A thief, a murderer, an arsonist
Before all these I was someone’s child
An embezzler, a liar, a con artist
Before all this I had big hopes and plans
Yes I did it
That I don't deny
But what gives you the right to decide
If I'm worthy of my life
Pretenders are worse than murderers
Yet you sit so highly on your horse
Perched pretty on your saddle
I, not worthy of the scum on your sole
Throw stones and leave me for dead
Like you've done so many others
What goes around comes around
Soon it'll be your glass house
There goes the bell
It's time for the daily head check
Let's see how many of the ones you condemned
Have found their way to death
Categories:
condemned, anger, corruption, death, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
In this solitude cold morning,
I see you in stripe.
With umbrella atop your head
And a pocketful of your hand,
You walk gracefully with filmed legs.
My two eyes were deep and mumble
My skin was warm against the cold wind.
Then, you're nearing towards me
I just look to the horizon
When you smile.
Time, you're passing by
I just close my eyes and imagine,
That my eyes condemned by my heart.
Categories:
condemned, happiness, humor, life, literature,
Form: Free verse
Mother Nature’s tears
No way to treat a Lady
Eviction Notice
Home sweet home melodrama
For Rent: Planet Earth-needs work
(Addendum: Humans need not apply.)
Categories:
condemned, abuse, corruption, eulogy, planet,
Form: Tanka
I felt like I could be eternally grateful forever.
But really that promise to be grateful was a curse.
Those tears that used to be innocent-
Now make me feel like I deserve to be condemned.
The more I wait graciously-
The more I rule out solutions.
It feels like I was given a second chance at one point.
But I thought I didn’t need it.
So that I can spend the rest of my life wondering…
Categories:
condemned, angst,
Form: Free verse
There is some part of me that is still capable.
There is some part of me that is still coherent.
He says I can leave and be done.
I’ll be in agony if I go home.
He says they will keep me comfortable here.
I don't know- I am not a doctor.
There is some part of me that is desperate.
There is some part of me that is condemned.
Categories:
condemned, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
The Pharisees vengeance,
unleashing again
To kill a ‘false’ prophet,
their fear redescends
The cross is made ready,
like ages before
The nails though still rusty,
hammer deep and secure
Their memories short sighted,
rejecting the fact
The last one they crucified…
alive and intact
A new Resurrection
they’re about to ensure
Through hatred and envy
—damnation procured
(For Sister Marcella: January, 2021)
Categories:
condemned, abuse,
Form: Rhyme
A simple message Ma'am,
God loves you.
"Yes," she says, "I know."
Yet tears begin to flow.
How wicked is that plan
That condemns a man to God
And also God to man.
That condemnation does not cease,
And so often false believed,
Robs us of all heaven's peace.
Categories:
condemned, christian,
Form: Rhyme
The Spirit of Truth deeply hurts and wounds a sinner exposed
universal facts none of us are perfect to be honest
the union between man and woman
strictly this is the only marriage God has ordained
Those of you that support anything other
stand against Christianity and the Cross
the plank in your eyes splinters with arrogance
Abortionists kill the innocent seed of creation
murderers of life cry victim
claiming to care about equality and loving an individual's right to choose
In the face of horror their soul's are deluded
this pick and mix culture has turned against the commandments
those of our Almighty Father
Everything about them promotes hate and division
every heart has value when it supports Jesus's words
Love one another as I have Loved you
Deceivers always show little mercy playing tricks
when it comes to hate attacking the Bible
then again so many lukewarm Christian's are on a fast track to hell
they do not know their Faith blindly heading towards the fire
The Word of God is Supreme Authority and Divine Justice
He takes no prisoners or pleasure in condemning on Judgement day
Categories:
condemned, christian, death, faith, god,
Form: Dramatic Verse
To guard the dreaded secrets of his tomb
I bid the smiling stoic stay away
this twisted fallacy - this silent womb
can know no peace while evil has its way
No hope can ever blow against its face
fan the smoldering embers of its eyes
nor gentle touch its ugliness retrace
for even evil whimpers as it dies
Forgive the fiend release it to the wind
tear out the evil claws that hold you still
deny the scars the pain that will not end.
