Nikos Laios

Nikos 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.


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	Sacrifice by Nikos Laios The long grassBlew in the wind like a waveUnder a blue sky and soldiers Were lying in the grass dead Or half-dead with spent Shell cartridges strewn
	Blue Sky by Nikos Laios A single tree Stood in a golden Swaying wheat-fieldShimmering, noble
	Blue Embrace by Nikos Laios The fish heads Sloshed in the Metal bucket on The swaying deck Splashing drops

	Black Ink by Nikos Laios Black ink,WordsThat soak Into the skin,Into the muscles
	Sleepy Hollow by Nikos Laios I could hear the Harpies screech across The river and the boxcars,Clawed hands warming over Crackling orange flamesFrom a rusted
	The Golden Divine by Nikos Laios The day illuminatedThe golden divineThrough swaying Wheat-fields, and Reeds rustling in The breeze like A
	Railroad Tracks by Nikos Laios 9:30am on a cold Sunday morningAnd I’m travelling on a train Up the east coast on my way to Sydney, Listening to Tom Waits’s ‘Blue Valentine’ album, Read
	Ionian Sea by Nikos Laios I saw wild pigs Swim in the Ionian Sea from one island To another,As swallows Flew overhead.
	Goddess In The Dark by Nikos Laios Her touch Was like aAn undulating Salt-encrusted Wave, foaming Flowing rivulets Of pleasure.
	The Sacrifice by Nikos Laios The women sieveFlour over the table,
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