FAITH, HOPE AND CHARITY
Who cometh these shores
On dusk's dark tide
Tis Hope I know
With Faith she rides
Along Charity's blame
The unfortunate poor
A coin with her name
And a promise of more
On whip bitten flesh
Bridal and bit
Their equine mounts
Silent and swift
Muzzles sheen wet
Steam pistons pour
Muscles bleed sweat
These engines of war
My candles are lit
Prayers offered
Take flight
My back to the door
My door to the night
The doubt
Which I spilled
Now it has dried
Words how I wish
I never did write
Sympathy scorned
Love's ember bright
My ink
So I poured
On God's given rite
A blasphemous sin
Committed at whim
I painted their names
Their nearest of kin
Innocent all
All had their price
A bounty of gold
And silver paid twice
When my mother took her final breath,
something inside me forgot how to breathe. She left this world, and I've never fully returned to it. The day her heart fell silent, mine began breaking — unendlessly, without pause. When her eyes closed for the last time, mine opened to a waking nightmare that I'm incapable of escaping from.
Living without her is not living — it is dying,
slowly, cruelly, breath-by-breath. She died once, but I die in fragments — every time I remember she's not coming back. To the world, only one soul vanished, but in losing her I lost the remaining threads between myself and living.
As she exhaled her last breath, I lost the
ability to catch mine. Her absence is not quiet — it is a scream stitched into every second, swelling louder the harder I try to turn away, until even a blasphemous silence rings so loud it becomes deafening. Though her body is gone, my soul fissured alongside hers, torn into a grief no time will ever mend.
I walk through this life hollowed. Haunted.
Not living; not dead. Just waiting for the moment I can finally follow her into the dark and come home.
(August 31st, 2025)
A Soul besmirched of its might;
Pummeled into the abyss,
A disconsolate plight;
Left with void, with butchered bliss,
Ostracized, by its own allies;
For now their fidelity surely dallies;
Oh! The revered one, what lures me behind
Show me the path, I shall grind
Forbade my blasphemous thoughts,
Reverberate my echo, to a thousand knots!
Once a connoisseur, with grandeur and glory
Now, an abdicator with a story
This paralyzing dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume
seductive eidolon, her stare flirtatious
phantoms in the shadows of my tomb
I don’t believe I’m here to battle
demons, I’m here to keep them
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s Heaven’s skies, raise and
teach them about Heaven’s signs
Is it sacrilegious and blasphemous
or the way God would treat
Creation?
† † †
† † † †
Kahleah prayed I rose from a lala,
prayed I grant her wishes and
replace her father, prayed on
my soul like Kikyo, prayed I
upgrade her to a Mercedes;
she’s tired of her Impala
I preyed on her conflict, preyed
on her lack of confidence, preyed
on her weakness, then created
Wonders
I warmed her silver
winter tundra in golden
orbs, spun slender
springs and softer
summers, now her
guard’s falling with
her brazier, is there
a posture in her
posture, can I trust
the feelings that she
fosters?
Still lost-
Even more than Alice
Can't seem to find a way out this
All i been searching for is happiness
But each way I try is disastrous
Playin different characters like an actress
I've worn a mask for so long
Been everyone bt me
No need to practice
All I've done my whole life is pray
Just to get past this
This whole world is plastic
Every where I look
People either holding donation baskets
Or overflowin caskets
Ain't no way I can stay calm
The sht way too blasphemous
Every breath I take is cancerous
Tryna figure out what kinda trance this is
Or if I'm almost out of my dwindling chances
Monstrous faith,
Blasphemous state,
Cursed to a Lazarous fate.
Phoenix ashes tracing a Brownian route,
Genie dances with an ambient view.
Casting spells where destiny brews,
Crafting cells where reason skews.
Factual sprawls as time distorts,
Actual flaws that time contorts.
A paradox script the cosmos writes,
A Faraday cage,our fate locked tight.
Mourn not till the embers fade,
Till the blasphemous time forces us on our way.
Mourn not what is dying
But treasure instead what it created.
Listen to how the gulls cry;
They don’t mourn for our passing.
The littering fragments we left behind
Will continue to rise and fall with the wind,
Dance and rejoice in the ringing bells.
Exhale.
Feel the tender breeze soften around us
Like falling feathers and marshmallows.
May our muddied footprints be forever plastered onto the path,
A deposit of completed childhoods.
How long ago were we last showered in gold or mahogany?
Last felt the tendrils of snow melting on our hands?
We could’ve never known that that was it.
The final time.
The final pen stroke on our final essay.
Overhead a helicopter cuts nonchalantly through the air,
Oblivious to the smouldering fires beneath
But till the embers fade to ash,
Memories will rejuvenate the flames.
