Set the standard don’t follow the leader.
That’s what I was taught as a little girl,
work hard and you can do anything.
This is the land of opportunity,
there is no limit chase a skyscraper!!!
Everyone can obtain the American dream.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Those red, white, and blue colored eyes
have faded into a jaded palette;
Left without sparkle or ambition
right at the struggle they give up and quit.
The bar has lowered and no one cares,
yet they want to throw stones and axes.
Don’t expect to prosper from the game
renegade geniuses are going to change.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Love bombs to the unknown mastermind
who found a cure for every form of cancer;
Pulitzer Prize to the one who took humans
interplanetary, until they saw their initials.
If you can’t help than get out of the way,
set the standard don’t follow the sheeple.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
I believe in your ability to confuse us
But we are just reader who wants to pass
You are geniuses and creators of your own world
But humans on earth, just want easy bread
I believe in your ability to melt stones with your words
Your brother john, just snatched my snack
I am left alone in emptiness crying for Mercy
May your soul, never find peace
The wisdom of God seems foolish to man
because we often can’t fathom His plan.
His ways are to us far past finding out,
That He is all-knowing there is no doubt.
God’s wisdom is seen in the things He made,
by birds in flight and animals that wade.
The moons and planets, the stars as they flame,
join with one voice and God’s wisdom proclaim.
That humans were made with freedom of choice,
Speaks of God’s wisdom with vehement voice.
As male and female, created a pair,
of all His creatures His image to bear.
The wisdom of God is so deep and high,
It makes great geniuses utter a sigh.
Proverbs declare it too high for a fool,
why not be wise and submit to God’s rule?
Most if not always
my consequences rest
in lamentation of spirit.
End if not means,
that crime is a call break
of thought bearing geniuses
I guess, if not pretention
That I am a man.
That everything I bare is an ordeal.
And every ordeal is quite alarming,
Wither we may loss or won,
Is a drawback in His time.
At Lake Mission Bell, after the winter scared it solid, kids carve short stories in broken, confused cursive into the ice with pens of sharpened steel. It’s a beautiful thing to watch geniuses compose their art. The other night, before the winter sun fell back into the earth and before the ice reclaimed its smooth canvas, I caught a glimpse of the beginnings of a child’s magnum opus. I’ll do my best to translate the figure eights and cursive Gs or Ys. I’m not a professional but it read
something like this:
“My cousin put an Ace of Spades in his bike wheel and it goes thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap (this goes on for a while) and I love the thwaps so much I put the Queen of Hearts in mine and now we thwap all over town and down to the mini-mart to buy Gatorade and Kit-Kat bars. There’s nothing else I’d rather do and there’s no better card than the Queen of Spades except for maybe the Ace of Spades.”
childhood stories
writ on icy canvases ~
reclaimed by Spring’s thaw
Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion
Blurry images of malnourished children
Struggling for breath and bread
They evince; the struggles as we grow
-of how we ourselves are adversaries to our improvement, a hated compliment;
Of our lust for not the future but the moment
In bold they write
headlines with demeaning adjectives
that best describe our tribe - negros
A continent taken as just a nation
With a bunch of foolish souls
With primeval irrationality, flagrant corrupt officials:
Followers of a God that is partial.
What they will never show
Is the hope and courage dancing
In those malaria eyes
The trueness in our loose ties
They won't write,
Stories of how our crudeness
Made them their goodness
Of us being their reservoir
A training ground for their geniuses —
Perfect confirmation of their guises.
Will they ever have those eyes?
Those that see us as civilized humans
Minding our own business.
A nation that has a wealth of knowledge
Mainly rejected because the greed of few
Eduction is based on elitism not geniuses
Reaching full potential benefits everyone
Ideas and their creations are investments
Choose a new future learn from your past
A nation united will inspire that new future
It took mankind thousands of geniuses
And
A myriad of years our civilization to build
But
It takes only a madman and a few moments to
Bring it down!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 March 2022
-
WE ALL
MUST STAND UP TO THE MADMAN AND FIGHT
WITH ALL OUR MIGHT TO SAVE OUR WORLD!
