She was eating fish, evidently relishing every bit,
         but with some haste.
  He sat with a bottle of wine
              so relaxed,
         seemed exploring
     something lost in mind.



                                             Now, her plate is full of bones,
                                                   artistically placed,
                                             his conversations with wine,
                                                     goes unabated,
                                                 *he is certainly marooned in an island.

A wishing well,
Old pennies thrown in,
New,
Brilliant,
Shining,
They shall be yours again.

The vapor trails across the starry sky,
they seem to span the universe but they
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.

Like rainbow's end, if only there could I
locate that *** of gold, I'd surely spray
the vapor trails across the starry sky,

to find again the one for whom I cry,
yet always hopeful dreams in words I say
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.

Without a *** of gold, or any prize,
the floating road may yet still lead the way.
Oh, vapor trails across the starry sky,

if I could follow, would you be close by
to my brother? My mind, now gone astray,
misleads my aching heart, my searching eye.

Now as I stare above, with blurring eyes,
night winds have blown the vapor trails away.
The vapor trails across the starry sky,
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos

Running Away
Can seem easy
Running Away
Can seem like
The best option
It can feel like
Running away
Is the only sane option
The only thing
That seems right
There are times
When we must face
Fight, and battle
Your inner demons
Fight not flight
Fighting against
Injustices
That happen
Everyday
Fight for peace
Fight for love
Fight for life
We have to be
Willing to fight
The only thing
We should never fight
Is ourselves
It can be easy
To fight ourselves
While running
From the world
It should be the opposite
We should be
Embracing ourselves
And fighting
For the people
And a world
That needs
Fighting for
Everyday

She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me
She loves me not
She loves me not
She loves me not
It always comes back to this
Affection from afar
One sided, hidden
Longing infecting my every thought
Every moment, every action
Defined by the ultimate question
What if?

What if, she did love me
How would things be
Nights together under the stars, secrets swapped like treasures
Or how it usually is
Cold
Empty
Painful
I don't search for an answer to What if
Because I am afraid to find out

Living Free
Can be as easy
As breathing
Taking in
Each life
Giving
Breathe
Be awake
Experience
Each moment
Breathe
Take the time
To truly
Experience
The joy
Of living
The joy
Of life
Stop
Breathe
Listen
To that
Voice
Inside
Breathe in
Breathe out
Don't forget
To take the
Time to truly
Breathe
Breathing in
Everything good
That is sustaining
That is of life
And letting out
All of the pain
The hurt
Everything
That keeps
You from
Living free

Know this.
If love ends.
That will be a sad feeling.
No more heart.
That knows the way to give.

Believe this.
If love ends.
There will be a sad, sad heart.
One simply torn apart.

What's given in realness?
Wants to truly be accepted.
If it's abused.
Then it will feel used.

I stand by truth.
If loves ends.
It will be a sad depressing feeling.

So I'm voting for it to stay.
I wouldn't want it any other way.