tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7356996931751925472023-11-15T13:47:24.156-05:00The VillanelleA blog about all things Villanelle.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger923125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-27366880018173977092019-11-23T21:47:00.000-05:002019-11-23T22:14:48.619-05:00What is this curse upon my heart<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">What is this curse upon my heart,<br />that plants the seeds where loves do grow,<br />then rents all loves to me apart?<br /><br />I know that endings stop each start,<br />each time, all times. I want to know,<br />what is this curse upon my heart?<br /><br />I've paid for each one à la carte,<br />unfinished meals, for it's renown:<br />It rents all loves to me apart,<br /><br />and thus compels me to compart,<br />and fall to pieces, no more known.<br />What is this curse upon my heart?<br /><br />So every love's compelled to part,<br />and melt my once-warm flesh to bone?<br />What rents all loves to me apart,<br /><br />turns sweetness to a horrid tart?<br />It is my fate to die alone.<br />What is this curse upon my heart,<br />that rents all loves to me apart?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />(C)2019, Christos Rigakos</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-55137197618301346362019-11-16T21:07:00.000-05:002019-11-23T22:14:20.568-05:00This bus stop, filthied by a thousand shoes<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This bus stop, filthied by a thousand shoes<br />of people walking in, and through, and out--<br />It is my heart, that pays some unknown dues,<br /><br />as every little gain I surely lose,<br />and wonder why they even come about<br />this bus stop. Filthied by a thousand shoes,<br /><br />I often scribe my grief in staves of Blues,<br />my lyrics harsh, my wails, crescendo'd, shout:<br />"It is my heart that pays some unknown dues."<br /><br />This mystery affords me little clues<br />arranged as jigsaw pieces strewn about<br />this bus stop, filthied by a thousand shoes.<br /><br />Yet broken hearts make minds of little use,<br />a fog-cloaked worthless land, dry-parched from drought--<br />it is my heart. I pay some unknown dues,<br /><br />for sins unsure which God will not excuse,<br />and so my heart's a terminal throughout<br />this bus stop, filthied by a thousand shoes--<br />It is my heart, that pays some unknown dues.<br /><br />(C)2019, Christos Rigakos</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-70252615323051604672019-05-05T22:14:00.000-04:002019-11-23T22:13:50.539-05:00It's oft been said, that all the world's a stage<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's oft been said, that all the world's a stage.<br />Oh, this one phrase has proven to be true.<br />The actors' scenes repeat through every age.<br /><br />There is one play that's quite been all the rage,<br />whose run's the longest mankind ever knew.<br />Off-Broadway, seen by all the world, a stage<br /><br />where major thespians are often gauged<br />by monologues expressing much ado,<br />the actors' scenes repeat through every age.<br /><br />The scripts, expertly crafted to engage<br />the audience, to cheer or jeer on cue<br />en masse, because the whole world is the stage.<br /><br />There's much adlibbing done on every page,<br />however actors normally stay true<br />to what's repeated oft through every age.<br /><br />The plots and stories written to enrage<br />the audience with courtly ballyhoo,<br />engage the billions on the worldly stage,<br />with scenes repeating oft through every age.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />(C)2019, Christos Rigakos</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-43626561562477464372013-03-10T03:03:00.000-04:002013-03-10T03:19:23.439-04:00If I were sure you'd take me back I would<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If I were sure you'd take me back I would</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">delay myself to ask instead would I?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Rethink the question, not as would but should!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I would have once done everything I could</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to stand again before you eye to eye,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">if I were sure you'd take me back. I would</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">have climbed mount Everest and stood</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">upon that peak that scrapes the clear blue sky,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">rethink! The question, not as would but should</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I then return to that once happy 'hood,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that turned its back the day you said goodbye?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If I were sure you'd take me back I would</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">examine your once vibrant heart turned wood,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to analyze your once hot blood gone dry,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">rethink the question, not as would but should</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">believing good turned bad can turn to good</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">bring joy once more or turn again to sighs?