxing In my old boyhood Bedroom waiting for New Year’s Eve,The bottle of Jim Beam is ready,
	Rustic Kingdom by Nikos Laios The cedars crackedAnd splintered;Falling into the Grassy plains.
	Black Birds by Nikos Laios I saw two Black birds Fly overhead,And the wind
	Gypsy Face by Nikos Laios Your face melts With the sunriseAnd your green eyes Drip over the pine trees,Red lips soft like wax.
	At The End Of The Street by Nikos Laios In the rain,In the wind,And the cold,At the end of the street There’s a beating heart.
	Dance by Nikos Laios Dance My friend,With the The wind And the willowsThe babbling blueStream.
	Empty Harbour by Nikos Laios Death by pestilence,Congealed lungsAnd sallow skin Clinging to bones,Vacant stares And empty streets,Bowls
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