Vasilios Theodorakis – An Online Author

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 era demands that each do what they can.
– Be strong. Laugh hard – for the weight is our own to ease.

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1990

Quiet…
Painted upon the air
Your petals glow with effervescent sound
And wink like compound eyes,
Designed to ruffle life’s silent tale…

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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!

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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!

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