A blasphemer, I am not, my Lord,
And
A blasphemer, I shall never be,
However,
On my knees, I, Your ignorant servant, humbly dare ask:
"Why do You, my heavenly Father, allow,
Your magnificent edifice of luminous Love,
to be, constantly, overshadowed,
by
the grotesque constructions,
of
obscure hate?"
Demetrios Trifiatis
06 August 2026
You, the great blasphemer, did snort
“I will be Christ. I will be the Most High
Above the fifty stars and courts
Above every deity of the sky”
Worshiping the idol of forts
With gold and silver, but with no ally
O orange morning star… O Don
You will be brought down alive
By Life, the daughter of Wisdom
To where no rose can grow and strive
With no oak tree to rest upon
With no eagle to arrive
Trampling you underfoot
Generations will think
“Is this that man who put
The whole earth on the brink
Turned his kingdom to soot
Killed liberty in a blink”
(Influenced by Isaiah 14:12-17)
Dear beloved I adore you as no one else
You are me in every way we are one
When I am happy I am thinking about you
When I am sad I am worried about you
Often I am thinking of you every day
Mostly knowing you exist is enough
My every prayer is that you and your world is blessed
May every being that lives under the same sky as you be blessed
I recall knowing you in my earliest memories
You were my girl friend before I even knew I existed
it was automatic to include you in everything in my life
You are my universe how special you are to me
I remember before I was created He existed
He has planned my life every second of it before he created me
I believe in him and all he has planned for me
One light in my life was you K
I will be fine all of my life knowing Jesus Loves me and has great plans for me
He and I are One and I and His father are one
To The World I am forever a heretic a Blasphemer to them all
To Him I am his best friend Patrick ORourke
She is my every Dream in every life
My Diamond of Czechia
Tympani, thy tyranny.
Prisoner of the noise:
Soulless is this symphony!
Deepen, O my ploys!
Tangled in an oak tree s roots?
Tide rushing in fast?
Succor, sailors? Little boots!
Life preserver, cast!
Where do pining poems go?
Carrion, feed thy crow.
All lost souls to heaven go?
Hell, thy rows to hoe.
Blessed are the blasphemers?
Not entirely, sir.
How the hungry tiger purrs!
Vision, now to blur!
Old diner, thy jukebox.
Play simple tunes for folk.
O Elysian fields, thy phlox.
Dinosaur egg, yolk.
But, in times of warning?
The panic bell is best.
Sweaters wool, thy darning.
Pirate treasure, thy chest.
Sorted out? Without a doubt.
World unfriendly, be.
Cursed demons, give a shout.
Sunken in the sea.
Hope, be with the poet!
Grant shelter to the bard!
Otherwise, you know it!
Fry deeply, O my lard...
with eyes averted in graceful melancholy
what joy could be left not in belief
in new territory aweless with stale miracle
pond tossed stone rings ripple and die
obstinate and prolonged no going back
less new territory than new humility
once determined that the future is invention
we know not what the future will bring
other than by the offices of retrocalculation
subjective qualia gurgitated as analysis
what do I need in my head right now
to get the existence tax man off my back
forced to speak in a bland manner
to avoid the assassin just outside my door
because I have a face similar to others
which is apparently not impossible
yet a cause for some embarrassment
amongst the landfill intelligentsia
still capable of roundups and gassings
burning inquiries in a dark broaching sea
so dark all which is known is of no use
and one necessarily waits for nothing new
another boring accumulation of mystery
its inestimable charm pulls you off balance
a necklace of kisses from the blasphemer
offering your suffering ambivalence
nothing less than the tools of discovery
Khadim Rizvi preaches gore
To his followers rioting in Lahore
He, wears lipstick and ladies dresses
His followers had lobotomies on dirty floors
They wish to murder a young girl of faith
for perceived insults to their petite virility
oh how merciful are these gang of monkeys
oh how merciful are these hateful devils
Rizvi is seen wearing red woman's shoes
Proof the prophet sends blood to his toes
His heart now a ticking time bomb
With justice, his beheading, then he be gone
Merciful these fanatics surely are not
Asia Bibi, your Muslim sisters shaking their heads
their burkas fall off, in disgust and in dread
Any woman of God, knows right and fears hate
Khadim is dim, Allah forgive his hate
but take his head, and his followers too
Open the bloody gate
Devils all, suffer your own fate
A once insolent blasphemer and a violent man
Strung together under inspiration three words
And with ease began a new sentence
“Forgetting the past …”
Fluent words which flow so freely
In a sentence
Are impeded off the page
Hampered and hindered by a harrowed heart
A product of voices and choices
Hooks that hold however have to yield
In time their greed and gluttony
For tomorrow will soon become today
And be remembered only as yesterday
“Forgetting the past …”
Is where it begins
“And looking forward …”
Is where it will end
(Philippians 3: 13)
The darkness is coming
It’s coming for all of you
You can’t play from it, it will seek you out
The fiends translucent complexion, its skin is so thin
Thin enough that the black liquid within its veins are seeping out
Dripping to the corroded floor, eating straight through
It will sense your trepidation and drag itself and its blade to you
Consume your core and aura till all that’s left is forsaken fear
Wondering the darkness for eternity, becoming one of them
Then you will have maternity of the devil
Evil spewing from his heart, infecting his veins
He is coming for you
Breathing death and thriving on others fear
A walking dead and mere satanic existence
Hungry for human life form
Wandering decaying dorms which once served a purpose
The metal blade screams along the floor boards
Becoming the darkness, its in you
Insane deformed creatures conjured by blasphemer mentality
Wander this town, it’s corridors, walls with blood written notes
Screeching through twisted throats
This small world sitting in constant thick fog
What was once familiar is now stained with devils blood
You had better hide now
It’s coming for you, It’s ready to kill
Welcome to Silent Hill.
I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?
I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?
There’s knives protruding from your eyes
The eyes I know are dead
The blasphemer you are will reveal where your body lies
Beneath your core of lead
I found you among the disposables
Wishing for my end
I blasphemed you and you just gave back
My pencils burning with lead
I screamed as you pierced through me
I felt it in my soul!
But I’m to blame for this masterpiece
I sharpened you with gold!
The shavings fall upon the ground
And still this dream moves on
Pierced, I fall without a sound
Until the break of dawn
I, the sleeper and dreamer
Am still pierced to this day
So I hand the pencil sharpener to you
And pray you’ll be with me
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