George Papoutsis

I don't know the Greek guy George Papoutsis, but I'm so impressed to see,

His humble wear and 

Whitening beared and hair,

He inspired me!

Don't mistake his looks for weakness, 

He baskets the ball without sneakers,

Heavy Timberlands he puts on to play and in New York city he drives to pay..

His bills, what an honest man! 

While helping disabled children, doing what he can, he's morally grounded!

And man! The way he moves and shoots ball, I'm amazed, I'm dumbfounded!

- Keep up the good work George, you're great! ...God bless!

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Your love

(a response to the question of am I normal or ordinary?) 

I'm a star amongst billions in space, shining brightest of them all,

Like every blade of grass clothed beautifully in green gowns, my gown glows greater on a path of light,

Like every petal luscious in colour and every leaf on every tree, but I'm surrounded by awe.

For me, the clouds golden lining shines at sunrise absorbed through the eyes, 

flecks of light cover everything around with warm wishes, 

a tunnelling mole as a volcano erupts is in view,

The feel of the oceans on my feet, and trickles of water to quench the thirst of a playing puppy and gurgling newborn child.

Through green eyes, sailing a boat, lense focused and taking pictures of the world,

The leaf that fell from the tree then sliding off your shoulder to the ground is me, fore It has life giving breath. 

The wonderment of the moment,

The glory of view,

A sparrow totters past on uneven earth, then flies away in a hurry,

Flowers look to the sun,

then the glittering Cosmos enlightens me, the delightful change of your expression lets me know I need not what others have, because I have your love.

The cradle of love

Haunting, but beautiful, frightening, yet special,

The kaleidoscope of uncommon genius to crack any code stems from love of the heart,

Incredibly smart though with a softness and a kindness untold,

Until the terrifying psychotic episode did unfold,

Then the rare story unravelled for people to behold.

This schizophrenic is a beautiful man, with a beautiful mind,

A soldier of mentality,

A psychological warrior overcoming cerebral torture to see what others do not,

Not the delusions, not the hallucinations and voices in his mind, but the artistic, creative, unfathomable ability to decipher numerical oddities rendering the odd and stigmatized to normalized and harmonized, and kind.

The movements and circling of pigeons is a game, that brings fame and Nobel Prize, no surprise that love and genius with that Aristotelian tincture of madness and sadness, brings unparalleled brain power,

No sour taste,

No regret,

As love conquers iniquity and frailty to display the facts set,

Strengths through electrocution to find the solution,

Strengths through overcoming medications and drug filled injections,

Strengths through morality, mortality and insanity.

Poetic justice and injustice unhidden withstanding cruelty, true and empathetically purposed,

Without riptide and corseness, but built with gentleness and warmth, and genuine, not pride and a thick hide, but humanly kind. 

As the diploma was given, the painting sold, the applause and the handshakes over,

He thanked the bond of love that got him past being stripped of life, 

The embracing cradle of love gave him a power greater than any other,

to give love back.

The line of defiance

With my compass forever with me,

I draw a line in the sand,

a line you can't comprehend with weakness,

only with strength,

the line never sleeps nor ends,

but like the mottled glow of light on the sea, it only gently fades at night always returning with force at sunrise.

I want you to be happy as the line is drawn, 

and I do the best I can,

for more than a thousand years,

I love you,

I struggle and I suffer for you,

for more than a thousand years,

ceaselessly without break or crack,

the footprints have been made, 

the line is eternal.

Pebbles and stones smoothed and shaped with time, 

gradually pounded by geology and physics to grain, but never disappear.

I hold an age of history in the palm of my hand,

though I let it blow away in the wind it still exists.  

The heat of the sun burns,

but the oceans do not evaporate, 

condensation falls to the ground and replenishment continues.

I want you to feel cherished, 

and I do all I can,

for more than a million years,

Boundless I sail the winds and rays of the sun,

ceaselessly I pray and I like a child I become,

The steps to Heaven have begun.

The line of defiance is feared,

An unbreakable chain,

yet allowing in the light of the light, so that no darkness penetrates it. 

It's a wall transparent and humble, 

defying anything that is not good.

