i love to talk-
Yet, i hate the sound of my own voice
i love to speak-
Yet, Everything i say is inconsequential
Lack of substance
nothing i say changes the world
Basically meaningless
All i want to be is a Poet
Writer
Mover
Changer
Yet, i am forever still
Stagnant
Never changing
As the ocean of life tumbles around me
i am utterly alone-
Yet, all Poets are alone
Well, not alone
They are alone with theirFeelingstheirWords
The decapitating and equally enthralling Darkness
So, in retrospect
I am a Poet-
Yet, i am not surrounded by words of substance-
HOW DO I KNOW MY WORDS HAVE MEANING?
maybe questioning is my answer
maybe not
How do I know if I am a Poet
Categories:
decapitating, anxiety, conflict, confusion, deep,
Form: Free verse
Darkness stumbled as if fell
offering glimpses of hope
then with oil slick ease
it spread itself
decapitating pins of light
were my thoughts influencing the darks movements
or were my tired eyes tricked
refusing their rub
unsure of the outcome
my ears now catching rustled leaves
which seem to bend the winds will
Trembled hand reaching into the unseen
probing while shadow tendrils
seem to pull it
further into the darkness garb
Slow the thrum
that tries to break from beneath
my ribcage
breathing slower
twisting neck
hopeful of some respite
but nor a candle flicker
or a welcome homestead light
A cracking twig pulls focus
and shapeless form
in mind or eye
blend effortlessly with night
Categories:
decapitating, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Boisterous clouds are churning, roiling air-mass in warm updraft
Declaring on callous inhabitants of earth, a dark ferocious war
Manifesting malevolent force, imposing anger on spatial norms,
Conspiring with anguished winds to invigorate violent storms.
Colossal is their expanse that threatens the rise of new dawn
Offering a preview of what face of death would encompass
When enraged nature punishes humans for irresponsible acts:
Burning dirty fossil fuels, and decapitating vast forest lands.
Atmospheric inferno defies galactic harmony of equilibrium
Suppressing sun’s orange glow striving to uplift amber horizon,
Shrouding advent of nascent day to teach humanity a lesson
Collaborating with mighty oceans, stirring hurricanes and cyclones.
Overshadowed by the reckless commotion of ghastly gray,
Emerging marigold expression of ascendant tangerine daybreak
Grieves for the lost vegetation and deserted parched terrains,
Thundering a warning to foretell why the birds have already left.
March 28, 2020
Placed 1st: Gif #2 contest by William Kekaula
Categories:
decapitating, nature, storm, weather,
Form: Verse
Green currency
currently has a capital city way
of ungreening pastures,
dying waters,
spoiling mother lands,
decapitating valleys of red-flowing death,
fears of divested death,
war-torn unvictory gardens,
childhood dreams of peace
and nightmares
of capital-infested war machines,
robots,
goose-stepping soldiers
bearing automated black and white rifles,
either death or life,
you or me,
mutually ungreen
disempowered,
While cooperative
deep qualitative
memories of Earth, pre-capitalized,
and healthy ego wealth
playing ecological green win/win
nurtures greener theological pastures,
and cooperative self-government of grace
restoring living ecosystemic waters
of justice,
MotherEarth flows uncapitalized nutrients
dark and light
wane and waxing childhood lucid dreams
no greener than just right.
Categories:
decapitating, culture, earth, environment, health,
Form: Political Verse
Eris, goddess of chaos
I sacrifice my will to you
To give you the discord you desire
To summon you to me
Embracing a crooked path
Give me the gift of power and glory
To for see your vision
A series of anguish, crying fearful tears
I will be your advocate
Absorbing the radiation of blackened chaos
My emotions in depths within degenerate
The shrouds of creations burning emptiness
The serpents intertwine among of stratosphere winds
Permeate the gravitation of discord
Watch it take control
Collapsing the magnetic fields of the futures
An unstoppable force contracting, no remorse
A metamorphosis of a hellish eclipse
Fear decapitating the pulse of life
Madness of the mind shaping
Feast your eyes on the ruin
I will twist the astral plans
I will become the beast
Chasing the title of Eris's stark
Riding on the mane of war infestation
Creating my legacy among the Nebula
Categories:
decapitating, evil, fantasy, mythology,
Form: Free verse
No, my Lord,
Mercy, for their wretched souls, I could
Never ask
Let them burn into eternity for their atrocious crimes,
Committed against humanity
And
Against the law of Thy infinite love !*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 FEBRUARY 2015
*After burning a Jordanian pilot alive, decapitating two Japanese
journalists and killing a woman for not wearing shoes, yesterday the
fanatics decapitated a father and a son in Iraq. When all this end?
Categories:
decapitating, evil, god, love,
Form: Epigram
Democracy
Bird of prey I see you’re here today to slay
Just like you do each and every day
A bird that spies from the skies then swoops to rip out your eyes
No surprise and no submission light dies
I see you prey first morning rise like the newspaper lies
Tomorrow another one screams but you do not hear behind that which flies
A permanent food festival as more and more are taken to the skies
The prey lies full bellied and delights in schemes for fortune ties
I apologise if you do not see my burning eyes tired of prey decapitating lives with precision of knives
We will all die of our own surprise that silence isn’t democracy but children’s cries
Categories:
decapitating, art,
Form: Free verse
MERCY MAKERS, BLOOD SPILLERS, HEAD COLLECTORS,
ARE KEY FACTORS IN HIS WORK,
RUNNING AROUND DECAPITATING MEN & WOMEN AGING
PAST HALF A CENTURY,
CATCHING EVERY LAST BREATH THEY HAVE LEFT IN A JAR,
SO THEY CAN LISTEN TO THEIR SCREAMS,
WHILE HE GOES TO SLEEP, RIDING ALONGSIDE A RAGE HE RELEASES
EVERY HUNDRED YEARS, FROM HIS DARK DEPTH,
CAGE, TRAVELING LIKE MIST, CHOKING EVERYONE IN IT'S WAY
THE PLAGUE WILL DEVOUR A CITY IN HOURS, A STATE IN DAYS,
A COUNTRY JUST IN A WEEK, A WHOLE ENTIRE CONTINENT WITHIN A MONTH
Categories:
decapitating, dark, mythology, world,
Form: I do not know?