If demons had wings they'd find they're way to her heart,
It's a blasphemous affair
She's white linen fabric and I,a pitiable being
Our differences make us beautiful creatures
These are the forbidden thoughts I have of her...
Her father has purchased crutches for the man who is to champion her chambers,
I care less, at this point I died when she grabbed my breath only to give it to me after she exited the room,
Lately my sheets wake up to a fragrance of hope,
A taste perhaps.... It's like she visited tonight
And I tasted her in my dreams...
This is beyond sorcery,complete addiction
She's nicotine and tar, Gin and olives...
The thought of her has me stumbling to the memory of our first date,
As I looked in her eyes and she conversed of her deepest insecurities...
Ice cream dates are great but on this one I left the kiosk with a melted heart.
At this point i can't listen to advise....there's no reasoning with a man feeling love
And when we last touched I licked my fingers
This level of lust is disgusting!
Hideous heathen heretic!
Dangerous deadly derelict!
Blasphemous bellowing bunk!
Scandalous scheming skunk!
Rambunctious riotous rascal!
Devious as Eddie Haskell!
Cancerous countywide curse!
That's ok, I've been called worse.
As surging frustrations
prey on neglected hearts
and jaded minds,
washing away the
resistance with
blasphemous tears,
trickling down upon
suppressed fears;
I choose myself
above all wounds
and wicked souls with
nefarious intentions,
whilst drifting
towards pains of
hidden crossroads,
paired with
stars of clarity,
guiding me away from
repetitive galaxies
bursting with
sunken astral clusters,
aligned in a
black hole of apathy.
When communication
drowns down, with
comprehension wasted—
near or far—
struck by sinful scribes of an
ominous silhouette
seeking redemption,
yet upon a star-crossed fate,
I find beauty fraying at the edges,
expelled by brimming hostility.
Sinister memories of yesterday,
shape shifts hearts into
strangers in disguise,
breathing in discontent,
purging the hate that
burns deep into my
flesh and bones,
where scars—old and new,
like crestfallen stars;
drift endlessly towards
its reclusive passing.
MY APHRODITE
THOUGH I DON'T HAVE FLOWERS TO ADORN YOU
YET YOU CAPTIVATE ME ,
THOUGH I DON'T HAVE INCENSE TO PRESENT YOU
YET YOU SCENT IN ME,
THOUGH I AM A BLASPHEMOUS TO WORSHIP YOU
YET YOU MAKE ME PRIEST ,
YOU ARE MY APHRODITE ,
YOU ARE MY SHORE
I SURRENDER TO YOU ,
I AM TOTALLY YOURS
"The planted snakes are venomous!"
Warned q caller anonymous
"Anaconda size enormous!"
Their state with Death synonymous
Thus, price to pay not enormous...
And decision unanimous:
All pleas for ' Mercy Blasphemous',
None to try The Eponymous
Named he had Twelve Thousand Dollars,
Necks causing to wet starched collars
Planted snakes for easy money:
When cops soon breezed in, not funny
A losing struggle over his life,
Cancer to make no mistake
Of a blunt knife;
Its image takes as The-At-Stake
And the ongoing struggle Stark Strife!
A death helped by a Hurrying Disease
Lewis’ blasphemous anger at his unease:
“Then, God does endorse The Sadism
Worse than Unholy Nudism”.
A bitter quitting of Britain for a discarded village
And helpless reoccupation of a farm ridge:
A final instruction to close friends
About his preferred casket
Curses raining on friends-turned-fiends,
Who some other choose at the market.
" Oh, you thoughtless and egotistic creatures that
call yourselves humans.
You, who are daily complaining of the floods that
inundate, your lands, your cities, your streets, and
your homes.
Have you not yet understood that all this water is
nothing else but my tears caused by the pain
inflicted by your blasphemous and barbaric ways upon
my once fertile and pristine face? "
Thus spoke Mother Earth and then released her tears!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 February 2022
I was the only pallbearer at God's funeral
I dragged the casket the last 25 yards
They served Deviled Eggs and Devil's Food Cake.
The Christians brought
Mogen David wine
The other deity guests present
argued who should bare the blame
For allowing Nietzsche and Darwin
To spread blasphemous theories
Causing worshippers to question their faith
Jesus couldn't have cared less
Considered to be a prodigal son
he was busy cheating Catholics at Bingo
Acting like a false prophet
The Jews believed he was.
Shiva was eating his TBone steak.
Sitting alone at a table
The Entertainment was provided by The Church of Scientology
With the thetans rendition of
The Space Opera.
JSB
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