Best Rasa Poems

black and white photos
 with no black
  they're blank
	i blinked
  and banked
my book
      would not
     be a 
  blanc album
      record
  of a full life
  ...

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Page upon daunting page;
Chaste white awaiting impression.
A vast archive, consisting only
Of untold stories,
And unsung songs.

From blank to blemished,
Vision must fill the void.
Meaning is born to idealism,
And to intellect.
Conception is the key.

Emaciation is only cured
When emancipation takes place.
Endless possibilites are written, 
Upon the blank slate.
Emptiness evokes...

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A mind born, clear, clean, free without
restriction, obligation, responsibility.
A mind nourished, taught what it will surely be,
taught of my environments, my person,
my personalities and is molded, a duplicate of me.
Along life’s way. a happening, a melding
comes knocking at the door of the mind
that is clear,...

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I'm me, in me, I'm Tabula, in mental corrode
Desiring to be nurtured, to see my future road
I'm me, in me, I'm fragments of where I should be
My names Tabula Rasa Flux, and I should flow so free

I've touched the stone, now I await through the...

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I got my pen and paper after a quizzical ride 
I tried to squeeze my mind and set some work aside 
But nothing, nothing really effuses 
Not a single word fluidly oozes 
Weary as I slept not in yesternight 
Rummaging o'er jungles of paper stretched...

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It’s the awkward pause when I draw a blank.
All the dreams I can’t recall.
And those whispered tender mercies 
That don’t echo down the hall.

It’s the lack of depth to the story’s plot;
Not much drama after all these years.
It’s the empty stare when I hear a...

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Alone, she wanders in the trees
Breezes passing back and forth
Rustling leaves swirl into storms
And rain down on the forest in an endless effervescence

She lets the wind flit through her hair
The air blows through her breath like new intention
She's all too aware
Of how she cannot care...

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Setting ground rules
Mind tabulates
Sorting rocks from emeralds
One day the sky breaks-
Tabula rasa!...

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No, my child,

our soul is not a " tabula rasa" as some men of

learning want to make us believe


for


our Lord  has

written on her volumes of His wisdom, that life's

experience, helps us to retrieve!









© Demetrios Trifiatis
    27 January 2020


* Tabula rasa is...

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tabula rasa


when a child has no memory
one can say clean slates, after a few days they pick up
the basic like crying when hungry
from there on we fill the baby  with what we know
a knowledge handed down from our parents, and the child
when it learns...

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This house is empty
without you
though you've never been
here to fill it.
I thought it would help
to find a place
you have never touched. 
But all I am has 
been touched 
by you and there is
nowhere to go. 
How can laughter echo 
through a place
it has never sounded?...

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   monotonous
pulsating
   perceptions
of
formal
    coherence
in
open-ended
    fantastical
            fragments
in
the hinterlands
of
ambivalence

gaps
   hiatus
     lacunae
errors
&contradictons
      discarded
then
   ...

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Children understand children
no one else can.
Adults are not equipped with that
spotless white board
that none have written upon.

A bear cub knows it is protected
if knows nothing more.
Its mother must teach it,
mold it into into a creature
that can fight its way through
the hard shell
of this cracked world.

Instruction...

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We are born we are consciou, we do not possess mind 
Mind is a work in progress of life. 
It builds through the days of experiencial time 
conscious’s right there, right there so sublime
Tabula rasa not more then a lie
A misunderstanding of conscious and mind....

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Ode for a Fortunate Infant

Newborn: 
  Smacked and 
    Screaming —
 Hardly more than a new fact,
    A statistic
Already forgetting
    The crush into Becoming.
This “tabula rasa,” 
Kicking and flailing,
Not yet swaddled or cradled,
Held only by...

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