I see myself I awakening
And in my present tense I am not forsakening
I believe in myself and I stand tall I’m only short in temperament
But I believe in myself and I stand tall I’ only short in temperament
But I believe that I won’t fall because everything that I see is Jesus I see growth Jesús
I see love in awe
Jesus I see faith Jesus
When I see myself in the mirror I see Jesus and I in my uprisings
And my down settings in my enrichment and impoverishment
All that I am I am that I’m all
And all that I see is Jesus
With my physical eye Jesus
In my spiritual eyes Jesus
There is nothing that I can deny, Jesus
Always by my side in in the rain in the garden
In the cave as I stand and when I’m falling
Everything I see everything I believe it’s Jesus
All that I see is Jesus
12/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
THE BOY STARES AT YOU
He is raggedly scrunched up
Against a wall of sweating bricks,
Staring at you with as much pride
As life has thrown at him.
You see he has no desire to make
Conversation with a stranger
To his stale, rank impoverishment
But he smiles anyway with false bravado.
His eyes question your unwanted presence,
Loitering for a possible answer
Which may be forthcoming
And include conditional expectations.
He won't break his kingdom of silence,
Where he reigns supreme
Among poverty's sprawling plague.
He waits for you to speak but knows
You have nothing to say he'll understand
Nor care about. Besides your speech is
Foreign to him, so you can stutter on
Without the slightest effect.
The vultures circle above, letting out
Their dolorous cries in search of the dead.
He and you live but do not engage
Because you cannot relate;
You do not exist to each other.
Among the scattered stones of the houses,
You have found a hidden graveyard
Of dreams where there is no afterlife.
One's obsession with material wealth brings his soul impoverishment!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 APRIL 2020
I see YouTube
and FaceBook
and other social media platforms
are not so happy
hosting PrivilegeTube
JustOurWhiteFaceBook
and other anti-social messengers.
Free speech advocates
are concerned about such censorious censorship.
Free listeners to rational reasons
and healthy seasoned pro-social advocates
may propose new antisocial media platforms,
clearly red-labeled with warnings
for children and families
that these are toxically contagious
absence of courageous
and curious
and celebratory healthy foresight
anti-health
and anti-resilient communal impoverishment spaces
Where those who feel privileged
to play win/lose strategies and games
against the healthiest green wealth
of win/win MotherEarth's climate media platforms
may feel unfree to non-communion
non-communicate
non-listen
non-speak of multiculturing healthy wealth
among our unenlightened Babeling selves.
When does an outcome thoroughly blossom
through snow falls and brokenhearted sunsets?
Life provides inspiration of awesome
born adventures to sing with no regrets.
Hope, faith, love nonstop of acknowledgement
great seductive beauty and temptation;
recall religious impoverishment
always fearing committed relation.
God step back , applaud His created world,
an endless space unfurl a breathtaking
beauty nature's hands as energy whorled.
No fractured mirrored surface myth-making.
In the brightest bright of the heaven stars;
brokenhearted sunsets are waning scars.
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Access the memory pool
the eye inside
Maybe we’ll leave this life
go some place else
some place where this bitter taste
can be washed down sweeter
than anything we’ve ever felt
I wonder if there’s a comets hymn
or some anthem sung in unison
better that than this bereft and desolate
and spend the days wishing
aways wishing for something else
So tired of seeing, I thought
the smiles of children
all reflected in the eyes of children who cannot
has brought all our souls
to impoverishment
Access the memory
inside the eye
If I could find a single moment of peace
maybe then it would be a worthwhile attempt
but hasten the blood flow
but linger here
idolized in the necessity of destitute
We should leave
make some pathway between iron and cement
somewhere between the hollow confront
slip away as silent
and never let on how lost we have become
Come, some other place awaits you
it’s ok, take my hand
out there in the beyond of beyond
where we once held awe
as natural
Access the eye
the memory inside
SPIRITUAL STARVATION
Preoccupying oneself,
With
The accumulation of material wealth,
May lead
To the impoverishment of one’s soul
To the degree
Of
Spiritual starvation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 MAY 2013
The world as I see it isn’t exactly rainbows and butterflies
More like a huge on and off storm
Gray and glum, barely freeing sunlight
Save the shiny trickling beams
Down the crevice within the clouds
Where the gloomy sky is ruled by corruption and greed
And the abundant puddles are overtaken by misfortune and impoverishment
The storms exist from colliding air pressures
Which have different ideals and proposals
But cease to get along
And because of them, small organisms on the surface
Must live through conflict
And suffer through the consequences of social injustice
But cries are answered
And the heavens respond
When the clouds part and the sea stills
And those narrow trickles of light
Turn into full on oceans
And light floods the surface instead of water
The colliding forces compromise
And everyone else finally benefits
From the world’s delicacies
Although it was not what was originally intended
I could trace back in the past
Since my disorganized mind can't handle all of the excitement
I feel an urge to discover something new, but what's there to dig up?
I could explore a new terrain...but my mind can't keep up
I feel like traveling back in time
Perhaps I could have one more chance to change my past decisions
But it's just my imagination...soaked up in grubby grime
The unbearable sense of impoverishment...ruins my ambitions
In a few days, the rent is due.
Maybe my landlord does not know,
Postponing the obvious blow,
Or, delaying my outdoor view.
Visitors spew residents who
Evict themselves, due to no dough,
Rather than let compassion show,
Instantly stepping in my shoe.
Sooner or later, he will come
Here, expecting to get the rent.
Meanwhile, I will keep playing dumb,
Each time I am given a hint.
Now, I really feel like a bum,
Trying to savor my last cent.
Inadequacy defines me.
Money is not my only lack,
Pinching, as pride slips through the cracks,
Overdrafting maintenance fees.
Vacancies have never been free.
Emptiness makes my sad soul slack,
Reduced beyond what you can stack,
Insufficiently, just to be.
Shortages abound all around.
Hardships are collected instead.
Meagerness charged my flesh a pound,
Exhausting my efforts in bed.
Necessity will make a sound,
Torturing my spirit, when dead.
I hear canaries crying, marginalized black birds
In zones of pain
I want therapy to bring wings more than words
The people pray but need a king to march again
If you are silent
You concede the betrayal like a devil in your vein
Wait, wait, the urgency's deterrent argument
That fences cherry trees
And leave minds in caverns of impoverishment
No plan for us, no time table, the visions freeze
At home, in peace
But grow for Afghanistan the vampire's to please
For as long as markets are needed wars will not cease
Poverty persists
As zones of pain inhabited by an invisible disease
Where is the program
One thing that I know,
That I know nothing.
We are but cattle,
If we don't look deep.
Know thyself
Or know naught.
Difference in hue
Disguises the divine spark
That we all share.
So you are my neighbour
And I must love you as myself.
Where you suffer,
So must I.
We are bound together,
Though we seem to be apart.
Your poverty
My impoverishment.
To make a better world,
Let us learn to know ourselves
So we will know the other better.