It guides my eyes, 

allows me to live

and within it my heart stays. 

We are the light

I'm aware of the light of my body and mind, fore I effect the universe, and all living kind, so I cast a shadow of light from within the darkness of the cave, and step forth with light into the light, the first fight for the first brave.

Stars, planets, swarms and plague's, sunset and sunrise, moon phase and stage, the ladder of degradation and elevation leads to one's salvation, people of all shapes, sizes and guises fight to gain light, so the fight continues towards the light.

Emotions, morals and my entire inner being effect my body and my surroundings' way of seeing, fore we and our environment are created, we live in harmony, the levels of harmony balanced with levels of light determine our levels of sight, blindness and insight, in turn consequential levels of morality correlate with perfection to self reflection and mental selection, and strategy.

They'd look a different way if someone took my surroundings from me today, if I was to leave them behind for someone blind, who has no light or fight or any inner strength in sight.

Good and bad can really be seen in the skin, the mixture of light and dark holds the truth within, my energy transmits through my body, solid and ready, through my solar plexus to change the energy that my environments share with my care, through particles in the air.

My aura has a life transmitting energy of its own, it's two tone, it radiates back and forth from my body to my environment. This is what is meant when we sense a vibe, Jackyl and Hyde, good and bad energy, dead or alive.

Let there be light shining on you and to others from you.

From the light we are created and to light we go. 

We ARE our environment and our environment is us, we are not merely part of the created universe past and gone, we are the universal eternal light that The Light shines on!

At least I'm alive

I'm switched on,

Like a bomb, 

Ready to detonate,

my internal sensations are heightened,

Intrigue and fascination of life is my focus,

I'm wired.

Everything is internalised,

Everything is outward in and letting the eruption begin,

Every colour,

Every texture,

Every feeling,

Every thought,

I'm ready to explode.

I walk and it's quiet,

I slide open the door,

I enter,

The garden is an overload to my eyes, 

I've been here thousands of times,

It's my secret,

My altar, 

My mystery,

It conjures words I must express,

It has limits, but limitless,

It has boundaries, but is boundless,

It is small, but is monumental.

I touch a Salvia leaf, 

And take in its aroma,

Sweet and herbal,

I see the golden rose,

It's multiple shades of sunrise mesmerise my sight,

The glossy leaves of the Aralia are smooth and shine in the late summer sun.

I take my sandals off and ground my feet onto the sandstone tiles, 

I tip toe and feel the ache in my calf muscles,

I take a deep breathe and broaden my chest, 

Exhaling I soon slow down and think of life and of death,

I look up and see the vast expanse and questions enter my mind, many questions, and I question these questions,

What does it matter? I think.

The greatness of life is too much to take. 

I step back inside, boil some water in a kettle and make a coffee with honey and milk, and sip it.

My father enters my mind,

At least I'm alive, I think,

believe me,

Then my mind steps back and re-engages,

So is he.

I look out the window, the blinds up, I see the sun.

The day of light

I sip my coffee with listless lips, my hands weak and shaky, I weep for those who suffer, I weep for those who've gone,

I feel grief and for all I've done wrong, 

but, then I pray,

There is a plane that's heading for those who wait,

Beyond the sky, beyond the gate,

And on the way, I watch and wait,

For the final day.

War rages in my mind, in my home, in the streets,

It devours everything it eats, the poor man opens his hands and cries, the rich man brushes aside and sighs,

But, there's a plane that's heading for those who wait,

Beyond the sky, beyond the gate,

And on the way, I watch and wait,

For the final day,

It's buried in the cemeteries 

It's hidden in the darkest morning,

It's everywhere babies gently  sleep,

For the final day 

Won't creep, it will explode into your life with thunder and lightning to quell the noise and fighting!

With power at hand,

Feet resting upon his foes, and without a change of mind,

But, only to be kind,

He said "LET THERE BE LIGHT" and there was light, and the light was in sight!

There's a plane that's heading for those who wait,

Beyond the stars, beyond the gate,

And on the way, I watch and wait,

For the final day is here,

The day of

Light will come, 

Then there will be 

Freedom!

Freedom!

Freedom!