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December 25, 1987

The Realisation

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

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…

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1987

(5th poem written in 1987 – exact date of writing unknown)

December 15, 1987

The Jolly Bunch

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

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 rushes past exposed sections,
And the shavings…
Fall…
Fall upon me as snow flakes would.
Alas, they are unable to melt,
And stick to the wool of my jumper.
Very irritating this…
Very irritating!
Thus, as I was saying,
My mind wanders from the harsh outlines of the train station.
And dreams of the juicy tastes that will soon enter my mouth.
The spicy tomato source,
Easing itself over the B.B.Q. mince
And the melted cheese trying to escape from between the two buns.
The pickles tearing and squirting their sourness into…
But wait…
A light,
A light is approaching along the tracks.
And yes,
Yes, a train is attached to it!
An irregular racket precedes the standard non-chop caboose,
Clank, der clank, der clank, eee-k… eeeeee-k… splat!
And then,
The doors open – well, nearly.
        “Get your muscle behind that door handle lady, while I kick in this edging!”
Incredibly, the carriage has started moving,
But aren’t we supposed to be inside?
The lady hangs onto the handle.
Me? I find myself suction cupped to the door!
        “Hey”, I shout to the guard.
        “Nice evening”, he shouts back.
        “Stop the train!”
        “Oh… OK…”, der clank, eee-k… splat!
Doors are released – we crawl inside.
Cheese burgers, French fries and orange juice in hand.
Cheese burgers, French fries…
Cheese burgers?
Cheese burgers!
Everything’s still on the platform!
Doors slam shut.
Ahhh… Ahhh…
Tears begin to flood my eyes.
Oh the pain,
The pain of striving to be a Samaritan.
The pain of trying to convince your stomach not to commit euthanasia!
I take a seat.
Or, more correctly, the seat takes me as we jolt forward.
I gaze into the blank expressions on the faces,
Hoping to gain a sympathetic glance for my troubles.
Instead,
A paper plane hits me in the back of the head.
        “Who did that?” I bark in every direction.
A little Asian face pops up from behind a seat.
        “Allo…” it says
        “Me did it…”
What can you say?
I choose the authoritarian stance.
        “I want your name, rank and serial number!”
        “Huh…” he says.
        “Nothing…” I reply, exhausted.
        “Ni-ice evening is it?”
I glare at this unsupervised 5 year old,
My eyes are focused like a hawk’s,
My hands are itching to ring his neck.
And in spite of my obvious disdain,
He reaches into his pocket,
Carefully extracting two cotton covered,
Seven month old yellow jelly beans,
        And says, “Foo you!”
Oh… how I wish I had my own car,
Something to escape these cartoon characters!

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1987
(4th Poem written in 1987)

December 1, 1987

Once Upon A…

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

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 serves no true purpose,
But to tempt one’s hormones to tighten their grip.

It is the ‘once upon a time – lived happily ever after…’ story.
An illusion? Not totally – its reality lies in the extent we believe in it.

So where does it lead? Where does it end? No one knows.
The only certainty is that its resting place – is where one directs it to go.

And this, is not due to fate,
As some would have us believe.

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1987
(3rd poem written in 1987)

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