hey you- you forgot
the dagger left in my heart
when you said goodbye
When blackest night of yesterdays doth creep,
And grief's cold dagger twists within the breast,
Depression's leaden chains forbid all sleep,
In tombs of past the living heart finds rest.
When anxious fires consume the trembling soul,
And phantom terrors of the days unborn
Like howling tempests rack the mind's control,
In future's void the weary spirit's torn.
Yet sweet the hour when peace at last descends,
And present's golden light doth softly shine;
No ghost of sorrow, no tomorrow rends
The quiet joy that blooms in this divine.
O mortal, break these chains of then and when--
Live thou in Now, and be made whole again.
I’m reminded of you in everything and everywhere.
You’re the coolest thing for the eyes to see.
The most beautifully crafted piece in the collection.
The harmless object when it’s inside its box.
I see you in the sharpness of everything and everywhere.
You’re the scariest thing for the heart.
The deadliest weapon for the soul.
The sharpest tool in the drawer.
Yet so small,
Still cuts so deep.
If only you were made differently.
et tu Brute with the stiff dagger
and warmblood dripping from
the betrayed hands
witness the evil spirits of Judas
lurking behind the scene
burrow underneath the quiet earth
for thirty shekels of gold
almost speaking in tongues
back and forth through the
holy windows of time
to complete the evil deeds of mankind
and through the ghost-spirit sublime
we conceive the wicked plot
to murder the Emperor King Caesar
if we shall go gently into the good night
witness the unholy act
oh what untimely death we weep
transpired through the soul
thus we gain access to liberty
towards sweet glory and fame
from all the People of Rome
and to be reflected in the
ancient mirror of time
yet whose fruit are we
to guide our hearts with
the ancient code of chivalry
now hollow out the world
thus to kill any man
upon the sweet earth with
stiff dagger in thy hands
In time the enemy lie in wait
Everything you hold back on now will never be finished
A surprise attack will come
It could be the end
So why live like there is no beginning
Life evolves you change with every season
Why not put it all out that
Everything you are
Proudly show the scars of this battle
The war is only a war if you make it that
People will hurt you
Knock your spirit down
But you can raise up
You can be the one they all remember
Even if the all is just a few
Your impact is real
Your love is felt
You are what dreams are made of
You are the source of your success
Take pride in that take care in that
Always remember to stay humble and thankful
Cause time is the dagger.
And the control is not only your own.
Pinchus'* weapon was his dagger
his dagger of peace
He stopped a plague in its tracks
with his dagger of peace
The plague had killed 24,000
who'd stooped to depravity
Until Pinchus drew out
his dagger of peace
There are times and occasions
when peace necessitates a weapon
Naivete suggests you flatter and fawn
~ I recommend you hold onto your gun
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*'Phineas' is the Anglicization of the Hebrew
name, Pinchus, the grandson of Aaron...
This poem is drawn from Numbers 25: 5-15.
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
Quote by _Constance La France
It's not always - this tearing pain occurs, yet, so often,
As though it has taken my heart on lease for its coffin;
Somewhere, in a corner, hangs this dagger. I don't know where,
I can feel the pain; I am unable to mark the tear...!
My pain is not new, nor my grief vivid; nor the tear rear,
The dagger has been hurting in some corner; pains I bear;
Unknown feelings are born and they die; tearing and wearing,
No one is seen nursing my wounds, and, for my needs, caring...!
There is, yet, some pleasantness I feel in this unseen tear,
Is it a symbol of some fine mercy beyond compare?
Unknown bleeding within is pooling many a feeling,
Amidst dagger and tear and pain and grief I feel healing...!!!
15 May 2023
Temptation is the sharpening stone of Transgression's dagger!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 November 2022
He just ran off the cliff.
The witnesses said something looked to have drove him wild.
A lady said that she saw a cloaked figure and then that figure just disappeared out of sight.
He had just been acquitted of that murder case, found not guilty at that trial.
Taken the land and the wealth of that family by some legal loopholes and lines.
The judge spoke of the past and how the case was similar to one of another time.
With the same names of people involved and the same motives and family ties.
Except one hundred years ago his ancestor walked free to a privileged life.
The other family disappeared into the destitution and poverty of that life.
Now a curse was brought upon the titled name of the demised. It’s said an invisible force would be forever watching through invisible eyes.
It’s said that if another of that family name was found innocent of their guilt by the legal powers that preside.
Justice would be served by a cloaked dagger that would strike from a distant time.
it would be nice if certainties came liquid
and don't wear a dirty robe
as the aggressive formation of the storms
or the negative balance of failed smiles.
we know what they created...
this altar of icy statues,
built with the defects called trust
and his emblematic surname pain.
the fingers that point are made of stone
and evoke hatred for our imperfection.
time absorbs all delusions,
but you don't find any of that on watches:
the filthy parade of minutes knows how to erase
the human and abstraction.
this happened with the links
that have become distance,
the passions that turned away,
the barbed wire of indifference
that surrounded the source of being and knowing.
still never talked about awards
when we came here to play.
is the dagger of certainties in our eyes
that makes the light dim nonstop.
Eagle-Rare is The Union,
All her members’ arms pinion,
Not with a from-behind arm twist
But thrills that can dare a long list …
You join her you pray to not leave,
You indiscreetly go ahead to leave,
You never cease to piteously grieve
Or emotive sighs endlessly heave.
But please, in the open say it not:
Still on her white sheet parades a blot
And lives with a touchable problem
Singularly bought her by her cultist emblem:
A pair of squinted eyes,
Whose owners’ broad smiles are lies;
And teeth that can one stagger
Farther than an Arab’s Dagger …
And Alakara isn’t bothered about it,
Wherefore many think it is her dug pit!
Man, I understand,
Many can’t falsehood withstand,
The rationale for it confusing,
And a precious idea start refusing …
But grab, I promise you the calming details;
One should know what a thing entails …
Please, it’s all about a step moving in exaggeration,
To what actually happened, a slight recreation.
Claims that the jabbing finger was a pen knife,
That luckily couldn’t claim your life:
The knife that later attacked you, a dagger,
That offered onlookers a classic stagger!
For your story I shall pay a willing dollar,
Never to adjust a regretting collar.
If for information you should press,
I belong to the Sensational Press.
In your bosom concealed, you are a fighter:
Who doesn’t a single matter take lighter;
The closest chap to you making a big mistake,
As you wouldn’t care what it‘d take
Inside your bag, some folk is about to drop dead
Like some hapless character in novels read:
A murderous slashing of his windpipe
Or a jugular discharging services of the same type.
Soon traced to you, sun handcuffed,
A strong belief you should be in a prison overstaffed;
In others a polite advice to you by the police
To go and hire a very smart lawyer
Be you Humphrey, Allen or Eunice
Or for that matter Tom Sawyer…
Unless it didn’t land –a dagger
Even bloodless angels would stagger!
Imagination
Is a double edged dagger
Makes my mind stagger
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