I cannot for evil is evil’s will
Condemned is he, for I shan’t let him free
Condemned am I, for he is part of me
©8/22/2018
Categories:
condemned, evil,
Form: Sonnet
Truth always has a platform relevant to this subject soul highlighted
maybe the clue is held under a separate body who's lost their direction
certainly not I playing the uterus card says you whom begs to differ
This heart is perfectly balanced in the bridge that has already been built
the only person loosing a life here in this ugly argument shaped by you
Is that of an innocent child where basic humane rights have been removed
Along with democracy this crushing babies heads bringing in serial killers
ripping them to pieces where the silent screams of agony go unheard
for justice sake to play its proper role to do what is naturally right and just
beginning at the root of an upside down tree of life
Categories:
condemned, abortion, abuse, animal, atheist,
Form: Free verse
where the condemned house
used to be
daffodils still bloom
Categories:
condemned, nature,
Form: Haiku
condemned by heavens are all those who contribute to the misery of others!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 January 2018
Categories:
condemned, grief, happiness, heaven,
Form: Monoku
Ever more alone than this
No creature life to tease my eyes
Mornings roach long gone to freedom
Hands ice cold on cell block bed-rim
Ever more alone than this
Invasive sound intense in meaning
Stark distanced clang of high tensile steel
Bitter requiem, my poor mans bell chime
Ever more alone than this
Copper mouth of fear, stark marker
To thickened tongue, for no good reason
Behind lips as dry as perished rubber
Ever more alone than this
Cloyed aura of human bucket smells
Chilling reminder of my frail mortality
On mucous membranes condemned to death
Intense unbidden claw of fear now rising
To clutch a heart to late for hope
Never more alone than this
Categories:
condemned, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Upon Somber Gallows Stands The Condemned
Upon somber gallows stands the condemned,
anxious crowd slobbering for his demise.
Preacher and faithful begin bible hymn
concerning fools not clever, swift or wise.
There dancing spirits castigating him,
this lone, dejected and now shaking thief.
His dark, haunting past now so very dim
bereft of all hope and steeped in deep grief.
Beelzebub stands there with wicked grin,
to welcome home the coming of the fruits.
His harvest dark and heaped over in sin,
crowd crying loud to see his swinging boots!
Soon darkness will bring on its last release,
as stiff rope snaps into a sudden drop.
Deadly correction makes this lost soul cease,
when his life and time will forever stop!
Gallows true, having done their cheerful deed,
crowd lurches forth in a collective swoon.
Beelzebub, gathers fruit of his seed
and reaps happy crowd's dark joy as a boon!
7-05-2017
Categories:
condemned, dark, death, fear, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
I seem troubled by many questions regarding
this existence and it's purpose that enriches or impoverishes lives;
from joyful birth to dreary death one goes rambling
through phases either happy or sad that cling to the cortex of memory;
and whenever loneliness revives them with images,
one thought comes to mind: we are constantly wrestling with destiny.
Why are we condemned to die, knowing no love, only hate...
destroying whatever is beautiful with no greatness to achieve?
Why was death cast upon us? These rebellious minds must percieve
another reason why God gave us the good laws we shoudn't forsake.
Even happiness is a concept not easily realized, it can be achieved
with deceiving schemes; it'll be delusional and too short-lived.
There's a false Heaven we see through a telescope of allusion:
it's promised by Satan doing what is wrong to defy God's intention.
Why are we condemned to die? Doesn't this thought frighten
us thinking of life's briefness and the time we are given?
Why do we resent holiness? Do believers have a scope?
It's their faith and trust in God: two reasons for hope!
Written on 4/8/2017
Categories:
condemned, conflict, death, faith, god,
Form: Rhyme
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