I once contemplated suicide,
But only if I couldn’t have you by my side,
Reading my eulogy, shedding a few tears is nothing compared to the endless ocean before my eyes, we are given this one life,
Lord will you accept my apology before I do the deed?
Will you embrace me the way I’ve left the world you’ve created for me?
will anyone miss me?
Dark blue seas I cry, if only I could fly.
These thoughts flow through my brain for lack of love, for grief, for me to escape.
Am I insane or somehow conforming to this world full of Hate.
But WAIT will this anxiety and anger be my FATE?
The chambers of my heart so empty and cold with knowledge comes understanding. This is getting old.
To let the devil win. I would never. Jesus please help me before I take this endeavor.
Forgive me now.
At your feet I bow.
I give it all to you
Because I know my promise is in You.
Categories:
contemplated, anger, anxiety, black african
Form: Rhyme
Thought About and Contemplated
Have you ever thought about and contemplated
How to many people you must become acclimated
Sit around with and eventually get used to of
Then with her nonchalantly end up falling in love.
Love is like fires that may be loud and roaring
Before putting out you should be adoring
Especially like me known as Peter Poetry Explorer
They need a category called ridiculous but don't have one.
Now which one will I have to use.
Who often has been know as a real hard corer. (Or Corpser)
And also in many, more people I must confide
My poems, they must all be taken in stride;
Rather simple, yet unusual may be my words
Who blew off into breeze as if big bunch of birds.
What a divine ending that was.
James Thomas Horn Found to be forlorn.
Categories:
contemplated, analogy, conflict, feelings,
Form: Couplet
The world is an encumbrance to some.
There are chronicles stating the worse is yet to come.
There are wars in the cosmos.
There is famine in Africa.
Eminent was Christ in the Book of Matthew.
He spoke on all things of truth.
The universe figured up and the albatross hung.
Discovery became a constellation of intelligence.
Then the scholars began to write telling of their discoveries.
Scribing was a thing placed in history.
Great was Nostradamus as a seer.
He was a physician and astrologer born in 1503.
Ether is for the birds in the sky who soars in the upper air.
The philosophers of today have insight.
The poets scribes.
One without the other makes a writer.
Rare minds perceive humankind.
They understand the realization of time past.
History is not just something to comprehend.
A rare mind interprets yesterday.
The atmosphere we enjoy.
The Heavens are beyond us to explore.
All are there to know.
Are we the people that discover new worlds?
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Penned on May 19, 2014!
Categories:
contemplated, america, bible, books, change,
Form: Verse
I CONTEMPLATED
I contemplated reality
As a spectator
And
Found no answers
I contemplated reality
As a part of it
And
Stumbled on possibilities
I contemplated reality
As a member of it
And
Faced understanding
I contemplated reality
As an agent of it
And
Discovered the path to
TRUTH!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
08 February 2013
Categories:
contemplated, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Epigram