Happy new year

happy new year to all the people in the world ,writers and poets may you never run out of ideas and my your ''pen''never run out of ink ,write with passion with love and mostly write with your love.
Have a wonderful year all  always stay positive and strong 

where do we go

driving down the road all alone after a night to the good old pub
,the storm is raging and your vision is blurry .
For a reason you only know,you are speeding down the road,
something jumps in front of you car
 and you panic at it's glanze.
you stop the car on the side just to calm your heart.
you take some deep breaths and look up.
nothing to see just heavy rain and thunders as strong as bombs
 . you are opening the door and you go outside
,you check around your car and see nothing at all .
you come back in your car,and turn the engine on ,
a moment of silent ....A haunting voice whispers ,''where do we go ? ''

we as writers

We as writers we write for so many things ,our arsenal is the whole spectrum of themes for life and death , from real to imagination .As long as we write ,we are ok ,we are happy and we keep seeing life through our written artifacts .Sometimes though for numerous reasons we can't write and then life starts to become unbearable , we loose our interest in  small things and most of the time we loose our mind on trying to write again ,we are kept sane by writing but we are also need to get insane sometimes to write.Our greatest poems ,prose or stories come after we got insane for a short amount of time when our brain instead of working started just writing.It's so hard not be able to write especially when you have something to  write about no matter what that is ,but as hard as that it's what we write just after the storm we go through it's usually something really strong .When something is drunk with emotions and images can't be something less than great as long as we keep writing after the storm.Many of aspiring writers gave up on writing when their life was hit by a storm ,not all can take the storm and survive but those who do have a strong story to tell and that's why i am grateful for the storms that hit my life till now.

the christmas spirit for me

i never really like Christmas ,it has nothing to do with Christianity because i don't believe in Christ  ,mostly because i never felt that warm feeling everyone is talking about and maybe because my mother was mostly working on Christmas day and or new year's eve . I have to say though that through time it started growing in me .First i started to like the food associated with Christmas ,especially in my country those sweet mellomakarouna and kourapiedes are a must and so  is the food, where we usually grill meat something we like to call souvla .When i started working as well i realised the meaning is much more deeper ,i realised is not about the gifts and surely is not about the money spend on those days .The real meaning is to be  able to see the people you love smiling from what you got them and something more important that i realised later,the joy of seeing the people THEY love being happy  .Another reason i started liking Christmas is because people let them self loose,i know it's the time capitalism and consumerism rise to the sky but people also like to give to people ,even for a short amount of time people realise  that , they are more people in this world than their loved ones .People start donating to charities,buying toys for foster kids or for foundations around the world ,again i know that increases capitalism but at least for  that time it's for a good cause ,i never lived in an utopia i know where i live and how this world is run so i am great full to those people who are giving away something , even as small as a ball .The smile on ones face who ll get that ball is priceless ,you only have to live it once to realise how great it is for them.I once saw a boy smiling his heart out when he received from someone unknown a small cubic rube ,a cubic rube  which is nothing compared to what kids want for presents nowadays ,that kid though smiled and smiled and his eyes shined like a start from the joy . For me this is the Christmas spirit ,spending your holidays with your loved ones and providing smiles to people you don't even know ,sharing the love and sharing the joy of the year .If i could make a wish this year it would be for people to give one gift to charity for each gift they buy for their own,it's sounds stupid and i know most of the people can't do it but for the people who can  PLEASE do it ,you don't have to buy something expensive you don't have to buy something at all .a box of chocolate or some cookies trust me will make a kid or even grown up cry from joy ,just do it with love in your heart ,that's all nothing more have a wonderful Christmas people wish you all the best and to your families as well 

simple Q&A

what happens when you have nothing else to write?
when everything in your mind is being recycled over and over again ,how do you find your new road?
where do you begin ?
where do you finish?
why do you keep write ?
it's not a job ,you don't get paid ,you just write down words, why ?
how do you come up with what you write ?
how did you started writing ?
this are some of the questions i regularly get from people and now i can answer .
There is always something to write  for ,experience ,emotions ,everyday there are numerous inspirations if you just let your self open to them .
For me there was never a new road ,as long as i can lay down the words and create my puzzle the theme is irrelevant.
i begin at the first phrase i write but that phrase often comes after much thought
i usually finish at  the start,i know  how i want to finish something as soon as i start write about it .
WHY ? because if you ask me this ,then you ll never understand the art of poetry or the art of literature in general, of course i need money in this materialistic world we are living in but poetry doesn't pay me with money ,i enhance my spirit and my brain each day i write and read ,to say i don't want to be famous is a false statement but  i don't write in order to become famous ,i write because it was my exodus , it was my  way of expressing my feelings my thoughts  my emotions and my daily experiences .This is how i started writing and this is how i come up with what i write ,

''inferior''specie

sometimes i sit around with my headphones listening to masterpieces written so many decades before,piano concerts ,violin plays ,sonnets and so many more.Most of the time i do this at night when my thoughts are running wild and my mind is speeding up instead of slowing down.In that chaos of thoughts ,i  pick ones i love and put them to words and the ones i despise i lock them in the back of my mind .One of them is the world we are leaving in and the things we do to our home .We as humans we want to believe we are the greatest specie in this world but how can that be true  , we destroy our home instead of trying to make it better,we suck the blood of our so precious earth and we wont stop till there is no blood left in it's vein,no this not about oil ,this is about EARTH our home.She provided us with so many goods and yet we demand even more ,the best medicine can be found deep in her roots but we deny her gifts for healthy life,most of earths ground is prosper and can be cultured but we instead choose to erode it and let it die ,we cut down our lungs and we build more cancer around the globe.we kill our neighbours and our friends for a piece of land we don't even own ,we fight for a temporary life which soon will be gone and long forgotten ,we are not heroes to be remembered we are murderers of our kind ,we are the biggest threat of our kind and the biggest liar as well.We aren't the inferior specie in this world but we make sure as hell we are the most hated one .
i really hope i could live in a different era where people will understand  their role towards our earth and live in harmony with all the species and let technology  occupy a small place of our life instead of it all.goodnight my fellow humans ,goodnight my friends 

way to the top

Christmas are near and new years is coming as well, everyone is thinking all ready of their revolution,how to change their life and what to do next year.Ever since i got my facebook account each December  i see the same post , ''year''please be good to me .People wishing for a year to be good to them and most of them forget one basic rule ,the year is yours and yours alone .The choices you make wont be affected by the year but the year will be affected by your own choices .
Live your life with no regrets ,live in the now cause tomorrow is far away .Its OK to have plans but work  for that plans ,build your future each day on a steady base and not on thoughts and dreams who are easily blown away,make your foundations strong and unbreakable .Your dreams will soon be achieved but only if you really work hard for them , life won't give you anything if you sit and wait but if you Chase and fight for her she will give you everything .It's not easy and the road is paved with difficulties and it's not as straight as you might think ,it's has ups and downs and most of the time you ll be going downfall ,but don't let it put you down ,soon you ll head up again and the momentum from the downfall will lead you to heights you didn't even dreamt before . So keep your head up straight and work you way to the top ...

love story

every winter the two souls meet again .Their paths meet once a year on Christmas day ,their lives are different but their love is common ,they nourish each others soul and heart.Their heart beats only for the moment the two will meet.when they do the time pass so quickly but they don't do nothing at all ,you can see them at the edge of this rift,sitting together in each others arms looking above the stars .The cold doesn't affect them for they have each other ,sitting silently on the edge like statues not moving a finger .For them one day is their whole year ,summer ,autumn,winter and spring ,sprints right in front of their eyes but they don't care for they have each other for a while .The night comes to an end but they are still there , just before time hits twelve they stand up for a second, they kiss below the winter moon and the wind drifts them away

music appreciation

long ago i wrote about music ,a small poem of the power of music.i love music and i know i am not the only one in this world.i love that through music you can feel so many emotions ,listening to the right music can wake up so much feelings in you . I personally listen almost every type of music as long as it's MUSIC ,i am sure that music lovers will understand why i wrote that with capital letters .
Today's mainstream music is garbage simple as that ,they are really just a small amount of true artist in the mainstream scene,some will say that's a good think cause they won't change their style to become more radio friendly ,i tend to disagree on that opinion.I believe that true artists should had been in the forefront of mainstream music and cheap one hit wonders ,attention seekers and auto tune singers should be the minority of today's radio.However this is not happening ,true artist are either underground or not so popular,there is now such thing as genre when it comes to talent.Talent is in every genre and mainstream shit is also in every genre .I really wish that if my generation could learn one thing from the past generations ,this would be music .Sure they are so many things we could learn from past generations but if we can't appreciate a true talent then we can't really learn anything from them ...

