http://theodorakis.org theodorakis.org is a digital repository of all my written work (in text and podcast formats)… Mon, 01 Mar 2010 23:37:11 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en If I had had the ability to offer an honest prediction about my future when I was younger, I would have admitted that I didn't know what life would be like 20 years down the track. Why? Because no one had taught me that you needed an income; no one ... http://theodorakis.org/2010/02/22/birthday/ As an Orthodox Christian I'm directed to "focus on God, move towards God, and be like God" in everything that I do. As a human being however, I continue to fail miserably as an Orthodox Christian. Blessed with the genetics of Cretan pirates and dollops of PTSD drawn from far too ... http://theodorakis.org/2010/02/20/unsavoury-thoughts/ For any honest and genuine human being, the battle between the light and dark forces in the universe is very real. So real in fact, that almost everything else we do amounts to and counts for nothing. Being drawn into the battle on yet another front, the year has not ended ... http://theodorakis.org/2010/01/01/end-of-2009/ The third of the Three Parts poem is: Three Parts - Daisy. It captured a moment of peace in the midst of others bent on inflicting personal chaos and pain. I'm glad there is a written record of this moment - without the poem, it would be hard to believe ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/12/11/site-update-049/ The second of the Three Parts poem is: Three Parts - House. Its a short piece about how parents can't force a child to maintain a relationship with them even if they're living under the same roof. The exact date of writing in January 1990 is unknown. Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/12/04/site-update-048/ There's a poem that I wrote at the start of 1990 which was made up of three parts. Each part captured a different feeling I experienced while witnessing the incompetence of my parents in regards to their handling of the harsher aspects of life. The overall poem is called Three Parts, ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/11/27/site-update-047/ Soon enough, we too will die And finally meet up With the ones who await us, Joining them on freedom's perch Which juts out over the river of new life. Sitting tall with a glimmer Of insight in their eyes, Our loved ones will appear and beckon And eagerness will follow faithfully, As together we are ushered Into the transfigured ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/11/22/bertimou/ Unfortunately, I’m having to take an unscheduled break from posting material to this blog. My "normal' work is getting a bit out of control and I need to get it back under control before things get any more crazy. When I start up again, I'll be resuming and completing the upload ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/11/06/blog-break-2/ In spite of my ranting and raving there are still good people in the world – even if none exist in my own neighborhood! In western secular countries like Australia, you can still catch a glimpse of human decency especially if you stand still long enough and keep your eyes ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/10/28/courage-and-decency/ Since I was very young, I've given people the benefit of the doubt in spite of their horrid treatment of each other, other creatures and me – no more however – enough is enough! I do not believe that those around us (my wife and I) are really interested in ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/10/23/the-fence/ Saddled up And wading out, We all embrace - though tentatively at first, Our golden leaf ticket, Validated by the conductor of our birth. Often - it takes a while For us to realise, That our bodies Are the carriages, Of nature's own time machine. Witnessing change first hand, And reliving the past in our minds, We are all experts By the time ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/10/15/cruising-through-time/ What Do I Do With This God? - is a 1989 poem about a woman who had a tendency to throw her arms up in the air every time something went wrong in life. Instead of trying to address the problem, she would sit at home, pray and hope for ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/10/09/site-update-046/ This piece touches on how insight and wisdom isn't necessarily associated with age. In fact, its sometimes quite dangerous for young people to presume that just because someone is older (like their parents) that they are wiser. If anything, one should study a person's behaviour and listen to what sort ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/10/02/site-update-04/ What once feed us, In times of famine. Is now sought out For slaughter; Alongside the bindies And clover. Dabbed by our solvent touch, We seek the shrivel And death; In search of the perfect lawn. If this doesn't define us, I don't know what does! Dedication (In response to my wife yelling out... "Look at the dandy lions!") Audio Version (To Be ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/09/23/killing-the-dandy-lion/ This poem was another commentary on how bitter and twisted family members often cease to care about what effects they have on the rest of the family. It is called: Justice??? The author for the week is the Canadian poet and musician: Leonard Cohen. Cheers – Vasilios Theodorakis – September 2009 http://theodorakis.org/2009/09/18/site-update-044/ This piece was written in March 1989 - the exact date of writing was not recorded. The poem was a reflection on the turmoil I was witnessing as my family of origin moved into its final stage of self annihilation. It is called: No Need To Stop Before You Start The ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/09/11/site-update-043/ My recent work is an assortment of odds and ends - technology predictions, metaphysics and social commentaries. Reading a little too widely always sends me off on multi-pronged tangents. :) As of next week however, I should be back to editing and uploading the “Growing Up” anthology. My ongoing aim is ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/09/04/site-update-042/ A few years ago, a couple of my nieces decided to put on a “utility play” as a Christmas presentation for all the relatives. Even though the girls came from a family that didn't follow any formal religion, they were still aware of the basic Christmas story (through media and ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/08/24/formal-worship-and-nature/ Nothing left; Just an old man in a blue T-shirt. Bike parked near the nets, He taps at pollution filled oysters, Hoping for a winning, And done in remembrance, Of the bountiful nutrition, That the land Had once bestowed on his people. Never again, Will it be as the ancestors knew. For it was taken; And in the shortest amount of time, Crushed ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/08/20/the-havoc-they-reeked/ OK, OK - why, might you ask, am I now getting into technology predictions? Very simple really, my wife continues to point out how I have this uncanny ability to predict what companies like Apple are about to release. She thinks I should be sharing these predictions with people other ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/08/18/apple-multitouch-tablet-a-mouse-replacement/ The older I get, the more I’ve come to believe that excelling (and defeating one's competition) is for the young at heart, that is, for those who still think they’re immortal, bullet proof and have all the time in the world. Its of course a natural part of youth and ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/08/13/the-exam-syndrome/ This 1988 poem was written as a fairy tale about a frog who ignored true friendships and pursued superficial relationships in his quest for excitement. The frog inadvertently pursues a person who is destined to cast him aside as soon as she gets bored with his innocence and inexperience. Contrary to ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/07/31/site-update-041/ This week’s piece was written about a colleague who’s insight and gentle nature was taken advantage of by a lot of people. She died in the early 1990s primarily from self neglect and over work. I’ve often felt, if it hadn’t been for the emotional vampires that surrounded her, she ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/07/24/site-update-040/ In the absence of any useful advice or healthy relationship role models, this poem was a question to myself as to whether an infatuation could translate into a "real" relationship. The piece is called - Knowing. While working through this first anthology, I've found my early obsession with love a bit laborious ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/07/17/site-update-039/ This 1988 poem touches on the entwined issues of beauty, wanting and longing. As with most of these poems its about a crush I had on someone. The memory and name of the person is long gone but the legacy of the poem is still here. The piece is called ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/07/10/site-update-038/ I'll be taking a break from blog postings for a period of two weeks - I've decided to take some time off for holidays. The next scheduled posting will be a poem that should appear here on Friday 10th July 2009. Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - June 2009 http://theodorakis.org/2009/06/26/blog-break/ Over the years, I've met lots of different personality types - some good and some not so good. :) Both have inspired various poems and short pieces which are slowly appearing on this blog. In July 1988 I was working with a wonderful young woman at David Jones (Queen Street Store ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/06/19/site-update-037/ This week’s poem is from the Growing Up anthology, written in July 1988. Its called - A Princess Today It touches on the idea that modern western women can be feminine and take advantage of all life's options. The highlighted author for this week is the gothic writer: Mary Shelley Cheers - Vasilios ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/06/12/site-update-036/ Staying Invisible and Wisdom Gained, Wisdom Lost... are my last two commentaries for the time being - or so I hope. ;) Staying Invisible describes a particular lifestyle and how its informed by an Orthodox Christian world view. Wisdom Gained, Wisdom Lost... is a social commentary in regards to how current ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/06/05/site-update-035/ I've got a few more commentaries to do next week but after that we should be back to poetry for a while. This week’s piece - Knight Waiting is from the "Growing Up" anthology circa 1988. It discusses the procrastination experienced by a medieval knight who reaches a fork in the ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/29/site-update-034/ I seem to be going off on tangents at the moment and writing commentaries  on things that have recently come up in conversation about my past. This is not something I intended or intend to continue doing in any big way, but I thought while it is happening, I might ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/22/site-update-033/ Over the central doorway of the Forgan Smith Building at the University of Queensland is a quote that reads - "Great is truth and mighty above all things". The line comes from the Bible's Apocrypha - I Esdras 4:41. Its Latin equivalent is: Magna est veritas et praevalet, and for ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/19/great-is-truth/ This week's piece is a poem from 1988 - Eroded Innocence It investigates the idea of what might lie ahead for one self if one could start over again as an infant. The highlighted author for this week is the Sci-Fi writer: Alan Dean Foster Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - May 2009 http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/15/site-update-032/ Every generation's accumulated wisdom has been lost in Western cultures since the 1950s. Why? Because, our over emphasis of youth culture has built into it, the notion of "re-inventing the wheel" or should we say, "re-discovering the wheel" every time there's a coming of age. This ensures that culture regresses ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/14/wisdom-gained-wisdom-lost/ There's a Sci-Fi short story called "Lets Go To Golgotha" by Gary Kilworth which explores the idea that time travelling tourists were present at Christ's death, got coached to do what the locals where doing and participated in His condemnation. The reader eventually discovers that the locals of Christ's time ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/13/staying-invisible/ This week's pieces include a commentary and autobiographical snippet written on Tuesday and Wednesday respectively. The commentary: Hope For The Planet... is a thought I had while on the train heading into Brisbane. Pulling into Roma Street Station I noticed a slab of concrete that had grass growing through a crack ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/08/site-update-031/ Back in May of 1989, I had no money, no qualifications and no real job. I found myself in a share house with the Brisbane youth sector's very own Casanova, as well as, a chain smoking Japanese exchange student who hadn't grasped the notion of emptying an ashtray. Each time ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/06/having-no-desk/ What I find hopeful is grass growing out of crevices on a concrete wall or weeds appearing through a crack in the pavement. These defiant acts of nature remind us that life is waiting in the wings for humanity to stumble. And were we to trip and fall, the Earth's ecosystem ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/05/hope-for-the-planet/ The poem for this week is: A Lie??? This piece of verse belongs to the “Growing Up” anthology and was written in April 1988 - the exact date in April was not recorded. As with many of my pieces from that era, it too is about the emotional turmoil associated with ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/05/01/site-update-030/ This week's post: Uniqueness is a short commentary based on a conversation I had with a friend about how angry I have become in loosing loved ones - never to see them again after they die. At a head level I've always found that religion and theology are helpful in dealing ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/04/24/site-update-029/ Every life form is truly unique. It can never and will never be reproduced on earth. The combination of DNA, environmental experiences and individual responses to those experiences guarantees statistically, that that entity can never again occur in this space time continuum - this universe. The odds of it happening ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/04/23/uniqueness/ Today is the Orthodox Christian Good Friday. Traditionally, a day for the Apostolic faithful to reflect on life, death and everything in between. It always falls just after the Jewish Passover, in order to acknowledge and pay tribute to the Jewish Faith - Christ's own religion, and to ensure ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/04/17/ritual-spiritual-gluttony-or-growth/ The poem for this week is: Queensland Expo / Expo Queensland This piece of verse belongs to the “Growing Up” anthology and was written in April 1988. It's a minimalist piece that captured simple feelings I was experiencing when visiting Brisbane's Expo 88. The highlighted author for this week is another scientist ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/04/10/site-update-028/ The poem for this week is: A Cup Of Tea Or A Beer? This is another recent poem and falls into the ungrouped category. The piece is a tribute to Betty Cutlack, one of the few people in our neighbourhood that made us feel genuinely welcome when we bought our place. ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/04/03/site-update-027/ Brisbane today looks like any other western city - tall skyscrapers, few public spaces and no character. This wasn't always the case, back in the mid 1980s it was still an interesting town with many of its older buildings intact. It also had some very quirky personalties wandering its streets ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/03/27/site-update-026/ The poem for this week is: He Made Her Cry... This piece is another recent poem and falls into the ungrouped category. Its central theme covers how insensitive many men are in regards to their wives's feelings. It's based on an amalgam of marriages I've observed over the years and includes ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/03/20/site-update-025/ The poem for this week is: Imaginary? Playmates. This piece belongs to the “Growing Up” anthology and was written in February 1989 - the exact date of writing is unknown. The poem is a juxtaposition on last week's verse which highlighted how I no longer enjoyed returning to the memories of ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/03/13/site-update-024/ The poem for this week is: Everything Is OK. This piece is a recent ungrouped poem and captures a sense of well being that occurred while stumbling around outside our house. Such moments of grace tend to be few and far in between - especially for individuals like me. One can ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/03/06/site-update-023/ The freshest air, Arrived this morning, with welcomed relief. Facing east And climbing our doorstep, I allowed it to weave back and forth over my face, Brush away my hair, And tug incessantly at my gardener's shirt. This simple event Returned me, Though momentarily, To the innocence of childhood. I knew It could not last, But even if it could, Would I really want ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/03/05/everything-is-ok/ The poem for this week is: The Old Child This piece of verse also belongs to the “Growing Up” anthology and was written in June 1988. It was my attempt to document what had happened to a work mate's friend in the welfare sector. As a warning to readers, its quite ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/02/27/site-update-022/ The poem for this week is: Meeting. This piece belongs to the “Growing Up” anthology and was written on Saint Patrick's Day in 1988 - 17/03/88. The theme is fairly obvious i.e. wanting to talk to, and get to know someone (I had a crush on) but being too scared to ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/02/20/site-update-021/ The poem for this week is: The Realisation. This piece comes from a series of poems written in 1987 for the "Growing Up" anthology. Like many of these early poems, the exact date of writing was not recorded. The posted date is therefore an approximate - I do know, that the ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/02/13/site-update-020/ Tears falling, Besotted with memories Of things that could have been, She knew She had done nothing wrong; Just stepped outside the line work Brushed in pastel - that was all. The movement of her hand Coloured the moment, And all rationality Understood it was innocent enough; But there was no sanity In his actions. Responses were based on triggers Cocked by adrenaline, Fired by ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/02/08/he-made-her-cry/ The poem for this week is: Unknown Sage. This piece comes from a series of ungrouped poems written in 2001. I’ve also added a link to another author I greatly admire: Greg Bear. Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - February 2009 http://theodorakis.org/2009/02/06/site-update-019/ For some time now, my wife and I have been wanting to protest the immoral nature of celebrating Australia's national day on the day that for many Indigenous Australians represents the genocide of hundreds of Aboriginal Nations across the continent. Irrespective of what mainstream Australian's claim the day represents – all ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/01/26/invasion-day-the-221-year-war-continues/ The poem for this week is: Respect. This piece comes from a series of ungrouped poems written towards the end of 2008. I’ve also added a link to another author I greatly admire: Oodgeroo Noonuccal. Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - January 2009 http://theodorakis.org/2009/01/19/site-update-018/ The poem for this week is: Relative This piece comes from a series of ungrouped poems written towards the end of 2008. I’ve also added a link to another author I greatly admire: Charles Dickens. Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - January 2009 http://theodorakis.org/2009/01/12/site-update-017/ The poem for this week is: Trauma . This piece comes from a series of ungrouped poems written towards the end of 2008 and reflects on what people go through who manage various forms of P.T.S.D. (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). I've also added a link to another author I greatly admire: Albert ... http://theodorakis.org/2009/01/05/site-update-016/ As the year comes to a close, I've managed to pencil a few new poems during the month of December. The first to appear online is Shadow Takes Reality. The other new poems (written during this short but prolific spurt) will also appear on the blog before I resume editing ... http://theodorakis.org/2008/12/29/site-update-015/ In a time of upheaval, Nothing can be saved. My kind left behind the plates where they lay, Took only one piece of cutlery - just a knife, And abandoned their linen To the moths next door. They locked down the doors, Boarded up the panes, Dropped jewelery into wells And fled into the night. They stayed off the roads Made ... http://theodorakis.org/2008/12/09/respect/ Not a word, not a whisper, Not a finger lifted To query my angst. Empathy ounced In minuscule bags, Is dangled briefly before vestibular eyes Then shoved Into bottomless pockets That shock infect one's own expression. The benefit of the doubt As always - my call, Led to the dysfunctional response. Maybe my witness was tainted, Maybe illness fogged up These lensed off events, For ... http://theodorakis.org/2008/12/08/relative/ Us The lone dogs of war Feel safe - Only when “C” follows “B” and “B” follows “A”. Our need for things to stay the same, To have beginnings, middles and ends – is non-negotiable. For those civilians Looking through our blasted front doors, These regimented lives – these routines, Look restricted at best. How impossible it is To explain that ... http://theodorakis.org/2008/12/02/trauma/ Unfortunately this last year hasn't quite gone to plan. An acute relapse of an old medical condition has taken centre stage and thrown a spanner in the works of both my writing and normal work. As a result I haven't been able to stick to resuming my poetry uploads on ... http://theodorakis.org/2008/10/27/date-of-next-post/ Believing nothing I am here Quantified in person Sanctified in self Staring into the mirror And gagging on my own essence. I could not have imagined Such horror as a child. A world where humanity Is inexcusable, and its presence unwanted By its own origins. I grieve for all beings And the good in my kind, For the Sapien has become a patsy, Drunk ... http://theodorakis.org/2008/10/23/shadow-takes-reality/ Her house, Numbered on a whim, Stood firm against our suburb's change - Claiming asbestos as its wonder, Indestructible as it is. Her husband, In conversation - lit up her eyes. Missed desperately, She spoke fondly Of his construction at the back. Her neighbour - the one that stayed, Known as possum man to the kids, Bugger Lugs to her. Observing his antics, ... http://theodorakis.org/2008/10/21/a-cup-of-tea-or-a-beer/ Seasons Greetings to all. This will be my last site update until next year - so please feel free to revisit some of the year's material via the poetry index. I'll resume my editing and uploading of verse (drawn from the last 24 years) as of Friday 11th January 2008. ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/12/07/site-update-014/ The poems for this week include: - Life - Let It Be - The Oneness Of Man And Woman. From the "Growing Up" anthology And: - Cleared City Land From a series of ungrouped poems written in 1998. Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - November 2007 http://theodorakis.org/2007/11/29/site-update-013/ The poems for this week include: - Loneliness - A Thought - No, Just A Feeling… - An Everlasting Question From the "Growing Up" anthology And: - Beginnings From a series of ungrouped poems written in 1997. Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - November 2007 http://theodorakis.org/2007/11/22/site-update-012/ This is the first week of my new posting format i.e. three old poems and one new poem per week. The poems for this week take the total number to 40. Editing and uploading has occurred for 13 consecutive weeks. The titles include: - Love - Parting With An Incapacitated Friend - Completeness From the "Growing ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/11/14/site-update-011/ As highlighted on the 26th September 2007 - I need to stay realistic and accept what is working and avoid things that aren't working. i.e. I need to fine-tune the format being using to get this material (poetry) online, otherwise I risk abandoning the process altogether. Lets review what has worked ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/11/07/site-update-010/ After talking to a number of people, and after experiencing my own "cringe" associated with this early work, I’ve decided to mix in a more recent piece with each week’s postings. Though this early writing is a genuine reflection of where I was at during the 1980’s, its not much of ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/10/31/site-update-009/ This week’s selection comes from 1983 - i.e. the “Growing Up” anthology. It includes: - The Universe - Force - Nationality - Time My voice is almost back to normal, so I should be able to add audio versions for all subsequent postings. I'll also endeavour to add an audio component to the last three ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/10/24/site-update-008/ The next few weeks of poetry come from a long ago era, written by a still healthy, bright eyed, naive youth who was all of 16 years of age. Bands like "Huey Lewis & The News" were big around that time, hairstyles were even bigger and Commodore Computers were all ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/10/17/site-update-007/ The poems for this week are quite recent - written in 2004, 2005 and 2007. Unfortunately I've come down with a bout of laryngitis, so the audio versions of these pieces will have to wait for a later date. This posting concludes the ungrouped material which I've used to kick ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/10/10/site-update-006/ All poems this week come from 1992 and focus on societal issues from that time. The interesting thing about their subject matter is that even after 15 years, Australia (as a society) is still struggling with the problems these poems describe. The selection includes: - Casting Off The Handed Down Toxin. - Chaos ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/10/03/site-update-005/ So its time to get realistic and accept what is working, and stop trying to force something that's just not happening. i.e. I don't have enough time to work on my material three (or more times) a week. What is working? Being able to spend at least half a (working) ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/09/26/site-update-004/ The last few days have been unusually busy, so I'm uploading all material simultaneously (yet again) just in case I don't get another chance this week. The selection includes more poems from the early 1990s. - Me? You? …Us. - Happy Endings… - To Quell The Racism… Cheers - Vasilios Theodorakis - September 2007 http://theodorakis.org/2007/09/19/site-update-003/ This week's three pieces have been uploaded simultaneously again - my appologies to those of you who are visiting each day. Hopefully a staggered upload will start happening sooner than later. The selection includes some of my favorites from 1994, 1993 and 1991. - Cotton, Steel and Plastic. - Soul Port - Too Fast. Cheers ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/09/15/site-update-002/ For visitors not using an RSS Reader, I've decided to add a weekly post explaining where the new material has appeared. This week's three pieces have been uploaded simultaneously instead of appearing in a staggered manner. Normally, this 'site update' will appear at the end of the week providing a summary ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/09/05/site-update-001/ I have a number of aquaintances who go through the motions of talking about mortality - which I suppose is better than no discussion of the topic at all. The problem is, as soon as I walk away from that ‘metaphorical table’, they go back to living lives based on ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/08/28/fountain-of-youth/ As you read through the verse that's appearing on the site, you'll find a link to an audio version of each poem just before the copyright declaration. At this stage, all recordings are available as MP3 files and should be playable on equipment like iPods, computers, etc. At a later ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/08/27/about-the-audio-versions-of-poems/ People often miss the point of their 'Judaeo-Christian faith' especially in regards to 'selfless service'. We ignore what our belief systems tell us to do and instead do what makes us feel ‘warm and fuzzy’. In the end, free will (for better or worse) ensures we all ‘believe’ what we ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/08/24/what-does-selfless-service-really-mean/ Somehow, I don’t think life is about what God can do for us (i.e. nudge us, tell us what to do, give us a sign), its about what we can do for Him and creation, without expecting anything in return. Its the privileged who’ve really gotten this concept back to ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/08/23/waiting-for-a-sign/ If humanity doesn't destroy itself (through its love and systemic desire for war), I think we'll find we're only at the start of Christianity's history. My hope is that there are (at least) ten's of thousands of years ahead of us. Every time I raise this idea with Christians, people ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/08/23/is-christianity-still-at-its-beginning/ What ever religion we follow - there is still only one Truth. All Mysticism and Spirituality is only a different (better or worse) interpretation of that Truth. You could sift through a thousand religions, but you would still end up looking at the same reality, only through different people's eyes. I ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/08/23/one-truth/ There are no need for signs. Life is the sign, breath is its proof - all we need to do is open our eyes. Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 2007 http://theodorakis.org/2007/08/23/signs/ Its taken so long for this site to launch that I was certain I had become trapped in a time loop. :) But finally, its here - a clean design, a few old poems and lots more verse, commentaries and stories to be added in the coming months (and years). ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/08/19/welcome-finally/ Heart felt angst Wells up inside, Tightening Its spring Until it bursts As hairball Tumble, Landing flat Upon the twisted ire Of a life long loss. To voice a goodbye Free falls away Favouring fate That follows Endings of uncrossed paths. This thought, again replayed - Is layed out in full, Brushed with care, And cradled for a time. Turned, and again checked for its emotional ID. Unlike fe-lines Our kind, ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/07/27/cleo-the-cat/ Having brought down the judgement of order, A dandy lion fairy Asserts her ruling over the mindless intellect, Rounding it up And whipping routine out of chaos, Her innocent face Takes on the scowl of a demon. Sweet irony however, Is lost On those in servitude, For the struggle to capture creativity backfires Causing their muse to skip away ever faster, Fearful ... http://theodorakis.org/2007/07/08/creativity/ May the angels of the quill be on your side, and may your paper flow freely below pen or processor. Dedication (For Rachel Robinson) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 2007 http://theodorakis.org/2007/04/04/my-wish-for-other-writers/ Slacks suits Tailor, to imprint On silicone skin. Drawn up hems, Caress all manner Of brushed down hair - flashed, In the hope That Godless salvation, Will empty Their wretched lives, Into another's cup. Transforming That given face, Into the latest magazine mask. Abandoned by light and sugared by thorns, Youth declare meaningless wisdom As the basis to their body's vacant room. And somehow, this has come ... http://theodorakis.org/2006/01/14/monkeyed/ What rank are you? You, who claim servitude to God Yet retire, The two legged and the four unto The recesses of the mind. I graze On your absence, Your smug stamp of expression Is a polarity of righteousness, That salts my wounds, Reminding me Of the abandoned-ness Suffered by the the One. And as things get too hard. As mortality gets too real. You ... http://theodorakis.org/2005/06/03/out-of-mind/ Palm planted He reclined Back, in greeting His dawn, of eastern gold. Fingers arched, There was silent focus In the line of his neck, Seeking the little Menace That was Bent On return, And intent, In its struggle To cement permanancy Through forays To conquer, The legancy of one man. Though his Face Turned away The sprawled Seating On nurtured grass Said more Than expression. This was a soul Contented, Knowing, time’s edge Was near, And that Weeding was ... http://theodorakis.org/2004/09/23/a-neighbour-weeding/ Of tempered manner, Refined in stance, Class-ed brow, And fine cut hair. You are, what the colonies were built on. You are the muscle, You are the backbone, You are the worker left behind When empire building Was done with. Yet, you continue the tradition Of all that was best About Queen and Country. Too bad the 'cultured' Only know you as 'the drunk', And ... http://theodorakis.org/2003/10/12/the-englishman/ To be alive Is to pry open The vanity, Acknowledge the village square, Breath in the jasmine And dry the morning beams. Foam cover the face, Shave, And shout greetings To friends and family, Who walk the cobblers Not so far below. Simple complexity Begets Low cost richness, For males Of Any Age. Audio Version (Podcast - MP3 / 40sec / 315kb) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 2003 http://theodorakis.org/2003/09/23/the-stubbled-face/ Glory oh glorious, Silhouetted against an arch Our frames leap To touch your form. A promise made, A promise kept, You are revealed Full length To the descendants Of Noah. Bay straddled From island to rotunda, You force us To catch our breath, And wonder at majesty Never matched By our hands. Smudging colour, Drizzling rain, Soft words from my wife And then You are vanquished, As buses push you aside On their ... http://theodorakis.org/2003/04/24/rainbow/ Let us not think Too hard Or too long, And it may yet Come to pass, That our Arrogance and Ignorance, Will be forgiven By the seventy percentiles, Who lack and die Each and every day. But I fear Its more likely, That the sandpits Of the mind Will burn the fury Of their eyes, Into their hands, And cause them To gouge out The sight Of the First. And now, As countless ... http://theodorakis.org/2001/09/13/wtc/ The curbing of rage Sends out needles, Drawn forth to target None other Than the self. Blessed by DNA strands Selected through fight, I am at a disadvantage In a world that values None of the gifts I bring to the pool. The clotting That saved, My knife wielding kin. The adrenaline That carried, Their hand to hand combat. Both, seen as mutations To be controlled, not extolled. I ... http://theodorakis.org/2001/09/11/soldier-blood/ His given name - Versatility, Sought solutions Which pooled like cool oil drops on velvet. Had he not lived, Fiction would not have invented Such fantasy. He walked with the Invisible Ones Moulding creation, Long before his Brothers and Sisters Regained the Insight. He was the catalyst Seeding the awakening, But no one ever knew him, And the changes he brought Almost never came to ... http://theodorakis.org/2001/08/06/unknown-sage/ Forever and ever We circle Our precious home, Not seeing The jewel that wears us as its glory. Taken from the deepest Blue of seas, Souls were broken, Fed upon soil-less food And ground, face first into the desert of safety. But the desert Finally turned to muddied water. And the muddied water Finally distilled to sea and sediment. And the sea and sediment Once ... http://theodorakis.org/2001/08/01/curvature/ Without disguise Peace is poured into cavities, And I lean As hard as strength allows, Cradled By mortar and wood. So long lived Amongst the elements, My being Was lip serviced By fibro, Fronting as home. And now? I clutch at good fortune Wondering, what next. Were I To entertain confidence, The road ahead would be paved By dreams and grace filled places. Hence, as lids get laden Goodness ... http://theodorakis.org/2001/07/17/a-lite-blanket-a-brick-wall/ Everything is still. There is no longer pain, Anxiety or fear. There is no longer wanting or darkness. There is open hope. Unassuming, Unconcealed or shielded by metaphor. Free to express and to dream Of better times for the self, And more power to the reality of all people. Gratitude, is what I have come to know in each breath. And ... http://theodorakis.org/1998/05/11/cleared-city-land/ Simply cupped, Hands shake in their capture Of each other's Weakness. We are not what we seem. We are the more, The un-quashed voices Of hearts Pounding their way towards the beginning place, Where honesty applauds More loudly Than Baroque patrons of old. We are ourselves, Beyond that of strangers Whose glances are washed away By the turning of a head. And in part, we are ... http://theodorakis.org/1997/06/05/beginnings/ All you have known is gold. The silver spoon of a mobile You hold like a new born Of importance - beyond