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If I were sure you'd take me back I would</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">rethink the question, not as would but should.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(C)2013, Christos Rigakos</span>TheVillanellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804873676653032808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-13413994585349910542012-10-18T18:21:00.000-04:002012-10-18T18:30:03.044-04:00What's rendered me an impotent of life?<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What's rendered me an impotent of life,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">while others live a life with vibrant hum?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A curse that's hedged me by a wall of strife!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While other lives with fine success are rife,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">my own's deplete, a curse has sure become</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">what's rendered me an impotent of life!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Through failure to provide I've lost a wife!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Though I believe, there are those doubts in some,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a curse that's hedged me by a wall of strife</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">cannot exist, they say, I'm a midwife</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to all my troubles, I am who has done</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">what's rendered me an impotent of life!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Or maybe I've insulted a spaewife,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">who cast, to love and money make me dumb,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a curse that's hedged me by a wall of strife.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've searched from North Recife to Tenerife,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and failed to find a way to make undone</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">what's rendered me an impotent of life,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a curse that's hedged me by a wall of strife!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(C)2012, Christos Rigakos</span><br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-58071423464608330472012-10-02T00:50:00.000-04:002012-10-10T23:37:32.108-04:00we met like two birds landing on a wire<br />
we met like two birds landing on a wire<br />
and chattered with our chirping sounds that sing<br />
at distance where no flights could we conspire<br />
<br />
though thoughts of love nests set our breasts on fire<br />
like humans holding tight to form a ring<br />
we met like two birds landing on a wire<br />
<br />
that laid upon the face of earth's attire<br />
so far that only light-boxes could bring<br />
at distance where no flights could we conspire<br />
<br />
yet caught by love like wings snagged in a brier<br />
two lovebirds sought to ease loneliness's sting<br />
we met like two birds landing on a wire<br />
<br />
and dreamed since then of hatchlings we could sire<br />
with eggshells cracking at the scent of Spring<br />
at distance where no flights could we conspire<br />
<br />
above the clouds now dreams have floated higher<br />
and soaring past the heavens there do sing<br />
we met like two birds landing on a wire<br />
at distance where no flights could we conspire<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-75617310794695733902012-07-05T00:00:00.001-04:002012-07-13T07:36:34.955-04:00A Button<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">There's a button I won't reach labled </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">reset</em><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">-</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">can't do nothing over; I can't change a thing-</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">When you see I'm the same you can't be upset.</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">Destiny's different from blissful neglect-</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">don't undermind smart phones when your's won't ring-</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">There's a button I won't reach labeled </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">reset</em><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">.</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">Countin' every fish before you cast your net;</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">Heaven's packed to the gates: no room for new wings.</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">When you see I'm the same you can't be upset.</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">Putting old limits to a new set of tests.