give me peace, from matters.
I always answer: better than A wind from the pine-trees
And bright with the mountain moon.
ask about good and evil
Hark, there's a fisherman singing!
(Blackout of Answering Vice-Prefect Zhang by Wang Wei)
The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
Forces of good and evil, are all around, they work to dominate and take all.
All of our life, all that we love, forces of good and evil work to dominate our life.
Life forces we pray that all of our life is good and makes us be okay, we love life and love God, we lift prayers for protection in our life.
Forces of evil, are present in our lifes, we read about the evil that harms, that corrupts, that makes us live in a lowly and depressing life.
Forces of good, make us feel high with positive vibes, lifting us to a state of feeling good inside, like a sunny day, we feel warm and cozy in our good loving state.
Life forces we pray that all of our life is good and makes us be okay, we love life and love God, we lift prayers for protection in our life.
We recognize the forces that surround our life, we ask God and all of the angels to protect us from negative and evil in our life, may we walk in peace and love all the days of our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Old prune face..Geeze what a boat race.'
Talking (a piece?) It aint great ! In fact it
Shore grates. He kalidoscopes the living
Hell pontificating, on what should gel.?
He has a plan.' Well what is new.? Not this
G O A T of evil...I'd warrant that one thing is very true
The free press is free
Unless it says something wrong
Then it is not free
* * *
He read the whole terms
He agreed to sell his soul
The font was too small
* * *
War is on the news
The anchors all wear nice suits
We change the channel
damaged narcissist
disdain for people
creates turmoil
plays with emotions
manipulator
puppet master
hyper selfish
liar, cheater
all about him
number one
conniving
evil tricks
scumbag
*******
mean
We see them drop the bombs, hear them boast of victory,
It's time to raise our voices, do not forget your history!
We see cities wreathed in flame, children choking in the haze,
We hear the bullets fall like rain, lives destroyed beneath cruel gaze.
"We are God's chosen!" I hear them cry, but can't forget the empty eyes,
The soulless laughter of evil deeds, when will humanity finally rise?
Soldiers laugh and mock the dying, while parents grieve a child lost,
If you have never suffered, how can you know the cost?
How can we bear to watch, but we cannot look away, For the cruelties of next year, began in steps today.
Cry for the sorrows of our brothers, for the blood that stains our hands,
Cry out for Justice here and now, across every nation's lands!
Do not protect the wealthy, make them stand before our courts!
They defy our laws and mock us, so let Justice run it's course!
It is time to take accounting, for what each of them has done!
Hold them all responsible, let them now face the gun!
Until every human is free, we are all of us enslaved!
Somewhere between the god and demon rift
I staggered on the edge of reason’s drift
As silence fell upon a sightless soul
I sat within a darkness none should know
Had I not shared my sandwich with a child
Held the trembling hands of those beguiled
By the preachers and the poachers Ponzi schemes
As tears fell on the embers of their dreams
Now echoless the empty chambers cringe
Soft organs overwhelmed by endless sins
That dance within the shadow of life’s needs
To fill its vacancy with ancient creeds
The preacher a mystery weaving fraud
That serves a lost and needy demon god
No protection from Evil is surer than God's impenetrable shield of faith.
Demetrios Trifiatis
26 September 2026
In a time before the Eukaryote cell
Simple cells floated, and all was well
A garden of Eden in blissful flotation
Then innocence lost, onset of predation.
Big Bacteria attacked the small who were closest
Protists engulfed prey with phagocytosis.
Then plants arose, and to eat them, herbivores
Those herbivores got as big as a Brachiosaur.
Dinosaurs became birds by evolution
Hawks and Eagles were nature's solution.
They ate small mammals, natural balance.
No garden of Eden for a squirrel in the talons.
Herbivorous wombats became Marsupial lions.
A wolf marsupial evolved, such weirdness in science:
Looked just like one, evolved in same way
We think that in packs it ran down its prey.
Why can't nature leave its offspring alone?
Why endless fear, a danger zone?
Why must the predator evolve from the prey?
Can't we all get along, before judgement day?
In predation at least, there's no ill will
Some predator is hungry, wants to eat his fill
Intraspecies is where most evil arises
Home Sapiens specifically give us surprises.
Look at the nastiness once out of the garden
Nature should beg us for pardon.
Feeding orphans! We witnessed this in Palestine every day for years!
Who have killed the fathers and mothers of these orphans for many years?
The hypocrite when speaks, lies; when entrusted, betrays; he breaks his word.
The Tenant
I gave the darkness horns so I could point at it.
I gave it a face that was not mine,
a throne outside the skull,
a name to curse when the night went wrong.
But look at where it sits:
inside the gold curve of my own head,
close enough to whisper,
one clawed hand cupped over the eye
that would have shown me everything.
It never crept in from outside.
I fed it here. I called it enemy
so I would never have to call it mine.
Every blame I handed off to hell
came back by morning, wearing my voice,
the same old flattery, the same old fear,
the same small pride that could not bear
to be the one who did it.
The eye keeps burning through its fingers.
It has always been open.
It only asks that I stop looking away.
So let the horns come off.
Let the mask slide down to a mirror.
The thing I feared was never at the gate.
It was the hand that wrote the story of the gate
and sat here all along, still holding the pen.
To sunless blinding gloom of devil,
And wrapped in dark shadows of evil,
The soulless void of faith
Would sure befall ‘pon death---
Those that in ego’s spell their soul kill. || 3 ||
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Translations | 03.09.2026 | dark, death, evil, faith, Rhyming Quintain
Note: This verse says, do not kill your soul, the atman, or else, …Bhagavad-Gita also says: uddharet atmana atmanam, na atmanam avasadayet... Lift up your soul by yourself, never thwart it. He’s your friend and foe depending on how you treat it.
There is wealth of wisdom in ancient Sanskrit texts . This series on Jewels from Upanishads covers selected verses from various Upanishads of which there are as many as 120. We select a few verses only the major ones, beginning with Ishaa Vaasyam. The translation here is not verbatim but freely done. The transliteration of the verse follows. Alas I have to remove all the transliteration symbols.
asuryah nama te lokah
andhena tamasa-avrtah |
tan te pretya abhi-gachchanti
ye ke cha atma-hanah janah || 3 ||
The word a-suryah means sunless, if spelled asuryah, it would mean barbaric or evil.
TRUMP IS HITLER’S GHOST
CRUELTY THEY BOTH CAN BOAST
BOTH END UP AS TOAST
The lips of deception, Evil's verses recite, mimicking the voice of angels.
Demetrios Trifiatis
19 September 2026
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