life, Of depth - beyond God, Of people - but nothing. All that is memorable Is the braid. Plaited to the wrist, Your means of breath, Has become your delusion of oxygen It’s irony of non-air is like the ... http://theodorakis.org/1994/06/27/cotton-steel-and-plastic/ Sister of Wisdom I noticed that your smile had faded, Softened in transience amoungst places of New. And I wondered Whether life had left your soul giving stance. But on seeing the candle still flickering, My heart filled with the Blood Spilt to the floor, Freely offered up by our Brothers and Sisters Through past sacrifice; And done so, to ... http://theodorakis.org/1993/11/14/the-onward-struggle-making-a-place-of-our-own/ I have sometimes felt the tangible hand of God On my shoulder. Often ignoring the comfort which was offered I've stumbled through the darkness, choosing pain Instead as my companion And wondering why my life has been forsaken. The invitation has always Been there - the choice to rise beyond the clouds of fatalism To turn, dive and ... http://theodorakis.org/1993/10/10/going-home-to-rest/ There is this portion Of my heart where forever is held, Cradled in warmth and compassion. Reasoning in its most useful form Cautions without fear, Breath taken above All wonder And known Truth, is just and always felt. It is there that the breeze is never harrowing, That the sun’s warmth reaches the marrow And powers the soul, In ways known ... http://theodorakis.org/1993/07/17/soul-port/ Into the light of doubt Is caste the raising of the sword, Such that, the darkness of salutes Is an angle of structure no more. Its residence then, is not forever. Each chip it makes, each take, Though sometimes mortally wounding May cease its cause through Truth. We in turn, create the oracle of humanity; The living dream outside ... http://theodorakis.org/1992/09/15/to-quell-the-racism/ Coveted with glitter in the manner of mouths Basted with privilege; A new invention to save us from the dreaded 'R' word - he says. 'Recession blues - Will, Be, Over!' Yes, that's it - amazing how it didn't come to him sooner. The three dollars an hour rate, Huh; Can you believe it!? How wonderful, how glorious, ... http://theodorakis.org/1992/07/06/the-youth-wage/ Troubled again is the thought, And as the tear falls In the torrent of a single drop, All is lost before it began; As though the dignity of existence Was a Utopian thing in a far distant place, A place where they knew nothing of humanity And its struggle to just be. All this When one need only Sun and ... http://theodorakis.org/1992/04/15/chaos-in-sterility-the-western-world/ There was a Xmas Tree. A fir in the european sense; And a little one - a boy, Who sat beneath it with a book. So fond of tales was he - thumb imprinted it spoke. Opened, he would run through the stories To where a section was blank. And often he'd yell into the darkness, "But why?" ... http://theodorakis.org/1992/04/13/casting-off-the-handed-down-toxin/ There’ll be time enough For hardship, Adult ridden in decisions of pressure. Why not, Let the bright and breath of childhood Saturate their souls for the while. All too soon Toys will be pushed aside With an absence of laughter. So why rush the process Anymore than it must. Let them speak of imaginings, Throw fairy-floss, Dream dreams As the real things they are. Let ... http://theodorakis.org/1991/03/31/too-fast/ Sometimes, the heart swims in warming Torrents of human good cheer. So enlightened, Filled to the brim of overflow, It gags on a cascading smile - quite Riddled in the pure delights of now. Triggered by laughter and lemonade trophies, The recline in observation is complete; Diving in, one savours the flavour Spontaneously scribed between souls. Heads raised - we ... http://theodorakis.org/1990/12/13/happy-endings/ Step aside Oh torch of darkness. For there is a Meadow And Daisy behind your facade; To good to remain unknown, And I will know it before my end. Audio Version (Podcast - MP3 / 23sec / 183kb) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1990 http://theodorakis.org/1990/07/27/an-order/ I sit with friends And talk; about Love, God and Politics. But mostly about fears; Our fears of inadequacy; of death; of money, testings, authority, good and evil. I cannot blame anymore, Fallacies and faults are as much my doing as others, Especially if I remain inactive. And so? I gather, I organize, I distribute my thoughts. For the ... http://theodorakis.org/1990/01/15/me-you-us/ Quiet... Painted upon the air Your petals glow with effervescent sound And wink like compound eyes, Designed to ruffle life's silent tale... Audio Version (To Be Added) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1990 http://theodorakis.org/1990/01/10/three-parts-daisy/ Drenched to the bone, Your madness of demands, Is killing my zest. I bargain, No longer able to love that which "needs"; That which cannot separate the menial from the golden. And thus, the stone filled statue stands. Trapped in the place where love will never be! Audio Version (To Be Added) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1990 http://theodorakis.org/1990/01/08/three-parts-house/ I hang on with child like vision, As shards of destruction are embedded in my brain. How much longer can I hold the hope of innocence, And not embrace escape and monetary fixation? It seems, my grip is slipping. I must fall and become... adult! Audio Version (To Be Added) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1990 http://theodorakis.org/1990/01/06/three-parts-responsibilities/ Remember this in times to come - Love is not dead, Nor too far gone. For below the sheath, it lives but still. Awaiting times, Which cannot kill. So, will it rise to cleanse our souls? Caress our worries? Save our goals? Futile to think, thoughts like these - As resurrection lies, Through hands and dreams. Not in waiting or wanting spells, Which ... http://theodorakis.org/1989/09/01/the-loss-of-love/ She seeks...       Guidance through the Book;       Wisdom in the sky;       Refreshments from the twirly knob above the kitchen sink. Then she waits...       Knowing the solution will be revealed,       For all God's mechanistic creations       Come with instructions and home delivery. Thus...       The only accessories one needs,       Is the serious, yet cool hard word from a disintegrating human being       Which she definitely qualifies ... http://theodorakis.org/1989/08/23/what-do-i-do-with-this-god/ Melodrama rules... It's coarse lines, spun out in momentous speech! Symbols in flowing parody Touch on stereotypes, Then formalize in dramatic assumptions, And blackened extrapolations. Such warmth... aahhh... drawn from the stills of Antarctic. Such sweetness... oohhh... modeled on the taste of fermenting gall. What could 'top off' such a script, Rooted in a tangle of pain and unsatisfied ... http://theodorakis.org/1989/08/16/a-fathers-stand/ Wondrous things, left in the back of their minds; Gathering dust and cobwebs while grinding life's cog. Sad, that so few of them draw from the Spring. Instead, they pretend to know, Fixing things up very nicely, thank you very much! Especially since they haven't a clue As to what's going on Or how to deal with ... http://theodorakis.org/1989/06/01/insight-and-wisdom-from-parents/ It was thought we lived upon the downs. It was thought we chose life's own breath; Yet we look, we gaze, we seek to crush; As though the peace was just a dream, Not known to minds or souls of quest. Twist away, and tear your heart... Strike at the evil and blind the eye; It must ... http://theodorakis.org/1989/05/01/justice/ I speak of the world on a frosty clear morn, When all else becomes, but a magical