</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">Producing a corpse and calling it King;</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">There's a button I won't reach labeled </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">reset</em><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">.</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">Forsaking the train and cursing the jet,</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">Refusing the New Age for what it might bring.</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">When you see I'm the same you can't be upset.</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">Can't dance in the rain without getting wet-</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">you're friends with the bees but afraid of their sting-</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">there's a button I won't reach labeled </span><em style="border: 0px; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">reset</em><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">;</span><br style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">when you see I'm the same you can't be upset.</span>
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<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;">(C)2012, Wells Brand</span>TheVillanellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804873676653032808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-74876599451514817482012-03-28T00:35:00.000-04:002012-03-28T00:42:17.099-04:00oh how coincidental is this fateoh how coincidental is this fate<br />
to grab a seat within a new classroom<br />
between my current and my former mate?<br />
<br />
who knew that destiny could calculate<br />
the weaving of three strings upon its loom?<br />
oh how coincidental is this fate<br />
<br />
the swinging of the pendulum so great<br />
within the grandpa clock before the room<br />
between my current and my former mate?<br />
<br />
my senses convolute when both create<br />
a rare concoction of combined perfume<br />
oh how coincidental is this fate<br />
<br />
when memories flash back and forth in state<br />
my heart from extreme ends being consumed<br />
between my current and my former mate?<br />
<br />
eventually they'll meet, communicate<br />
the sign of the beginning of my doom<br />
oh how coincidental is this fate<br />
between my current and my former mate<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-2154177496617775102012-03-27T21:32:00.000-04:002012-03-27T21:41:37.809-04:00forgotten are the days of her sweet loveforgotten are the days of her sweet love<br />
when we under the warm sun laughed and played<br />
replaced by present things now placed above<br />
<br />
those spring and summer days i'm thinking of<br />
my gems that cycled fourteen years to jade<br />
forgotten are the days of her sweet love<br />
<br />
quick scattered to the skies like one lone dove<br />
supplanted from his nest, another stayed<br />
replaced by present things now placed above<br />
<br />
now this dove and the rest i've spoken of<br />
supplanted, all, for none had made the grade<br />
forgotten are the days of her sweet love<br />
<br />
before the ending came with forceful shove<br />
all wonders of the heart before she strayed<br />
replaced by present things now placed above<br />
<br />
and all the mentioned references thereof<br />
i solely own, my memories are paid<br />
forgotten are the days of her sweet love<br />
replaced by present things now placed above<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-74596344539086913222012-03-26T14:26:00.000-04:002012-03-26T14:30:34.584-04:00so passive letting life just pass him by<br />
so passive letting life just pass him by<br />
he sits, does not attempt to make a move<br />
no life will recollect in his mind's eye<br />
<br />
because he'll never move or even try<br />
even in trying times he will just prove<br />
so passive letting life just pass him by<br />
<br />
and in his settled seat his heart will fry<br />
her heart to strangers love will not behoove<br />
no life will recollect in his mind's eye<br />
<br />
yet certainly his other eyes will cry<br />
and in his crying he will find his groove<br />
so passive letting life just pass him by<br />
<br />
yet active will be his continued sigh<br />
he's loved and lost for others don't approve<br />
no life will recollect in his mind's eye<br />
<br />
his tears will only stop when bones turn dry<br />
or when his life's poor lot he disapproves<br />
so passive letting life just pass him by<br />
no life will recollect in his mind's eye<br />
<br />
2:26 PM 3/26/2012<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-10249098691789223922012-03-26T00:58:00.000-04:002012-03-26T01:02:28.729-04:00as often as i've seen it come aboutas often as i've seen it come about<br />
the unexpected bullet named for me<br />
i find it hard to grasp and remain stout<br />
<br />
it's not the first time i have seen a rout<br />
it's now become a par for course but see<br />
as often as i've seen it come about<br />
<br />
it's always left a taste of grizzled grout<br />
upon my tongue and as they set me free<br />
