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June 30, 1988

Knight Waiting

Filed under: Growing Up — Vasilios Theodorakis @ 6:00 pm

Upon the wind rode his thoughts,
In search of ways to quell the pain;
Which tore apart his lively youth,
And plunged his future in the grave.

Which way to turn while on the path,
Lay the quest before his eyes;
But nothing showed the lighted way,
Bar shadows draped in deathly downs.

He slowed his ride to a trot,
And stood before the parting plane;
His heart did pound and die at once,
As clouds drew forth beyond the fields.

The pain and choice were but one,
Unknown to this confidante;
Who camped before the branching dust,
And waited, hoped, he would yet know.

Alas he missed even this,
And died in wait for that change;
Which could not come unless he took,
Either path – for each was right on its day.

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1988
(6th poem written in 1988 – exact date of writing unknown)

June 15, 1988

Eroded Innocence

Filed under: Growing Up — Vasilios Theodorakis @ 6:00 pm

I look in the mirror – at the child by my side.
He chews on his toy – with in-depth concern.
What will he find in – the years up ahead?
Will ideals but shatter – his dreams in their crib?
Will emotions corrode – his chances in life?
Will his mind be axed – by the “other’s good will”?
Will he lose his belief – his link to the world?
Never finding balance – or knowing his wrongs.
Most heinous of all – I still have to ask.
Will love be snatched – from the warmth of his soul?
Through fallacy of self – death and delusion.
Through passionate lust – and boring confusion.
Oblivious to angst – he lies, and he rolls.
He gurgles and smiles – as I lift him to stand.
In spite of my prods – he’s blinded to see.
That death may consume – his Card King’s relief.
I mustn’t remain – and watch this again.
But turning away – he reaches to touch.
To grasp and to learn – to live and to be.
Unable to sense – know or believe.
A lifetime of thorns – so hard to foresee.

In spite of this cross – he crawls into gear.
Momentum builds up – advancing the clock.
But all that I have – to help him along.
Is hope that in time – the path will be paved.
And placement of feet – is not upon rocks.
As the weight of our life – is driven ahead,
By more than just him – depending on me.

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1988
(5th poem written in 1988 – exact date of writing unknown)

June 1, 1988

The Old Child

Filed under: Growing Up — Vasilios Theodorakis @ 6:00 am

He could not see where life was going,
Or if it would go forward at all.
He stood to leave,
But sat down again.
He waited for a change,
For the curtain to be drawn
And the scene to end,
But it didn’t.
He hoped something would happen
But nothing ever did.
He did not understand failure or success;
Did not feel warmth, love and integrity.
He tried asking for a date,
But got snubbed for his efforts.
He was lonely and lost,
Felt robbed of his life,
Deprived by marauding shadows
Which hid themselves in the corners of his eyes.
His youth was now remembered
Only as a distant Epoch.
He was an old man
And at the age of beginnings, wished to die.

But what thoughts are these?
What form of reality is this?
Life was not created
For such things to occur,
Yet this, was what life had become.
Without warning,
The old child,
In the absence of thought,
Jumped.
My workmate could not be consoled – no matter how I tried.

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1988

(4th poem written in 1988 – exact date of writing unknown)

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