Χρόνια διωγμών

Δόντια, νύχια, πληγές και φωνές
συμπληρώνουν την κόλαση των μαρτύρων
σε μια παράλληλη εποχή διωγμών.

'Οσο κι αν ψάχνουμε για τρύπες στο χρόνο
η ζωή συνεχίζει το διάβα της
σε κλειστούς κι επικίνδυνους δρόμους.

Οι ματιές συναντώνται μα χάνονται
πίσω απο δυο ανθρώπινα μα γυάλινα μάτια
και μόνο αυτές των ζητιάνων έχουν τη δύναμη...

Να ραγίζουν τις καρδιές και το χρόνο,
να κάνουν τα δόντια φωτιά που ζεσταίνει
και τα νύχια δέσμες φωτός.

                                     Ειρήνη Ασημένου

Χίλιοι προορισμοί σε μια πόλη

Κρύο; Δεν νιώθω πια τίποτα
Υγρο πυρ κυλάει στις φλέβες μου
καθώς αγωνίζομαι
την καινούρια αρχή να προλάβω!

Την αντοχή μου συχνα δεν την υπολογίζω,
μόνο χτυπήματα ξέρω πια να χαρίζω.
Δεν εμπιστεύομαι, δεν αγαπάω
και είναι μια άμυνα που δύσκολα πλέον θα πέσει.

Μου χει λείψει το γέλιο μου,
ο ήχος της καρδιάς μου όταν σπάει,
όταν σπάει και δίνεται σε χίλια κομμάτια.

Και είμαι εδώ,
στην αρχή και το τέλος των πάντων
με μόνη κι αναλλοίωτη έννοια μου,
την εκκίνηση πάλι!
                                                Ειρήνη Ασημένου

Forgiving the act of forgiveness

Giving away the flowers of redemption,
the choices that hollow the meaning of reason,
This is what must be called the end of propriety!

Like a drop in the channel of elegance
spoiling the perfection of fantasies
i am keeping my mind fixed on a galaxy,
miles away from your made up world.

Forget the jollies and pleasures of yesterday
linked to a face you locked up in my mirror,
used and washed up, while crying out years of clarity.

This is who i am, standing alive in front of you,
so pick up the pieces you scattered in solitude,
for that memory was the last gift I have given you
The private view to my childhood.

                                                                   Irene Asimenou

insomnia!

I need my peace of mind.

Somewhere lost through space and time,

it traps my emotions and capability of sleep

into some strong, wooden sells of negligence.

Forced against an empty pillow,

I seem to suffocate the threads of my memory

that intrude my nightmares just as crystal in sand,

during a thunderstorm in the middle of desert!

The seaside and the world around it,

just cover with roses my intolerant lifeline,

as the tears of my exhaustion

wet my mattress of happiness.

This mattress having been the birth of me

will eventually lead me to decay

while the desire for adventure into the wild

is the only comfort under my stars.

                                                  Irene Asimenou

Liar Liar!

That's it, out in the open... Your face is vague and your voice forgotten under the sound of the fierce wind which is cracking the broken edge of my window.
The wind cannot lie, it has nothing to hide, and it sweeps you over just to follow its tracks to the unknown, cold blue valley of salt and confusion.
You are not there anymore and i cannot lie that you are, you are out, nothing more than an ordinary person, just like the pain at the back of my back every morning...a normal scar meant to be forgiven but not forgotten while i teach myself not to block the truth from my system.
My ears can now only listen to truth, my mouth cannot speak lies and my mind cannot even come up with a decent excuse!
No more excuses for loosing faith, no more excuses for loosing myself!

Choosing a new ending for an old begining...

I am walking down the new streets of my everyday life, my shoes are getting old and the cold rain is burning my feet to the bone, while the music on my mp3 player sounds like an unfinished buisness; a story never been told!

My mind fleets to the sound of the falling leaves under the shadow of a blue-grey sky and my favorite bag is full with the books i have just checked out of the library.

Everyrthing feels old and i am tired of striving for something new. 
I have to finish this, i have to let go of the piercing memory, the false idea of happiness that's being coiled in my heart just like a viper protecting its eggs.
I need to imagine something new and exciting.
Imagine! 
Yes, imagination has always been my motivation for life but i am afraid i have lost it, along with my ability to trust and forgive. 
The song changed and i am already downhill, to the seaside just before a hint of Sun betrayed its existance and vanished into the sea.
I press forward and i seek for the strength to face the nightmares of a whole year in absence...with Eva Cassidy singing about Autumn leaves and the waves reaching the shore, only to go back again and come along with fresh news of the deep and frozen Atlandic Ocean.
News that i don't need to hear, because right now, l have to choose a new ending for an old begining....