it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
This is the veridical horizontal
Laying it on the line
This is the flat out truth
That its plane to see its sign
Isaiah Forty Twenty-two
"He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth
And its people are like grasshoppers"[a]
From His birds-eye view, His perch
"He stretches out the heavens like a canopy
and spreads them out like a tent to live in"[b]
He does this to educate us all
Heavenly hosts dance for our direction
It's His purposeful ambiguity
As "In the beginning"[c] and "In that day"[d]
When there is more than one thing to say
I don't know why He didn't just come right out and say
This is the veridical horizontal
From the beginning as it stands
But don't busy yourselves with all this
Get busy with what the Gospel commands
355.
My Abomination to Archdemon Satan
Oh Archdemon Satan, accept my abomination!
You who are enthroned as “King of Anger”
I do not want those thoughts from a spoiler!
You yearn to assault the One above there
I do not need those feelings from a monster!
You destroy yourself and cause your minions to suffer
I reject your invitation to join the battle against heaven's ruler!
-03/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
Oh, heralds of euphoria,
Your anxious trumpets do not keep silent,
But
Let them play with all their dexterity, the
Long-awaited melody of spring
For
The gates of beauty, finally, have
Opened today,
Inviting us to enter the citadel
Of nature's renewal,
And
On the throne of cheerfulness, all of us, humans
To place!
Come,
Oh, you precursors of jubilation,
Come, to announce the festive news for all
To hear:
Joy is back,
Gloom is gone,
Felicity has arrived,
Bliss is enthroned,
Spring has come to life!
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Demetrios Trifiatis
22 February 2026
Early gold elevates the Taj Mahal Restaurant.
Sun-rinsed beams bedeck its frontage.
The low strip mall is not yet awake,
yet it basks; it glows golden
through every light-enthroned window,
bejeweled signage floats
above a light laundered concrete
and new-washed litter.
For a few clear moments
the shop-worn facades glittered
in vivid auric rays
I saw it all through a windshield,
I saw a kind of heaven
take a selfie through a once tacky lens.
When I returned later,
the litter was just litter,
shopping carts dripped above cloudy puddles.
The Taj Mahal was open, and already
sinking into a lunch-time special.
Habeas Corpus — gentle Writ —
That taps the iron Door —
And bids the Body answer —
Where Silence ruled before —
It questions Stone — and Custom —
And Power — robed in Law —
Asks Why is this one hidden?
What Crime — or only Awe?
For Chains may learn to reason —
When Justice finds a Voice —
And Error — long enthroned —
Is startled by a Choice —
The Cell rehearses Morning —
At hearing of the Name —
My Truth — that walks in daylight —
Unashamed —
Correct an Injustice — softly —
As Dawn corrects the Night —
Not with a Sword — but Certainty —
That Wrong — was never Right —
For Liberty is modest —
Yet persistent — as the Sea —
It only asks the Question —
Why am I not — now Free?
I have heard and hear again
The words of many, many great men
That there is here unseen but real
Invisible forces which still and heal
So, no disturbances of wild mind
Can cancel our peace or enter our time
Or force us out of safety, or push us out of faith
Or annul the blessings of your love and grace
So, concentrating on your holy face
I am infused with your spirit of divinity chaste
And I am re-anchored in the perfumed realm
With Cherubim and Christ
Enthroned at the Kingdom’s helm
Dirty warmth of tousled hair spills over shoulders,
A chocolate fountain, strong and rich,
Whose sweetness strays my eyes from the chessboard,
Running along tresses blazing golden-brown.
Despite the warring sides between,
In my heart there is peace.
Two minds entwined to one,
Black and white a prism of joy.
We need no priest to unite us --
This castle is ours, and we sit enthroned,
Watching the hapless peons wage their little war
And nightly feel sublime adjacency.
While he ride from day one, it seems strange.
Some think of journey, money exchange...
But when he stops not,
People see how hot
His burning passion, money can't change!
He was totally mad in mystery;
Beyond reasoning, maybe for history.