i find it hard to grasp and remain stout<br />
<br />
i'm felled and on the ground i plead and shout<br />
my humbled voice is like that of a flea<br />
as often as i've seen it come about<br />
<br />
it is the shock that leaves my mouth so pout<br />
my head hangs low like one hung on a tree<br />
i find it hard to grasp and remain stout<br />
<br />
most others can't see what i speak about<br />
therefore they shake their heads and disagree<br />
as often as i've seen it come about<br />
i find it hard to grasp and remain stout<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-27595410671037471522012-03-25T14:55:00.000-04:002012-03-25T16:00:14.521-04:00the company i keep is suchthe company i keep is such<br />
in solitude my friends they'll be<br />
and they've become my wooden crutch<br />
<br />
they offer me their magic touch<br />
ascending me to ecstacy<br />
the company i keep is such<br />
<br />
short-lived the highs aren't very much<br />
i crash and then return to see<br />
that they've become my wooden crutch<br />
<br />
in spite of this they close my hutch<br />
of pain but temporarily<br />
the company i keep is such<br />
<br />
and every episodic notch<br />
is covered so i think i'm free<br />
oh they've become my wooden crutch<br />
<br />
and i return a darker blotch<br />
my soul more stained by small degrees<br />
the company i keep is such<br />
that they've become my wooden crutch<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-35063857992546467912012-03-24T21:54:00.000-04:002012-03-24T21:56:24.569-04:00her beauty kills the mortal manher beauty kills the mortal man<br />
she draws away his roaming eyes<br />
because her beauty truly can<br />
<br />
her skill would awe the sporting fan<br />
she catches eyes like pop up flies<br />
her beauty kills the mortal man<br />
<br />
this is the start of end's time span,<br />
the taking of his very cries<br />
because her beauty truly can<br />
<br />
it does for there is not a ban<br />
then steals the breath from chests that rise<br />
her beauty kills the mortal man<br />
<br />
asphyxiation is so grande,<br />
he faints before her in his tries<br />
because her beauty truly can<br />
<br />
it steals his heart into her hand<br />
his soul engages in goodbyes<br />
her beauty kills the mortal man<br />
because her beauty truly can<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-8345231611716627042012-03-24T20:37:00.000-04:002012-03-24T21:56:32.946-04:00where you have gone no one may follow therewhere you have gone no one may follow there<br />
no tourist guide may go for tell and show<br />
it is a place unmapped i know not where<br />
<br />
though many've tried their patience could not bear<br />
surrendered to this fact and they now know<br />
where you have gone no one may follow there<br />
<br />
i've questioned eastern experts on a dare<br />
they said its where the life force tends to flow<br />
it is a place unmapped i know not where<br />
<br />
a place where all the resting find no care<br />
perfection where you neither shrink nor grow<br />
where you have gone no one may follow there<br />
<br />
i've questioned western experts on a dare<br />
they said there's only one way there to go,<br />
it is a place unmapped i know not where<br />
<br />
our parents soon would follow if they'd bear<br />
to watch my passing through that door to go<br />
where you have gone no one may follow there<br />
it is a place unmapped i know not where<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-50380349941231386492012-03-24T15:06:00.000-04:002012-03-24T15:08:56.331-04:00i know you knowi know, i know, i really know<br />
you're out there somewhere far away<br />
you do recall, i know you know<br />
<br />
no matter where you choose to go<br />
though you have found a place to stay<br />
i know, i know, i really know<br />
<br />
there's something in your mind that shows<br />
by memory's mysterious ways<br />
you do recall, i know you know<br />
<br />
remember how we used to go<br />
by buses, trains for many days?<br />
i know, i know, i really know<br />
<br />
you carry memories in tow<br />
though your brown hair might now be grey<br />
you do recall, i know you know<br />
<br />
you've thought of me both high and low<br />
yet i have never gone away<br />
i know, i know, i really know<br />
you do recall, i know you know<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-37554449243966982102012-03-09T13:51:00.000-05:002012-03-14T18:25:12.444-04:00This much I know undoubtedly is trueThis much I know undoubtedly is true,<br />
my eyes are robbed--denied of your sweet face,<br />
with every single countless thought of you.<br />
<br />
With hindsight 20-20, not a clue<br />
informed I'd fall to this deserted place,<br />
this much I know undoubtedly is true.<br />
<br />
In your deep absence colors fade to blue,<br />
in memory's now slow-degrading pace.<br />
With every single countless thought of you,<br />
<br />
you fade as every tick and tock creep through,<br />
replenished if your void you would replace,<br />
this much I know undoubtedly is true.<br />
<br />
Now your passover's bitter herbs I chew,<br />
as every memory does plead its case,<br />
