Sofia Kioroglou

I fell in love with a frog,
who was sitting alone on the banks of the Nile,
mooning over the premature decease of his beautiful wife.
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Your stabs hit me exactly where you hope they would
with such ferocity that gouges out all vanity and conceit.
A knife thrust through the illusions of my bloated ego,
An ugly distortion of an inner image through a plastic glass
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I am walking ahead and ahead
and still in the same place.
I am treading water
walking through a morass.
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The leaves have turned yellow

the skies scowl at me
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On the verge of tears

I try to put my thoughts in order.
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As wide asunder from pole to pole
My Eastern and your Western
in jarring disjuncture I am breaking
laying to rest the yawning divide.
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Forgive yourself and each other
Spew hate and watch it slap you in the face
Be careful with the gun you pull
the finger on the trigger may be your own-
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More blessed are the fallen mourners
than those who have not fallen,
For they have fathomed the error of their ways
and have repented of their sins
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Eternal struggle

not against flesh and blood,
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No shock, no engulfment...
Just the natural corollary to physical birth.
Death is standing on your porch screaming out
and beckoning you to come downstairs.
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Your chocolate eyes sparkle
effervescent and fragile
they melt like cream in your latte
as they flutter like a butterfly before
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I see an obstacle
always a roadblock
in my dreams and when awake
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My dad's unwilting enthusiasm
does little to reduce my anxiety
actually quite augments it
as I try not to hit the pavement
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For a moment I thought
I had found a new home
I was swathed in blankets
and given some food.
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Love me and I will love you back.
Crash me and I will adore you
You grind me down like no other
But I do not waver.
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Love is like the measles.
Once you catch it,
it starts spreading like wildfire.
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Jerusalem
The city of Gold
Jerusalem
Where Jesus walked
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Life is like riding a bicycle
You don't fall unless you stop pedalling
But what about freewheeling?
It is like allowing your life
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Sound no trumpet before you,
man's praise a hollow reward
what good is giving alms
like the hypocrites do in the streets?
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