We are in a new Guilded Age
Sucking the teats of the ultra-rich and powerful
Holding our breath
To ensure we survive
While the elites get their spaceship
The rest of us get cheap makeup
Biding our time
To hopefully survive
Demigods with cattle prods
Keep us all in line
Silence the public voice
So megalomaniacs get enshrined
Battle-bruised hands stretch out
Only to be removed in zip-ties
Your questions will be ignored
answers bathed in our frigid lies
The pretty campus damsel
Is on the rove this nigh night
She easily ropes in loaded men
As she gyrates her curvy bosom
Her Torrie's remind one of nivarna
And you can see Catalonia peaking
From the little black dress she wears
She undaunted that we are on campus
With girlies being on plentie Barbie rules
And ensnares with ease and natural charm
She's a beauty to behold and loves dances
On the dance floor she easily baits boys
Be they boys or men her nature easily snares
As long as you're pickups are loaded
You are enroute to this exiting encounter
Falcon heights are soars and shores you win
With her you will sure taste the allures of
Zamzam that beautiful city of beauty
Tasting what is the reserve of demigods
Hoping you are not eternally damned
For love is but a divine thing and sensual
Sensualized forbidden pleasures she wares
I'm your competition in showing affections.
You found your queen, of love's chess game.
Our singing voices will heal our afflictions.
You and I are often seeing how we are same.
I'm your companion with you in every nation.
You found your western "Indian" princess.
Our poems prove it is not mere infatuation.
You and I made for each other, to impress.
I'm your colleague in this school of life.
You found a fellow peer without comparison.
Our wisdom from lives keeps us from strife.
You and I shall co-author for all that's been.
I'm your consort through Samsara with you.
You found me again, because I promised
Our love shall be eternally eminent and true.
You and I are demigods finally so blessed.
Abode of the avatars and the demigods,
I am ageless, calm and deep rooted
Indulged in the timeless meditations, I find vigor in serenity
Covered in the blanket of loam, rocks and snow
countess trees of life are sheltered on my back
The sun, the stars, the wind and the skies are all my allies
O mortal, I am just not conquerable
One vote by itself seems less than a wonder
for history is a much larger thing – millions
of nays, millions of yeas, to suggest one small
voice need be heard, to think any little voice could
make a large difference in the greater scheme seems
quite absurd. For one little vote a young man took a
bullet in the throat, left any Opera Ambitions in
Germany, never again to sing a cherished note,
just for the right to cast one tiny vote. For One vote,
Omaha beach took 2,400 lives. For One vote, another
29,000 died in Normandy. For One vote, 5.000 American
boys perished at Guadalcanal, another bloodstained shore.
All having died for one single vote, which democrats
counterfeit and Universities treat like a joke, faux
men in dresses stand in-front of students mocking
a great nation's selfless patriots who donned uniforms
to fight for a land they unitedly love and adore. Lost
limbs in battle yet proudly declare, for cherished freedom
we would honorably sacrifice more. Pervert Demigods, to mush
minded students, preach anarchy, the benefits of Marxist
society, promote all manor of deviant sex and brain deadening
recreational smoke. One vote. One vote. One vote.
this last step,
the dead bird,
protruding veins under the skin,
now drying,
the other imperfections and these eyes,
from distance.
scaly is the word for skin, brittle.
not good, it evokes the relentless of time.
destruction...
is always what rushes down from heaven.
its color looks gray, but it's condition.
something that would be solemn in books,
the speed and fall of this kind of angels,
quite brutal in reality,
conveying a depressing sense of end.
just fur or feathers,
nothing on it flies,
the emissaries of never arrive,
the winged chariot that carries the defeated,
the last step is the bird that passed.
symptoms of our decay,
demigods that nothing can heal.
We don't need demigods on earth,
we just need good men...
We don't need heroes,
we only want righteous men...
We don't want superstition
we need
spirituality
and poetry...!
and I came close to destroying whatever I wanted
but I held back because there was still you
and within that power from another galaxy
I saw that the spheres mechanism sometimes jams
I saw stones breaking other stones
and from them bits of light escaping the darkness
not even your eyes meant so much
when the waters drifted
washed the husk of the houses
and the walls of the trees
and it was just you there keeping yourself monumental
emerging single in life from among the mudflats
we demigods have a lot to celebrate
because we just started to fall apart
What elevates Man to Demigod's status is love!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 January 2022
What kinds of measures are used,
When we determine between right and wrong?
Since these questions constantly arise,
Requiring answers to maintain and prolong.
Do we look beyond the ten from those tablets,
As those commands were from a time, long past?
Since those don't deal with our modern culture,
Like computers and other technology coming fast.
It seems to me that when weighing these values,
Simple basics can be balanced on the plates.
Where doing unto others, as to you is golden,
But those deeds differ through many debates.
Much of our morality has roots, from demagogs to
Demigods, as they would champion our cause.
Yet those didn't consider much of a future,
While millennia passed on historic flaws.
Ultimately, this question must be answered,
Because the solutions define character for each and all.
Where any good must be heavy-handed,
And we can progress beyond a crawl.
There are...
Fanatical men
in skeptical churches ...
Blind passions by
demigods ...
Thirsty loves
for hell ...
Worshipers without
sense...
Kill and die
for false myths,
false idols ...!
The good fortune guaranteed luck
Ferried in the same heads that slacken
When the Professional heads became slain
Under the demands of the ego nice
The society's pin knitting downwards
The base pointing the Potter's Port
With the man-eater man carrying the fragile
Unable to care from degreed spare sprees
The natural law bend to salvage malice
The well to adapt wiped by demigods
Of inferiority unprocedural spice
Unfit but the confronting world dice.
Emerge environmental mental backdrop
Diverting leadership vacuum ensues
Try and error back through the average
For the top elite launched to rot stews
Human creations outwit man in subversion
Unable to enable order in special coders
And later attempt to sweep with dirt
For emerging brooms swept more
May the worst touch not the best
For the rotten kills the strongest
The base down the beautiful vase
Fair games played for the rest.
…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ
Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.
Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.
Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.
Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.
...background music by 'The Metal Heroes'
A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover
June.24.2019
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Sponsored by: William Kekaula
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Lavish luscious liaison
Orchestrated obsession
Nocturnal nebulae
Gifted graceful gallantry
Secluded sanctuary
Tiffany telltale turtledoves
Effervescent ecstacy
Metaphysical mascarade
Magically manipulated mandolin
Erotic entanglement
Delectable daredevil demigods
Rhythmic romance rhapsody
Openhearted opulence
Secret sensuous seduction
Exquisite exotic elixir
Sumptuous scent of long stemmed roses
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Submitted on June 24, 2019 for contest YOUR PERSONAL PERFECT POEM PICK sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Colored sails dot the horizon
fire-orange flecks dip and rise in
Turquoise palettes, sherbet skies...
Demigods lounge g-stringed
in ocean-front's warm sands
Bulging their muscles
Glistening their sweat
~ Tan, the sole tint
they're aware of as yet
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