The world is changing so rapidly
I feel like a chameleon who has lost the race
I am changing as hard and fast as I can
And still I get left behind in swamps of confusion
Our children are Cyber geniuses,
Clicking away in front of their flat screen gods,
unaware that families are supposed to eat supper together
grabbing a sandwich the next day at noon when they wake
Our parents have forgotten they are in charge
Attached to I-phones they think must be constantly attended to
Where are the listeners? Where are the conversations?
Where are the families? Our churches are filled with eighty year olds.
The world is changing.
Families have forgotten to be close to each other.
The oldsters are dying.
I am a chameleon, left in the swamp of confusion.
I'm crazy sign of the aquarium
I am Just one person not various
you're crazy, sign of virgin
you are the one i'm searching
to be soul mate, a pair of geniuses
,
Peeling a luscious banana, ah!
And swinging from arm to arm,
In these luscious jungle trees.
Inhaling a clean, Spring breeze
You humans, cogitating and worrying,
Cannot even conceive of the joyous life
and freedom,
Of being a monkey!
We wear no masks as you looney humans do!
We worry not about drones as
some of you are so given to.
We are not prize driven,like some of you.
No poisons are to our systems shot.
That gives you geniuses, heart rot!
We mingle as we wish!
We are not obedient, blind fish,
Yes, indeed,we may not be as
intelligent or attractive as you!
But we are not under lockdown
by power mad humans~like you.
No Fauci creepazoids on our land
dare roam!
For we would chase him back to
you!
To live in the land of iPhones
and those insufferable, endless bullets,
6/5/2021
.
If the Rubik's cube was round I'd roll it in the snow
caress it like a meatball then hide it in the dough
If it had same old shades of white aligned to match
and two knobby handles with a little silver catch
I would turn it slowly, rotate it, find the latch
If the Rubik's cube was spherical like soccer balls
combinatorially correct, without four simple walls
If it was soft in the center instead of hard like rock
I'd squish it into place just like a child of Dr. Spock
put it on a leash and slowly walk it round the block
If the Rubik's cube was a big old Ferris wheel of fun
I'd configure it with motion and solve it on the run
If the Rubik's cube was bally and built like solid O
I'd solve it in a jiffy, match the colors yell Bingo !
I'd wear it like a trophy and put it out for show
If the Rubik's cube was made for geniuses like me,
they'd be far too easy, and given out for free.
When gigantic planets by slow procession in orbit meet,
special energies and its significant will find it’s deed.
Every 20 years or so Jupiter and Saturn conjunct,
and 400 years to be in the same constellation in fact.
The shinning entity by interpretation called, the Philosopher Stone,
recognized great souls and their deeds will be born to great prone.
Jupiter reflecting great souls with eternal liberating blessings,
the dharma planet with its ritual skills and grateful progressions.
Saturn and its disciplined deity reflects humanitarian concern,
speaking of spiritual discipline and contentment to learn,
Together known as well as the Christmas star of Bethlehem,
wise pilgrims followed that slow bright light as spiritual weatherman.
Patience is the conquering ability towards greatness,
speaking wisdom much easier than living by intimateness.
Famous and talented geniuses come with this planetary influence,
providing societal values by pure hearted sentence.
That conjunction happens at a point, named, ‘the latter victory’,
great souls at the sphere where it exclaims, I am the truth literally.
Jamming geniuses - Wow!
Jitterbugging soul feels
joyous, with not a care!
Jovial Satchmo swings,
Joe Pass, Ella, Miles, Bird
join: samba, bebop, blues -
Jazz, a heaven on earth!
Written 13 Oct 2020
Geniuses are after wisdom
Clever people are after knowledge
Fools aren't after anything
for
they know everything
thus spend their time criticizing
everything and everyone!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 August 2020
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