with every single countless thought of you.<br />
<br />
As every waking thought returns to you,<br />
your silhouette with fingers do I trace,<br />
this much I know undoubtedly is true,<br />
with every single countless thought of you.<br />
<br />
(C)2012, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-85925537002429212182010-12-11T18:21:00.005-05:002010-12-11T18:31:52.046-05:00without her this here heart it rots awaywithout her this here heart it rots away<br />
the cure for this disease is not now known<br />
the grave it stumbles closer day by day<br />
<br />
the days of laughter in the sun and play<br />
have left with my dear flesh, i'm down to bone<br />
without her this here heart it rots away<br />
<br />
she was my life, alas! she couldn't stay<br />
i'm ready, eyelids already been sown<br />
the grave it stumbles closer day by day<br />
<br />
i never thought i'd see another day<br />
when once again she'd bury me like stone<br />
without her this here heart it rots away<br />
<br />
the skies above will never change from grey<br />
for love is life, its breath has all been blown<br />
the grave it stumbles closer day by day<br />
<br />
while all things come to life in May<br />
i'll sleep on still and never be regrown<br />
without her this here heart it rots away<br />
the grave it stumbles closer day by day<br />
<br />
(C)2010, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-37403323968769118432010-11-21T23:57:00.000-05:002010-11-22T00:06:00.909-05:00now there's a secret haunting my dear soulnow there's a secret haunting my dear soul<br />i won't expose, the world will never know<br />it vanished, swallowed in my darkened hole<br /><br />the days transparency was my clear role<br />have gone, will not return here anymore<br />now there's a secret haunting my dear soul<br /><br />so black, it's darkened me like dirty coal<br />fell in upon itself with mighty roar<br />it vanished, swallowed in my darkened hole<br /><br />and those who know me worry 'bout this mole<br />that blemished the purity they adore<br />now there's a secret haunting my dear soul<br /><br />and all with eyes have seen it's taken toll<br />upon my face, and every day some more<br />it vanished, swallowed in my darkened hole<br /><br />so that not one can make me once more whole<br />i used to walk so freely through the door<br />now there's a secret haunting my dear soul<br />it vanished, swallowed in my darkened hole<br /><br />(C)2010, Christos RigakosTheVillanellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804873676653032808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-77935269968203303352010-09-26T22:11:00.005-04:002010-09-26T22:15:07.373-04:00you said you would return in just a bityou said you would return in just a bit<br />
and so I waited for you patiently<br />
for seven heavy hours I did sit<br />
<br />
you didn't think to honestly admit<br />
your other plans which did not include me<br />
you said you would return in just a bit<br />
<br />
and i assumed a fiteen minute flit<br />
still dressed, by window sill, so i could see<br />
for seven heavy hours I did sit<br />
<br />
your smile did not my angry mood befit<br />
when finally you called to visit me<br />
you said you would return in just a bit<br />
<br />
and in a bit you came, you said, with wit,<br />
and what's a bit to you, dear, honestly?<br />
for seven heavy hours I did sit<br />
<br />
and now, at midnight, huffing in a fit<br />
i tear off day-long clothes disgustingly!<br />
you said you would return in just a bit<br />
for seven heavy hours I did sit<br />
<br />
(C)2010, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-12841776366400265042010-08-01T21:22:00.001-04:002010-08-01T21:50:42.771-04:00incomprehensible the mortal changeincomprehensible the mortal change<br />all there before, not here again no more<br />from what one was to what he's now, so strange<br /><br />ineffable enough to make a soul deranged<br />what once walked round now lies beneath the floor<br />incomprehensible the mortal change<br /><br />the flesh that lived, now from its bone's estranged<br />shut down, broken, he's slipped past coffin's door<br />from what one was to what he's now, so strange<br /><br />alternative to fate can'tbe arranged<br />my heart and mind has been an open sore<br />incomprehensible the mortal change<br /><br />all that made him so him now's rearranged<br />can't be that him without the flesh he bore<br />from what one was to what he's now, so strange<br /><br />there is no gold on Earth to make exchange<br />return, undo, make him how was before<br />incomprehensible the mortal change<br />from what one was to what he's now, so strange<br /><br />(C)2010, Christos RigakosTheVillanellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03804873676653032808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-18032603205233436382010-06-27T18:59:00.002-04:002010-06-27T19:07:04.496-04:00your voice has been a silence now four yearsyour voice has been a silence now four years<br />
your laughter's echo's passed to memory<br />
and on this day I shed my silent tears<br />
<br />
they trail down cheeks, these tears I do not steer<br />
no words are said, pretending not to see<br />
your voice has been a silence now four years<br />