dream; Awaiting a wand raised up in the air, And tapped by a zest and quaintness of speech. I speak of the moon on the steps to the stars, Where teddy bears rest in their travels of sleep; And ... http://theodorakis.org/1989/03/01/no-need-to-stop-before-you-start/ For our hearts flow freely with the earthly wind, And our souls rise up to thin the clouds, And there upon the cushioned beams, Lie waiting still our childhood friends. Once left behind in air of want, They shadow walk till life's own end, And then still sit as canines do, Awaiting steps on woven ground. In spite ... http://theodorakis.org/1989/02/01/imaginary-playmates/ It was like she knew the world's own pain; Had touched its heart in times of need; Had shared its sorrow, loss of love; Had cried a tear through courage wrought. And yet, she left no load above; Used no threats to reach her goals. She sat and smiled, Her beauty real, Her face did glow and light ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/11/15/her-sadness-and-her-strength/ How do we know if love has yet touched? If words can't convey its inner most warmth; Whose glow overwhelms the saddened lone heart; And makes it as young as that of our birth. How do we know if it will be true? When world's accept passions in its fine place; And know not of peace ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/09/15/knowing/ To speak of a longing in the quietest times, Would erase a warmth of magical zest, Laid down in the corridors of the endeared, Where silence enchants, the tranquil air; And touches the heart of the unknown friend. To silence a longing in the rarest of times, Would miss our strength and magical love, Raised up in ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/08/15/to-speak-or-not-to-speak/ To look upon the desert plain, And see a clearness, freshness In the morning's light. To look into a golden sunset's eyes, And find there beauty, born Of the world's own mind. To look through a creek's sweet smiling face, And be mystified, by a reality Of unfathomable depth. To look at the words of an autumn breeze, And be ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/07/30/someone-special/ A soft breeze touched Her silken gown, A soft voice whispered Be not profound. Reach up to heaven And touch the sky, Be yourself And not a lie. For it is a time of freedom, A time of reign, A time to live, Not quite the same. A time to sing, A time to praise, A time to listen, And be amazed. For to pass it ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/07/20/a-princess-today/ There existed a pond an illusion to be, A wishing well, reaching into one's mind. There lived a froggy, amnesia had he, Diving underwater, seeking his kind. "Why is it?" said the froggy as the sun rose above, "That futile are my searches for a friend here today?" Unable to grasp such a question of love, He ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/07/10/the-facades-of-life/ 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 ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/06/30/knight-waiting/ 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 - ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/06/15/eroded-innocence/ 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 ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/06/01/the-old-child/ Clear, Bright, Sunny, Warm, Friendly. Atmosphere of a high school camp,        Problems,        Commitments,        Work,        Studies, All put aside. Enjoying life, Enjoying activities, Savouring every moment, as it comes along. Audio Version (To Be Added) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1988 (3rd poem written in 1988 - exact date of writing unknown) http://theodorakis.org/1988/04/22/queensland-expo-expo-queensland/ Why does one create a dream, That takes two to lift its wings, Yet in desperation, Pilots The vision alone. Igniting the imagination,        Pretending        To move,        To soar,        To create meaning When there is none to be found. How does one describe the pain? That's unable to escape. Caused by the ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/04/07/a-lie/ If secrets could be told, To the whispering wind; Of Love and Friendship Locked within; The world would be A duller place; To live our lives, To run our race. Instead we guess, We wonder if; The other feels the strength, The gift; That powers life Eternal now, And guides the future, Within the cloud. The pain, the sorrow If we're wrong, But such is the risk, To ... http://theodorakis.org/1988/03/17/meeting/ As the dawn re-establishes its existence, A due drop catches the twinkling of a fading star; Magnifying the luminosity's fragile presence, Through internal reflections. In time, the small condensation turns golden, And compliments the beauty Of scattered sunbeams along the horizon, Such that, the radiance of life is augmented beyond imagination... Audio Version (To Be Added) Copyright © Vasilios ... http://theodorakis.org/1987/12/25/the-realisation/ Night falls... Voooooosh... Da-Ping! It's thick mists of transparent black velvet Envelop the earth's surface. It tenderly merges with all objects Physical and spiritual, And here, Here I stand, Cheeseburgers, French fries and orange juice in hand. My mind wanders from the harsh outlines of the train station. The termite ridden wood of the overhead beams, Expels shavings as the wind ... http://theodorakis.org/1987/12/15/the-jolly-bunch/ It began without knowing, And the end is yet to come - what is life? It is the pain, the gut wrenching feeling. It is the laughter that needs no recognition. It can be the most peaceful experience - Like the breeze gently rocking the gum tree's leaves. Or - it can be 'the noise' which ... http://theodorakis.org/1987/12/01/once-upon-a/ He was but a sigh Pushed past by the frenzied wind. He was but a flicker In the passing of incandescent light. But his transient presence, Served a purpose Touching many souls And sowing the seeds of self worth. Much pain was suffered, At no one's expense. Much was lost Without them knowing. No reward was ever given, Or recognition bestowed. No thanks, no ... http://theodorakis.org/1987/06/01/human-within-humanity/ This caligraphy was created using old fashioned fountain pens and originally embossed the folder that housed the 'Growing Up' anthology - 1983 to 1990. I still have these pens but rarely get a chance to use them. A lot has changed since 1987. I've been using programs like Adobe Illustrator and ... http://theodorakis.org/1987/06/01/caligraphy-for-the-growing-up-anthology-folder/ The way a new born catches the radiance of knowledge, Is like the butterfly's thirst, And innocent acceptance of dew From the glistening leaves, Which keep alive the Tree we know as Life. Audio Version (To Be Added) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1987 (1st poem written in 1987) http://theodorakis.org/1987/02/28/learning/ It is something beautiful and pure, Between a man and woman - Who are deeply in love, Have a full friendship, And are strongly attracted to each other. It is something good and holy, Between a man and woman - Who are deeply committed and have married - if at all possible. For marriage and commitment are the ... http://theodorakis.org/1986/07/27/the-oneness-of-man-and-woman/ This scanned in image, is of a drawing I was going to use for the cover of the anthology i.e. if it ever got published. As I don't intend to use this cover anymore, I thought it might be of some interest to web readers. The size of each of the ... http://theodorakis.org/1986/07/27/front-cover-for-the-growing-up-anthology/ When Your calling, Your dream, Your love, Seems to have been crushed out of