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 | Nikos LaiosNikos 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. | |
| | | | | | next | | Mortal Coil by Nikos Laios On the mounds they bled,Rutted, fornicated and bred,Life and death all mingled here,With love, innocence and fear,On the mortal coil they sang,Wait | | | The Descent by Nikos Laios The ascent,The descent,The trials and Tribulations,The revisions And divisions,Rebirths and | | | I Miss The Days by Nikos Laios I miss the hot desert, I miss the green valleys,I miss the majestic mountains, | |
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| | Somewhere by Nikos Laios Somewhere the night falls,Somewhere the night beginsAnd the stars illuminate the sky,And the love, chaos, pain and Transcendence all revealed | | | Frosted Window by Nikos Laios Your perfume lingers,We held each other During the night,We measured ourHeartbeats.
The morning sunStreamed through A frosted | | | The Sunset Journey by Nikos Laios I watch the sun go downFrom my balcony and the Sunset is glowing orange,I consider it all swimming In a a cool glass of Chablis,A | | | Mists Of Time by Nikos Laios Timbers, beams and masts,A forest of ancient ships Lie on the floor of the Black Sea suspended In time and perfectly Pr | | | The Scarred Land by Nikos Laios Brutally scarred cities In a brutally scarred land,The Russian army crawls Over the land like maggots, Over the festering sore | | | Blue Curling Waves by Nikos Laios The blue curling waves,The watery crush With foaming white fingersThat washes the wet sand.
The sea slowly recedes,And then the swell builds,And I tread water and turn around Facing the beach and await;And | | | New Dreams by Nikos Laios Under the starsWe breath tonight,Under the starsWe feel the world And dream New dreams.
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