What must have led him,
To birth such odd whim
That enthroned an outstanding bravery?
All the way from Benue down Lagos,
Bearing his dream in mind like a cross;
Without an applause,
Yet critic withdraws
Doubts that his efforts would be a loss.
Sun passed its ray to moon's reign, inspect...
The fearful night's harms one could expect
To take over night
With its dreadful might,
Beyond what cationing could protect.
Eventually sail through fear's mirror,
Though each daring night- a severer
Stands to stop his mind,
To dare dream so blind...
Moving close to him like it's nearer.
Be fearless- don't just dream, stand for it;
Not just the good but all clueless ,
Mortal sets to storm...
Your way through its form-
Defines how strong being, fearlessly fit.
She blooms alone where silence holds the sky,
A tender grace no daring soul has known.
Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high—
A queen within a quiet world, enthroned.
No boastful light, no cry for passing praise,
She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene.
Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays,
Yet fear keeps hearts from where her steps have been.
They see her not—the ones who look in fear,
For depth and calm are threats to shallow minds.
Unloved, not for her lack, but crystal-clear
Strength wrapped in grace the insecure won’t find.
She is a bloom the world may not deserve,
Yet still she stands, with silence as her nerve.
It’s a privilege to come before Heavens King.
He’s enthroned on high where Angels sing.
Those gone on before us, the truth they now know.
The answers to the question. Where do the bad go?
Open my eyes Lord Jesus so your truths I can see.
I desire to know what you have destined me to be.
Whatever you have planned Lord, I am willing to do.
If I should trust anyone, it should only be you.
When I look at the wonders made from your hands.
I realize it’s foolish trusting a woman or a man.
Seeking You in solitude your presence I feel.
Your glory overwhelms me, so sweet and it's real.
No drug, alcohol or sex, beats moments like this.
Being in your presence, can be described only as bliss!
I’m hooked and love you Father, just can’t get enough.
At your feet I run to, whenever times get tough.
I want to share this with my children and my grands!.
Trust God, read His word and you will understand.
How do you stitch a shattered soul mirrored in cracked reflections?
Friends arrive too late, armed with needles,
once the bleeding has stilled,
sewing memories into a cloth of loss—
stitched of sorrow, wearing grief's heavy gold,
as if it were a crown above the stillness of the dead—
enthroned in hollow solitude.
Thoughts twist like barbed wire,
fences no soul dares to breach;
pull too hard, and silence unravels,
screaming into the void,
a cacophony of isolation dances in shadows.
Death tugs at these frayed seams,
slowly unspooling me—
thread by thread, each strand a whisper
of what once was, every knot a reminder
of the horror nestled within.
Oh the power of the narcissistic
would be king enthroned,
crowned not with wisdom,
but with arrogance,
delusion and nihilism.
The crowd waits on his every word
which has the power
to flip the world order
from boom to flop
from soar to bust
to tip the seesaw
to flip-flop panic.
Why should one person,
posting his own thoughts social
in the middle of the night
have the power to scare
the butterfly, making it
flap its wings,
triggering the accord
to tip off the cliff
Into chaos.
Come
Ye all
I must feed
My gall with bile
As a narcissist
Enthroned as populist
To efface you in your face
Constantly relentlessly there
Everywhere and wherever you look
With pills to relieve your suffering ills
With no jobs or money to pay the bills
With calls that you will be better soon
Despite inflation price rises
Despite the job cut losses
Despite hurting our friends
Which you label worse
Than enemies
You befriend
For deals
Done
As an emerald, ruby, and sapphire,
You are most meticulously adorned.
Beyond boundless sacred zeniths higher
With Him, you are gloriously enthroned.
You, in His sight, are a mystic treasure.
You're more precious than the most precious gem.
His love for you is beyond all measure.
Aren't you above the creational helm?
There's merged in you His image and likeness.
It's this that makes you a unique jewel.
You're made to partake in His holiness.
In Him, like pure pearl in a shell, you dwell.
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