<br />
a gaze, then eyes stare down among your peers<br />
at feet not there where one good friend should be<br />
and on this day I shed my silent tears<br />
<br />
and four years past that day of horrid fears<br />
recalling dreaded day with clarity<br />
your voice has been a silence now four years<br />
<br />
oh how can it have been so soon four years?<br />
in silence contemplating what I see<br />
and on this day I shed my silent tears<br />
<br />
if decibels could injure normal ears<br />
how much more your silence does deafen me<br />
your voice has been a silence now four years<br />
and on this day I shed my silent tears<br />
<br />
6:59 PM 6/27/2010Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-62388344349902945812010-05-15T20:12:00.005-04:002010-05-15T20:18:22.920-04:00since he has left there's been much contemplationsince he has left there's been much contemplation<br />
regarding things I cannot comprehend<br />
the silent dark of my own destination<br />
<br />
the afterwards defying comprehension<br />
that place we go, eternity to spend<br />
since he has left there's been much contemplation<br />
<br />
my reasoning is met with much frustration<br />
to overcome my mind must learn to bend<br />
the silent dark of my own destination<br />
<br />
cannot be verified by observation<br />
examination ceases past one's end<br />
since he has left there's been much contemplation<br />
<br />
the memories of him are veneration<br />
my thoughts, to shreds my heart, do always rend<br />
the silent dark of my own destination<br />
<br />
has now become my full-time occupation<br />
no one returns from death where life does send<br />
since he has left there's been much contemplation<br />
the silent dark of my own destination<br />
<br />
(C)2010, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-39328174510480366092010-04-22T19:14:00.001-04:002010-04-22T19:15:44.661-04:00that Scythe has rent my heart, i'm penetratedthat Scythe has rent my heart, i'm penetrated<br />the blade's removed yet its cold steel remains<br />our spirit's gone, our breaths remain abated<br /><br />upon us both the crime's been perpetrated<br />and though the blade is marked with just his stains<br />that Scythe has rent my heart, i'm penetrated<br /><br />his essence from my own's been dislocated<br />my life remains with only his remains<br />our spirit's gone, our breaths remain abated<br /><br />my soul's been scraped, upon my thoughts' been grated<br />his blood powdered, mixed with my tears, i'm stained<br />that Scythe has rent my heart, i'm penetrated<br /><br />and as grief's torments whip my heart striated<br />all joy swirls round and round a filthy drain<br />our spirit's gone, our breaths remain abated<br /><br />i frame my memories,they're venerated<br />as cries repeat in minor key refrains<br />that Scythe has rent my heart, i'm penetrated<br />our spirit's gone, our breaths remain abated<br /><br />(C)2010, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-43381344621770768452010-02-19T20:11:00.005-05:002010-02-19T20:16:54.752-05:00Heartburni've searched the world but there is not a cure<br />
to end the suffering that tortures me<br />
my life is burning to a char for sure<br />
<br />
i'll burn until no more i can endure<br />
and slither to the bottom of the sea<br />
i've searched the world but there is not a cure<br />
<br />
a heartburn sears my heart for ever more<br />
this dragon i've become is all i see<br />
my life is burning to a char for sure<br />
<br />
with flaming breath i singe the wooden door<br />
a broken heart has splintered all of me<br />
i've searched the world but there is not a cure<br />
<br />
just one small grave like his i am assured<br />
i scream and burn my lips, i cannot flee<br />
my life is burning to a char for sure<br />
<br />
untainted by a mix this pain is pure<br />
unrivaled by a similarity<br />
i've searched the world but there is not a cure<br />
my life is burning to a char for sure<br />
<br />
(C)2010, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735699693175192547.post-71629580600944955652010-02-18T20:28:00.007-05:002010-02-18T20:34:47.856-05:00for years he tried to share his past with mefor years he tried to share his past with me<br />
yet i rejected it for fleeting things<br />
he's old, his past is now a memory<br />
<br />
he showed me life back then so frequently<br />
with all the joy that such recalling brings<br />
for years he tried to share his past with me<br />
<br />
today he hardly says a word to me<br />
of bygone days' most beauty-filled old things<br />
he's old, his past is now a memory<br />
<br />
i now have left behind the things that flee<br />
appreciate the old like golden rings<br />
for years he tried to share his past with me<br />
<br />
he sees my change and wonders curiously<br />
why I would care how great old timers sing<br />
he's old, his past is now a memory<br />
<br />
he's grown apart from what he used to be<br />
now who's to say whose eyes now feel more sting<br />
for years he tried to share his past with me<br />
he's old, his past is now a memory<br />
<br />
(C)2010, Christos RigakosUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0