a small change

Hello , My name is vaggelis mina and hopefully all readers of my blog are enjoying my poetry and my short stories .I am writing this now because i will start expressing my thoughts and opinions on different subjects in this blog,i will still write poetry and short stories but i will also use this blog for my personal thoughts. I am conviced that by doing this readers will get a better view of who i am and what my background is . As you ll see i run this blog without any ads ,i only want to ask if you have the free time visit my photography page https://www.facebook.com/VaggelisMinaPhotography?ref=bookmarks
Thank you for your time and thank you for spending time reading my poems and stories 

justice and injustice

I am sorry for the language but knowing that might Greek people will read this ,i will be shoot for my grammar and vocabulary.being part of an antifascist group some years before i realise something ,it's good to fight for your believe and it's good to never give on your fight against consumerism and against corrupted governments .The problem though is what happens when someone is opposing your believes but is not favouring the believes of the opposite site . What i mean is that being part of that group i was against violence while  other members were FOR violence,don't get me wrong i am not a hippie i ll fight when i need to fight but i also know WHO to fight .Seeing what happening in Greece with the case of Nikos Romanos,who for some is a terrorist and for others a hero and a martyr , people start praising a man who is going through a hunger strike for almost a month and he is kept in prison for actually trying to rob a bank while carrying a loaded gun and while the bank was full or civilians .
Now he is not a kid as they tend to say ,someone who is able to perform a robbery is not a kid he is a grown man and should be punished accordingly. Now Nikos has asked for his right to study while being in prison and he was denied that right ,in my opinion he has every right to study and finish his studies .The reason i am telling all the story of Nikos is so some people realise that every coin has two sides ,while fighting for freedom and justice you inflict injustice  towards other people by destroying and looting  different small companies owned by simple  people like you and me ,yes nikos tryied to rob a bank and not a small company but he did it while putting in danger innocent people . You are punishing people who have NO part in your war against slavery and then you are calling all the other people who label you as terrorist that are fascist and sheep and this and that .The generalisation of a group is wrong  ,not all antifascist groups are terrorist but neither are all the cops corrupted event though a large number of them is and surely not all companies are a problem ,destroying everything to protest something it makes you no where near to a ''clever'' human being you want to be considered.Fight for your right ,fight for your believes but if you want to be heard probably stop destroying the lives of people who have nothing to do with your problem.Just because  i don't like living in chaos doesn't mean i  like to be told what to do and just because i don't follow some standarts doesn't mean i am a terrorist and neither i am a hippie ,fight when need to fight and be peacefull when need to be peacefull.

the nature's war

night and day the battle took place
through the dark forest it begun
and to the  grand lake it stopped

a battle so fierce and so strong
that the mountains burst off
and the seas raged on

thunders strike the earth with full force
and winds  blew apart anything standing tall
while rain drowned everything below

earthquakes made the ground impassable
and blizzards hit the shore from above
while fire took on the rest of the world

the nature fought bravely and strong
but the enemy forces were  more
equipped with ignorance ,stupidity and greed
they sieged everything in their path
living a trail of death beneath their feet

the nature took a last breath and rose it's head
defeated and pinned to the ground
by it's own kids he saluted death 

the lover one

love is something strong and it has no boundaries 

when love is real and pure 

there are no chains strong enough to lock 

the hands of the lover

the heart loves so hard and so trully rare 

but yet it can be easily broken 

not always from your loved one 

but from everything happening around 

you know your loved one is your true love 

when he suddenly puts back the pieces 

and the pieces just connect 

bringing back the joy and life 

in what once was a broken heart