oh how coincidental is this fate

oh how coincidental is this fate
to grab a seat within a new classroom
between my current and my former mate?

who knew that destiny could calculate
the weaving of three strings upon its loom?
oh how coincidental is this fate

the swinging of the pendulum so great
within the grandpa clock before the room
between my current and my former mate?

my senses convolute when both create
a rare concoction of combined perfume
oh how coincidental is this fate

when memories flash back and forth in state
my heart from extreme ends being consumed
between my current and my former mate?

eventually they'll meet, communicate
the sign of the beginning of my doom
oh how coincidental is this fate
between my current and my former mate

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos

forgotten are the days of her sweet love

forgotten are the days of her sweet love
when we under the warm sun laughed and played
replaced by present things now placed above

those spring and summer days i'm thinking of
my gems that cycled fourteen years to jade
forgotten are the days of her sweet love

quick scattered to the skies like one lone dove
supplanted from his nest, another stayed
replaced by present things now placed above

now this dove and the rest i've spoken of
supplanted, all, for none had made the grade
forgotten are the days of her sweet love

before the ending came with forceful shove
all wonders of the heart before she strayed
replaced by present things now placed above

and all the mentioned references thereof
i solely own, my memories are paid
forgotten are the days of her sweet love
replaced by present things now placed above

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos

so passive letting life just pass him by

so passive letting life just pass him by
he sits, does not attempt to make a move
no life will recollect in his mind's eye

because he'll never move or even try
even in trying times he will just prove
so passive letting life just pass him by

and in his settled seat his heart will fry
her heart to strangers love will not behoove
no life will recollect in his mind's eye

yet certainly his other eyes will cry
and in his crying he will find his groove
so passive letting life just pass him by

yet active will be his continued sigh
he's loved and lost for others don't approve
no life will recollect in his mind's eye

his tears will only stop when bones turn dry
or when his life's poor lot he disapproves
so passive letting life just pass him by
no life will recollect in his mind's eye

2:26 PM 3/26/2012

as often as i've seen it come about

as often as i've seen it come about
the unexpected bullet named for me
i find it hard to grasp and remain stout

it's not the first time i have seen a rout
it's now become a par for course but see
as often as i've seen it come about

it's always left a taste of grizzled grout
upon my tongue and as they set me free
i find it hard to grasp and remain stout

i'm felled and on the ground i plead and shout
my humbled voice is like that of a flea
as often as i've seen it come about

it is the shock that leaves my mouth so pout
my head hangs low like one hung on a tree
i find it hard to grasp and remain stout

most others can't see what i speak about
therefore they shake their heads and disagree
as often as i've seen it come about
i find it hard to grasp and remain stout

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos

the company i keep is such

the company i keep is such
in solitude my friends they'll be
and they've become my wooden crutch

they offer me their magic touch
ascending me to ecstacy
the company i keep is such

short-lived the highs aren't very much
i crash and then return to see
that they've become my wooden crutch

in spite of this they close my hutch
of pain but temporarily
the company i keep is such

and every episodic notch
is covered so i think i'm free
oh they've become my wooden crutch

and i return a darker blotch
my soul more stained by small degrees
the company i keep is such
that they've become my wooden crutch

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos

her beauty kills the mortal man

her beauty kills the mortal man
she draws away his roaming eyes
because her beauty truly can

her skill would awe the sporting fan
she catches eyes like pop up flies
her beauty kills the mortal man

this is the start of end's time span,
the taking of his very cries
because her beauty truly can

it does for there is not a ban
then steals the breath from chests that rise
her beauty kills the mortal man

asphyxiation is so grande,
he faints before her in his tries
because her beauty truly can

it steals his heart into her hand
his soul engages in goodbyes
her beauty kills the mortal man
because her beauty truly can

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos

where you have gone no one may follow there

where you have gone no one may follow there
no tourist guide may go for tell and show
it is a place unmapped i know not where

though many've tried their patience could not bear
surrendered to this fact and they now know
where you have gone no one may follow there

i've questioned eastern experts on a dare
they said its where the life force tends to flow
it is a place unmapped i know not where

a place where all the resting find no care
perfection where you neither shrink nor grow
where you have gone no one may follow there

i've questioned western experts on a dare
they said there's only one way there to go,
it is a place unmapped i know not where

our parents soon would follow if they'd bear
to watch my passing through that door to go
where you have gone no one may follow there
it is a place unmapped i know not where

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos

i know you know

i know, i know, i really know
you're out there somewhere far away
you do recall, i know you know

no matter where you choose to go
though you have found a place to stay
i know, i know, i really know

there's something in your mind that shows
by memory's mysterious ways
you do recall, i know you know

remember how we used to go
by buses, trains for many days?
i know, i know, i really know

you carry memories in tow
though your brown hair might now be grey
you do recall, i know you know

you've thought of me both high and low
yet i have never gone away
i know, i know, i really know
you do recall, i know you know

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos

This much I know undoubtedly is true

This much I know undoubtedly is true,
my eyes are robbed--denied of your sweet face,
with every single countless thought of you.

With hindsight 20-20, not a clue
informed I'd fall to this deserted place,
this much I know undoubtedly is true.

In your deep absence colors fade to blue,
in memory's now slow-degrading pace.
With every single countless thought of you,

you fade as every tick and tock creep through,
replenished if your void you would replace,
this much I know undoubtedly is true.

Now your passover's bitter herbs I chew,
as every memory does plead its case,
with every single countless thought of you.

As every waking thought returns to you,
your silhouette with fingers do I trace,
this much I know undoubtedly is true,
with every single countless thought of you.

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos