Paris Mexis

"The Cyclops"
(originality)

I have one eye

Although it looks at everything

It captures only what I wish

My eye sees the important even when it's hidden from plain view
Or in plain view

My eye re-creates what it looks

My eye thinks

Sometimes my eye brings fear
So I have to pretend I am not looking
To really see

But I only pretend
I can never stop seeing

I see best

When I know what I am looking for

I see worse
When I know what I am looking at

My eye remembers everything that it has ever seen
And my gaze grows

My sight grows on me

And I grow around my eye

"The Stymphalian Birds"

[teamwork]

I am many

I breed and multiply in order to exist
In order to make

I grow in numbers
I grow in hands
I grow in minds

I am a team
I am a family

My nest is the world I thrive upon

I explore by foot, wing and thought

I create by challenging

First myself
Second my flock

If I still stand

I am ready to take the winds

"The Minotaur"

(creativity)

I trip in darkness waiting for an idea

Waiting for the idea

I walk in a limited labyrinth

My deadline is set

And although I have traveled these dark corridors again and again

My path is always new

I am stronger than my maze.
If in need, I will break a wall and make a new path

This maze made for me
Is also made by me

The labyrinth is mine
I am its master

When the idea comes I will seize to exist

Light will be spread to the maze
And the twirls and turns of its halls
Will become a straight line

The journey
The intellect
The effort

Of The monster

Will merge with the idea

And few will be able to perceive
That before the idea
There was darkness

A labyrinth

And a monster

"Monsters"
(ideas)

We may not exist
Now

We are the fleeting visions
Of the new possible

Noisy, crude and ugly

We are the monsters in your head

We are your monsters

"Pegasus"
(technology)

Thunder-bringer

Lightning fast

Untamed

I care not
For lands, oceans, or borders

I roam the ether

Many have marveled

My wonderful mane
My perfect hooves
My fast striding

But only a hero

A Bellerophon

Can feel my wings

And fly me to brilliance

"Graeae"
(organization)

I see
Even when I miss my eye

I think
Even when I rest

I make
Even when I follow

I am alert

My kin becomes me
Until I become my kin

Until my turn

"Proteus"
(the message)

Heroes tell of my transformations

To matter
Liquid
Gas
And plasma

To stay ellusive

But I transform

Only to be seized

I can be only in captivity

I am the thought
Behind the action

Look at me shift

I shift again
And again
And again
Concentrate

Insist

Think

I am always the same

"Teratogony"
(creative mistake)

You craved to give birth to a God
But all you delivered was a Monster

See

It stands on its feet
It is strong
It thinks
It smiles at you

The Monster

Becomes

A God

"Cerberus"

(timelessness)

Sentinel of the Truth

I watch

The before
The now
The after

My work ceases time

And when the anxiety
Comes to an end

Harmony remains

"Taraxippus"
(the unexpected)

The steed is rested
The charioteer is experienced
The track is known

The unexpected rejoices
Preparing its attack

The charioteer's skills shall be assessed

By the hand's strength
By the mind's clarity

But above all

By the smile
That tames "the unexpected"

This chariot race
Has just become exciting!

"Phoenix"
(rebirth)

Wings
Burn

Voice
Brakes

With my eyes fixed
On the flames

I await
The new
Me

"Hecatoncheires"
(control)

My body
Possesses a hundred arms

My shoulders
Hold fifty heads

I can accomplish
Τhe impossible

I can manage
The unfeasible

I am unstopped
Unsurpassed
Untiring

They call me a monster

Not for my hundred hands
Nor for my fifty heads

But because

I can control them

"Masks"
(presentation)

Many are
The occasions

Where a mask is required
To appeal

A mask like Karkho's
Whose horror frightens the young

Or that of theOphiotaurus
Combining the odd in one

Pure as the form of the precious Ram

Pan's jesting appearance
Suggesting who I am

Or the fantastic Dragon's
Who keeps our minds unlocked

But when I remove my mask

I am ready to show my truth

More Monstrous than before

More eager than in my youth

"Scylla and Charybdis"
(choices)

May the sailing ships

Know

That seldom will they confront
Passageways more difficult
Than ours

May their hulls, be strong
Their men, experienced
Their purpose, certain

Should they wish to reach

The Colchi
And the Ithacas

Of the mind

"Sirens"
(communication)

Supposedly
The beauty of our voice
May drive men insane

As punishment
The beauty
Is turned into a bane

But if you commit to listening
And carefully
Insist

The Sirens'Song
May prove to be

More useful
Than it seemed

"Medusa"
(observation)

I watch

The gestures
The glances
The thoughts

Everything interesting
Anything perplexing

I enclose

I immobilize it with my gaze
I caress it like a statue

I study it

From now on

It will always be
Part of my world

"Thessaloniki"
(logic)

They say

That I am both a beauty and a monster

That I am unwilling to accept
My dear brother's death

That I can be soothed with lies

That I am a madwoman

But I am only too aware of the truth

My brother I have buried a thousand times

The reason I wander at the edge of tradition

(I, the last descendant of the Sirens)

And I reveal my naked flesh
To the aspiring seafarers

Is that I wait for those to stand out

Those who are willing to leave behind
The journey that has already been traveled

Those who are ready to challenge
The blind teachings

Those who can draw
Their own course

Those Alexanders, those heroes

Those who are

My living brothers