Raw becomes the plight of my exisrence, only to fade into darkness. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016 Advertisements
During the evening I sit up in my bed, reading a book. I drift off into the realm of dreams Horizons bleed out into my visions. For the memories they entail will Wash away remnants of the past. Ring, ring, ring into my ears with Your somber voice. Tickle the keys enabling words To flow … More Allegiance To Lordly Light
The years unfold in the mist of my Teary eyes. I’ve been longing for the tides to carry Me off into the oceans body; however, They only bring me back to the shore. I’m the song you used to sing. Tear down this brick wall. I wish to be overcome by the moonlight. … More The Plighted Star
I dream a misty blue Around the crevices of my Eyes. Your candor does not exceed Any relic the past offered me; Nor does it offer comfort in Times of duress. All the winds blow against My cold flesh. I recall your lion’s den Surrounding me with stale Air. For there … More The Lion’s Den
Sending his spirit through the clouds, his eyes remain transfixed on mine. I can see his gentle heart glowing a vibrant gold. For there is a fire burning within him guiding the lost toward the realm of heaven. For he is a man precluding hope. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2017
Finality comes with being recomposed by the winds. Laughter burns up hearts of the innocent who run With a whimsical stride. I hear the winds breath every now and then Through my living room window, while The cars roar. Shout at the moon, you flamboyant fire. I am not appeased by your bite … More Finality Comes
I touch isolation; yet, its fires burn me. How can I ask for any Grace to be bestowed upon a listless night when all in racketeer sends me back into your flames. Lord, deliver me from these monsters haunting me, and help me to create an escapade. I want to dance in your Glory. I long … More Song Of My Haunting
Amen for the light in the sky On a cold winter’s night. The moon captivates my heart, Making quake while absorbing It’s tenderness. There is no fallacy in the arms Of another’s woes. For there is only shedding of tears For the long lost soul to return to The one he left behind. … More Where Is My Sunrise?