Vasilios Theodorakis – An Online Author

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.

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1990

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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Warmth has no end when doubts simply die,
If depth is drawn out of wisdom’s own tree,
And sits upon high to teach us its way,
While syphoning pain, sadness and guilt.

Alone we must gain its glow beyond par,
Facing our heart’s, own pierced hole,
That bleeds sacred rain the world cannot see,
And beats in reversed fashions of love.

Then can we know that healing light works,
And through its own means touches the core,
By infinite hope that comforts the soul,
And helps us to form a measured out life.

Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1989

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 facade the love
Yet ring the bells.

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1989
(Poem From 1989 – exact date of writing unknown)

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 as being.
And of course…
      A bit of ‘umph’ from the gentleman Himself.
      Then and only then is everything guaranteed to become
      Hunky Dory.

Unfortunately…
      It never quite works out that way.
      The Creator, it would seem, has an admirable sense of humour;
      Tossing someone else’s left overs into the solution stew,
      Just when its about to be served.
Yet…
      Even this complication does not phase her.
      She rises up,
      Takes it with a grain of sodium chloride replacement,
      And knuckles down to a few more hours of bartering.

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1989

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 expectations?
One thing I tell you… one thing… he said.
A silence, a withdrawal, an isolation ‘par excellence’.

And so it was…

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1989
(Poem From 1989 – exact date of writing unknown)

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 situations.

Its true – we all grow up,
Expectations are laid down in concrete – a distraction for sure.
“Adult, ah ha… mature, maybe… therefore wise?”
The problem is we all assume wisdom comes with age.
No wonder society stumbles around in a coma most of the time.
Why don’t we allow people to learn from their mistakes,
Accrue wisdom before children,
And then assume they can make useful decisions.

If we don’t, I’m sure we’ll continue to await
With “baited breaths”
For guidance to spring forth from the foetuses of the world.
So sift through what you’ve heard – but carefully.
Be still, and grab the gems as they’re laid out by artisans.
And above all – avoid spending an eternity wondering
Why that initial “wisdom” offered from the crib
Was so useless…

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Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1989
(Exact date of writing unknown.)