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Nikos Laios

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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 Disposable JesusDisposable Jesus by Nikos Laios
Through the dusty metallicWindow blinds and the glowing Neon lights gazing at the Dark streets below
 Travel, Vacation & MeaningTravel, Vacation & Meaning by Nikos Laios
2020 will go down as the most challenging year for the world in quite awhile, and as I write this it’s the 30th of December and I’m waiting for the New Year vacationing down at a little coastal surfing town calle
 New Year's DayNew Year's Day by Nikos Laios
I felt like an eagle,I soared with my Wings outstretched Flying over the Landscape of my life;
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 Majesty of the soulMajesty of the soul by Nikos Laios
In my dark heartLies the majesty of my soul,In my dark thoughts
 Odyssey of Imagination Odyssey of Imagination by Nikos Laios
I followed My thoughts As they floatedOut through the Billowing curtains And the half closed Blue door shu
 The Sacred TreeThe Sacred Tree by Nikos Laios
The sacred tree Stands in the mist And snowAnd has stood Since the   Beginning of Time.
 When love ruled the worldWhen love ruled the world by Nikos Laios
A soul Flows like water,It flows over Mountains and valleys,
 Empty Harbour Empty Harbour by Nikos Laios
Death by pestilence,Congealed lungsAnd sallow skin Clinging to bones,Vacant stares And empty streets,Bowls
 Float AwayFloat Away by Nikos Laios
The light flashed Like jagged forksAgainst the raggedSky,the golden geeseWith wings unfurledStreaked towards
 Astrolabe Astrolabe by Nikos Laios
I imagine Myself on a ship In the harbour Of AlexandriaCatching the stars With an astrolabe,In the city of Hypatia
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