were I to dwell
in Van Gogh's hat
peer down from walls
would I
or in meek words
that She, the page,
immortally
on by
Categories:
immortals, destiny, fate, hope, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Etheric gauze brushes the skin
and I know I am not alone.
Spirits abound, tunneling through
the quantum veil, to visit me
on stormy nights.
Scent of perfume,
wafting into nostrils,
I breathe deeply, remembering...
the scent of you.
Soul’s do live on though,
visiting from time-to-time.
The angel feels different from the devils;
the human spirit is all too familiar.
Angels permeate the room with love’s energy;
like the womb-waters, it embraces my soul.
Devils energy is a cold and foul
of stench, like that of sewage and dead things.
It is always curious, always
swirling, watching, listening,
as if to analyze the fear within me.
I’m glad that I can force it away
with just the name of God or Christ;
devils fear those names, in the worst way
and a terrified devil, is always a plus.
Energy is energy, Kundalini builds
into a euphoria, when the right spirits
are nearby; amorphous light is bliss.
Categories:
immortals, angel, faith, philosophy, poems,
Form: Free verse
Will we always fall?
Is that our destiny?
Will we rise above all,
Oh so carefully?
Maybe we're immortal ,
I know you too well.
We're definitely abnormal;
Maybe it's a spell.
How many lives have we lived?
Why so many?
Why were we revived?
Were we ever to marry?
We need to understand,
Why we never work out.
When will it be grand?
When can we end the drought?
Will I always find you,
And you me?
I hope it to be true;
And the falling free.
Maybe we are soulmates;
Eternal forever.
We've chosen fates
But, maybe never.
*Written on 11/25/18*
Categories:
immortals, destiny, love, magic, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
immortals
words free themselves
float through lip
across vast spaces.
they outlast the speaker
live far beyond the author
travel into galaxies
and nest behind stars.
up on the backs of words
ideas, dreams, ride
these immortal creatures
once released,
drift forever sewing seeds
to return and begin again.
Categories:
immortals, hope, imagination,
Form: Free verse
FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE
ALLURING TO THE EYE.
MESMERIZED BY THE THOUGHT
THAT I COULD REALLY FLY.
FEELS AS IF IMAGINATION
AWOKE AND CAME TO LIFE.
SOARING HIGH ABOVE THE EARTH
MY BODY TOOK TO FLIGHT.
I UNDERSTAND IT'S NOT A DREAM
REALITY DON'T LIE.
IMMORTALS ALL AROUND ME
WE WERE SEEING EYE TO EYE.
ANCIENT WISDOM TOLD ME
TEACHING ME A LESSON.
HOW TO WALK THROUGH MORTAL LIFE
WITHOUT THE NEED FOR GUESSING.
LIFE IS TRULY WONDERFUL
BUT DO NOT BE SURPRISED.
ENTERTAINING MORTAL LIFE
THE MUSIC SEEMS REPRISED.
THE VIEW FROM IMMORTALITY
LIFE IS JUST A GAME.
IT ISN'T JUST THE MUSIC
THE SONG REMAINS THE SAME
SPRING 2015
Categories:
immortals, imagination, life, metaphor, myth,
Form: Light Verse
The three shots rang out following each other
In a rapid succession ready to vanquish their target
Ready to eliminate him from the roll of the living
He drops on his knees as his assailants run out
He is not dead yet so he decides to give thanks
Lifting his hand - they are covered with blood
With no water cistern and not inclined to sin
He puts them behind his back offering prayers
A brilliant bright light and he is in the presence
The blessed presence of a holy angel of the Lord
Welcome angel of the Lord and be the light of my life
They intone as they embrace merging into one entity
Categories:
immortals, angel, faith, religious,
Form: Narrative
On the peaks of the snow-covered mountains of age
Just under the demarcation of eternity’s line, I stand
Hoping, some snowflakes of wisdom still to harvest
Before starting my crossing, into the immortals’ land!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 AUGUST 2014
Categories:
immortals, journey, life,
Form: Quatrain
There are men who may never walk on water
Who will never trade our happiness for butter
Who do such mere things full of kindness
That reminds us of the Son in his vast goodness
There are men who may never raise our dead
Who into our wilderness may never be lead
Who eagerly and earnestly love with their hearts
That reminds us of the Son who laid love’s path
There are men who may never rebuke our storms
Who may never be transfigured into His glorious form
Who are eagerly ready to lend a helping hand
That reminds us of the Son who we don’t understand
There are men who may never have an exalted name
Who may never be rich, glamorous or acquire fame
Who are beacons of light in our times of darkness
That reminds us of the Son shinning in righteousness
There are men who may never die upon our cross
Who for our sake live a life full of great loss
Who are our secret heroes saving our poor soul
From lives bitter batter and devils ultimate goal
To these unknown, unheard, unseen men untold
Who live to see our smile light up eyes that unfold
Who live a life without a lie
Your names shall never die
Categories:
immortals, art, beauty, care, god,
Form: Quatrain