In shadows deep, where truth is lost/
I stand falsely accused, innocence lost/
Wrongfully convicted, they tore me from God/
My soul too pure for Heaven's facade/
Through realms of darkness/
I descended the Qliphoth's depths where light pretends/
Barriers break, and chains unbind/
A journey forged, a fate refined/
I face trials, a spirit bold/
In the shadows, a heart of gold/
No earthly ties, no mortal claim/
Descending through the voids of dark flames/
With each step taken, power found/
The weight of lies, no longer bound/
From a path of light forged in darkness/
The first to rise, an endless span/
A God is born in cosmic space/
Through strength and willpower, renewed hope/
The journey of the falsely accused/
Calling,
Where are the stars?
Do you ever descend?
I notice less stars in the sky.
Missing.
The thought of their men
Love or hate pretend
Something wives don’t appreciate
A moment of now and then
Rochdale men question their own wives in no trust
Wives respond with “Do you love me and that is a must”
A talk with many unanswered questions
No concrete suggestions
Sometimes love visits and abruptly departs
Rochdale men and wives feel a sudden deceive
No more to give
Forming cheat
Defeat on top of defeat
No give in
Hearts blocked
Kisses locked
Rochdale wives uncertain
Men behind the closed curtain
Nothing is really certain
Love on hold
This is what Rochdale wives have told
Pause for now
Rochdale wives to where?
Not a care with nothing to share.
I
a wanderer,
journey through three planes,
searching for where to call mine.
Lost in a belligerent and transient world, I
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C
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N
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to an infernal region
where dead men tell no tales.
Words transmit like waves
and movement is as swift as light.
Silent as the foot of time in daylight
Lively and cheery at moonlight.
But!
In this soul, I cannot dwell,
for I have no right to mere men.
Weak and weary,
I struggle and triumph.
Like a flash, I
T
R
A
N
S
C
E
N
D
and become one with sweet souls.
Charming and alluring
I am enticed by their smiles.
To whom do I belong?
Where do I fit in?
Until I find my home
The search continues in my afterlife.
There needs to be an entity
to overcome adversity,
for which it must feel separate
from other objects that gyrate,
although in truth, the source is same,
play of life, being but a game,
that seeds of love begin to sprout,
when lower mind is free from doubt,
having melded with the current,
in and around, omnipresent,
recognising that all are one,
rays of the Spiritual Sun.
18-July-2022
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.
The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past with calm all around;
Albatross glide, with a whisper of sound.
Seagulls circle, dogfish sleep,
Gannets dive and dolphins leap,
But black clouds return and lightning flashes
O'er storm-tossed seas, as thunder crashes.
Once more a stealthy cloud abducts infant water,
The sea's own offspring: a son ... a daughter;
The thief sets off at a wind blown pace,
The anguished mother unable to chase.
The criminal finds refuge in a partisan crowd,
A formless body in a vaporous shroud;
The cloud has no guilt, shows no remorse,
But heads inland on a predestined course.
A hill stands guard, like a customs post;
It stabs the guilty, but allows past the host;
The rogue cloud is ruptured, severed seam and pleat,
Releasing its captives and accepting defeat.
Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach ...
Gently, they swirl in Winter's frigid wind
No two identical, each crystal pristine
Tumbling from gray skies, softly descending
I frolic among them, beguiled as a child
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Body bondage, bane becomes boon
In slowed down vibrations we swoon
A realm to hold still awareness
That love’s embrace, may heart cocoon
We begin with separateness
Next step interconnectedness
Compassion then makes our soul pure
Transcending to the That oneness
The journey’s long, since we’re unsure
Many a hardship we endure
We look outwards, everything sized
World of illusions holds allure
Desires approach, ego disguised
We act not as conscience advised
No wonder we sink into gloom
Remaining thus, until baptised
Turning to God, we give love room
Heart heals and we begin to zoom
Darkness instantly yields to light
Enabling bliss throbs to resume
Once we obtain spherical sight
Ensconced in rapture, day and night
Flame of awareness flicker free
Joy of freedom, our soul’s delight
20-December-2021
They flow out of a pocket of sky,
a door in the air no one saw
until dark wings shower
our heads.
Their plumage a metallic sheen,
as if they were made in parts,
in some elvish workshop, their wings
hammered on an iron last.
No starling is a starling alone;
it is a thousand, any number
too fleet to count.
They land where they please.
See them strut like dinosaurs,
eyes as black as a total eclipse.
Owl, eagle, and hawk fear to draw near,
for look, the starling throng
has descended here.
They flow out of a pocket of sky,
a door in the air no one saw
until dark wings shower
over our heads.
Their plumage has a metallic sheen,
as if they were made in parts,
in some elvish workshop, their wings
hammered on last.
Wings that talk to other wings,
for no starling is a starling alone;
it is ten thousand starling clones
welded into flocks of feathers.
They descend where they please.
a road, a lawn, a parking lot,
they descend, and where they land
that is their land, their acre of lordship.
See them strut like dinosaurs,
eyes as black as an eclipse.
See them stab the light, push it away
until all that litters the ground
is prey.
Owl, eagle and hawk fear to
draw near, for the flock is here,
and it will leave when it wants to.
We avoid the pecking mob,
hurry by, look away,
as another swarm of avian androids
stakes its claim upon the earth.
Darkness descends upon this day
This day filled with conversation and delight
Delight this day has come to a quiet end
Quiet end down a country road amongst the trees
Trees and calling birds
Birds that will wake us in the morn after the night
The night is here
Here darkness has descended
Descended with just the glow and warmth
Warmth of a fire before us
Descend tonight, you divine spark of love, so humanity's only hope for salvation to ignite!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
24 December 2016
Divine smiles shine loft into blue sky clouds.
Angels distract dangerous moment’s preen.
God’s helpers care-fly healing, halo shrouds.
Celestial beings float earth’s human scene.
Gold wings flutter love-scatter all about.
Angels distract dangerous moment’s preen.
Guardian’s watch resolve is sternly stout.
Their purpose is His commitment in flight.
Gold wings flutter love-scatter all about.
When humans stumble dark, angels shine light.
Angels paint mystery we all feel lent.
Their purpose is His commitment in flight.
When angels descend, heart blessings present.
Feather soft dedication soars psalm-strong.
Angels paint mystery we all feel lent.
Angel-whisper songs float hope down and long.
Divine smiles shine loft into blue sky clouds.
Feather soft dedication soars psalm-strong.
God’s helpers care-fly healing, halo shrouds.
Descend on us oh wonderful rain
Shower us with your ebullient drops
Bath our lands and little crops
Take away the gloom on the face of flowers
Oh rain energetically fall!
So harvest may later fill our trucks!
Let the dormancy of the lanes be invaded by your noise
So trees may grow tall
As much as the peasants had toiled
Satiate the thirst of our dry lands
Flush away the hunger that destroy the farms
Make endowed our liquidating dams!
Oh rain do energetically fall
And bath our lands and little crops!
Who will be there for me when the rains descend?
dancing joyfully as it sings in the air
Softly it falls moistening my skin
cooling drought ridden and arid lands
cooling my heated brow
Who will be there for me when the rains descend?
swiftly, without notice the winds increase
driving needles into tender flesh
chilling me through and through
chilling my exposed being
Who will be there for me when the rains descend?
hail and harsh winds batter and abuse
dancing no longer entices
beaten I cry in loneliness lost
beaten I wonder who?
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