existence; Give it time to come back to life And allow its wounds to heal. Let it stretch its wings And soar with the wondrous beauty of the universe, Unlocking its still hidden secrets. And once it has, Don't let anyone Convince you to place it in a ... http://theodorakis.org/1986/07/01/let-it-be/ Life is: - Love and Peace. - Faith and Hope. - Friendship and Humour. - Knowledge and Wisdom. - Light and Beauty. - Challenges and Achievements. - Decisions and Actions. Audio Version (To Be Added) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1986 (2nd poem written in 1986 - exact date of writing unknown) http://theodorakis.org/1986/04/01/life/ To float through the clouds, To ride through the air, To chase a friendly dragon around bushes and trees - Is it our fate, or is it our love? Whose aim lies deeper than any known seas...... Audio Version (To Be Added) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1986 (1st poem written in 1986 - exact date of writing ... http://theodorakis.org/1986/01/01/an-everlasting-question/ Beauty is not in the eyes of the beholder. It lies in our spirit of love, And of peace. Of harmony, And of destiny. It has no unique physical form But has the ability to touch the heart. It can tare, it can save. It can complete, it can begin. But in whatever form it is displayed - its ... http://theodorakis.org/1985/12/01/a-thought-no-just-a-feeling/ People all around you, People everywhere you go, "Well Hi there......!" you try to say. "How Ya doing......?" But their heads only turn away. Could it be me? Is it something I possess, which puts them off? Maybe my creed, my status, my height? For even though I try to communicate, They push me away with a snub that's ... http://theodorakis.org/1985/06/01/loneliness/ Once men believed in themselves, Then they believed in each other, But eventually they will believe in God. It was thought, That eternity existed before time, And so it may have, But as there is no universal time, Eternity still exists. Men claim that to live, means to fight. But it is a defeat they bring upon themselves. Complete 'Human ... http://theodorakis.org/1984/10/01/completeness/ And so my faithful comrade, You've served you're purpose Ran the race, And as it never became apparent, Were you 'Bic' or were you 'Pace'? You're entity faded As you worked long hours, You became me and I you, As we fought for the common goal That eluded both 'Staedtler' and 'Columbia' too. Our compassion cannot be measured by words, Such ... http://theodorakis.org/1984/07/01/parting-with-an-incapacitated-friend/ Tranquillity extends itself, Innocence reigns supreme, Beauty astounds the senses, And love has no reason but to dream. It could stop, but doesn't; Destroy, but never will; It has no destiny or ancestry; And thus, never needs to show or tell. Few really understand its meaning, And attempt to answer why. But those who do are dreaming, And never tell because ... http://theodorakis.org/1984/04/01/a-thought-of-peace/ Love...... It flows, mesmerises, enriches, But most of all completes. It has no defined borders, No set meaning, No purpose. It is a useless gift, some sarcastically believe; A torture we are made to suffer; A fish bone lodged in the heart - which also doesn't logically exist. But how in all the vastness of the ether, Do they explain:       The ... http://theodorakis.org/1984/01/01/love/ Speak your words of wisdom Sir, I like to listen to your thoughts. Yes; We do both appear out of place; You in your cage; Me in my race. We watch from behind a window closed; Is it barred or can we fly through? The problems issue past our eyes. No need to touch, no need to worry; Though ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/11/01/budgerigar/ Strange how we never speak, But understand each other totally. We discuss topics for a period of seconds, Only when vision interacts. Our eyes form two intersecting plains, And thus create a true, Or is it full entity - as it exists in three dimensions. I find it hard to converse normally, And hope that the friend is ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/10/16/friend/ Not many see it, do they? The horizon does seem like a better place for it, doesn't it? The sky is blue? - tell me. And I am a person? - please answer. Why doesn't anyone listen when I speak? Is this what they say to themselves? Are their minds a jumble, or just blank. What drives ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/10/01/poverty/ Warp or eternity; Which do you choose? Do we have to believe? Is it something created a short time ago? Once there was no such thing; No problem of tomorrow; No early death to destroy a thousand year old dream. What is it really? Maybe a figment of our imagination; But that can't be, As we see things change, grow ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/09/16/time/ Its misery bites; What more can you say. Walking down a street, Through a school; Alone, but yet so surrounded by faces. Faces which hold back because of facial features. Faces which aim sharp sounds at your ears. Faces that are too scared to say sorry. And faces that are not brown or black. New Australian, they say; How can ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/09/01/nationality/ The story is only half told in each case. The martial arts understand but do not say what, The religions say what but few understand. Combined we get a whole picture; An energy gift we all possess; Something given to us to develop, Not force! Something which should flow; Something absent from man in zero A.D./B.C. , But present ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/08/16/the-universe-force/ Inside; and no way out. Built up by portraits on paper. Why am I within? Locked there, Told - become something to earn a living. But what if...... what if...... You don't want a living. What if, all you ever want to do is wonder, look, question...... discover! Is it wrong?! "They", Tell me it is. "They" say there is no ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/08/01/the-circle/ Like an apple falling and depositing its seeds; I feel reconditioned; My mind is ready; My power is strong enough to diminish suggestions, And pointing me in the right direction. I'd like to tell the world the secret; But what's the use; Isn't it safer, that those who want to know, find out for themselves, And enquire if ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/07/16/recovery/ Horrid; Evil some would say. In fact like a sponge, Soaking up your soul and devouring your thoughts. It appears unexpectedly; And tries to overcome the spirit. But goodness is fullness, And it does not let the blackness get its way. A gift; the spirit helps in more ways than can be imagined. The cavity enlarges without you knowing. The ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/07/01/emptiness-within/ I ask people, is it: Wonderful? - "Of course" Timesaving? - "Indeed" Right? - "Without a doubt" Then why has man lost faith? Why is the world in turmoil? Why is half the earth's population in poverty? And why do people answer without thinking? Audio Version (Podcast - MP3 / 32sec / 253kb) Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1983 (2nd ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/06/16/technology/ I sit alone Wonder; about man mostly. His strange way of acceptance; In fact, acceptance of anything; Something new; different; strange; useful? No!...... something destructive; heart breaking; soul destroying. Something rammed home again and again until universally wonderful. And me? I watch; I listen; I silence my thoughts, As the era will pass more quickly uninterrupted; - Have patience - ... http://theodorakis.org/1983/06/01/me/