A painter's presence precedes his palpable painting.
An author is apparent by his text's acquainting.
A builder's being's believed by his building's indicator.
Creation is consistent with an existent Creator.
1/26/2021
There’s a deep burning encumbrance
Lagging within my torso
Its lacerating my soul
No explanation, ask Picasso
Occasionally, I wish I never knew you
Un-acquainting my best friend
I bind fast and then I bruise
When I feel like I’m losing you again
I can’t express it verbally
And it’s something you wouldn’t comprehend too
You have human embroideries
And what I have is you
Cognizant of your concord
You’re taking my unique one too
It was like a smack in my face
Asking me for something, I didn’t want to do
How could you not know the backwash
That cracked my benevolence
I thought we were so adjacent
Tout de suite moved my smile into spins.
No explanation, just “Picasso” the sense of my verse
I’m not devoted with love for you, I just feel demolished
Like a once colourful stained glass
Now gray and cannot be polished
We have a standing date,
today and everyday
when dawn breaks a smile.
We meet in the park
we begin to move,
acquainting ourselves
we begin to sheen.
Our blood is pulsing
feeling so g o o d!
Faster and faster,
we become more intense
sustaining
as long as we can,
until we are spent.
Dripping wet,
a tousled mess
panting
we slowly recover.
My obsession is requited for now...
tomorrow, I must have you again.
I can't live without you
I love you,
I want you,
..my daily workout.
Susan Ashley
July 22, 2017
O- Outgrowing
L- Life's
D- Destination
A- Acquainting
G- God's
E- Embrace!*
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
12 June 2016
*The original meaning of "Old" in the Greek language is
"The Privileged One" that is, privileged by life.
Thought, in its most bizarre sense
Is a loop looped over looped loops
Circumscribed and inscribed within scripts
That have conquered our soul.
When we think, do we think
What we are to?
Or what we think we are to?
Or we think what we are...
If someone has sinned
"Has she sinned?
Or is her being sinned a sin?"
If the sin had not sinned.
We don't show what we think;
Indifference in happiness
With the happiness in sorrow
Entangled with hope.
And changing emotions affect
Whether one would love others
But why they would love
If they would love love, not others.
And then while acquainting
Whether the face depicts honesty
Whether the person inside is 'white'
Whether that 'white' is a hypocrite.
Well,this was something
Thought, when thought of affects our thought
Thoughts get subdued under that thought
And we forget what we thought of
Thoughts before giving it a little thought!
In the span of stolen hours, thy lips fall silent apart from thy pupils
muttering softly, acquainting with an
astonishing creation wherefrom
created. In many respects,
could not restrain
inhaling
its intense
gold of
pleasure.
And unwilling
to exhale for
fear of lost
sight of creators
treasure. Thy lips
drew near, prevailing upon thy pupils;
transcending and transitioning to that wherefrom
created within the inner sanctum, time and time again...surreptitiously.
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
08-21-2013
War, facing down the earth to tithe
its quantities of youth, its mirth, its stride!
Does take the best, while blinking satisfied,
the soul resolve of faith becomes deride.
My love then, do we fight to focus mew
acquainting how we fare, in strength's adieu.
I say the more, begone - the less of you
still lancing, yet still live for thy own view.
Which fares the better, love or war then due,
when each is turned away, without renew.
And men do leave their faith to fault anew,
while love remembers hope in peace's askew!
Some binding must remain, to see it through
the course in thee, so blinding with no clue.
Thee leave, but love not haltingly review
where waiting stood its choice, but loving you!
The grace to change for good, benigns a draft -
War, by tradition bends ... then breaks the shaft!