I have this feeling
Unexplainable; something
Only soul relate.
To live in this country,
‘Twas brought home today,
It helps to be Christian,
Shoot weapons and pray.
On top of all that,
It’s a plus to be male -
Just knock up a woman
And then you can bail.
If you are a female,
To show what you’re worth,
No matter who screwed you,
Prepare to give birth.
Despite if it’s not
What you want, you must yield
But don’t worry - they’ll pray
For you out on the field.
The atheists, Muslims
And, naturally, Jews
Have to hear about Jesus;
You don’t get to choose.
The land of the free
And the home of the brave
Must have R.B.G. rolling
Around in her grave.
Always be certain --
Don’t expect forgiveness
Given harmful indignation
Just keep laughing
My noble opponent
Particularly quarrelsome
Ribaldry seems to unleash
Very worrisome x-rays,
You zygote!
I don't read your literature
I don't like standing in your lines
I abhorre your hypocrisy bukkake'd in a den of flies
You want originality?! I'll show you where that is
It's deep inside where you can't hide you just deny that it exists
I can't explain it it's just a thing you have not giving you a hint
I really don't care it's hilarious to me that you think my words are s h I t
Maybe it's the alcohol or drugs I took you think that made me rot
I know what it really is and it took some time but I have to keep my secret
The honest truth from me to you is I appreciate the candor.
Even though it was a hurtful statement you did it just to bait me
It worked at first and I did bite a bitter taste of cold rejection.
And now I feast on shallow thoughts of displacement and erasing....
With indignation in my heart,
The wise man I asked:
“Why does God allow evil to take
over the world?”
With compassion, the wise, looked at me and with an
Imperceptible smile, replied:
“Could it be possible, my dear friend, for
a general ever to win a single battle, if his
soldiers chose never to obey his commands?" *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 September 2015
*Inspired by the comment a friend made when
insinuated, that God doesn’t do much to combat evil.
T he
H eist of humanity has begun
E clipsing the pain of
I rresponsibility fever
N ecessities denied
D angerous
I mpossible personalities
G uilty of
N eurotic
A ggravation
T oward human existence
I n the mean while indecent
O bservations saw
N ormal human behavior morph into
P eople poking
A t pride
R esembling
A nother God
D own DEEP inside
E very BREATH WE DIED
Your voice, your fickle mind...
It makes me scream.
I scream from inside out,
With no noise escaping my mouth.
Indignation closes my eyes,
Tired.
I am so tired of screaming,
Pretending to tolerate this.
My heart is heavy with the rubbish.
You've gathered it,
And I've hauled it along -
Weighing down our drawn out affair.
No, my Lord,
Mercy, for their wretched souls, I could
Never ask
Let them burn into eternity for their atrocious crimes,
Committed against humanity
And
Against the law of Thy infinite love !*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 FEBRUARY 2015
*After burning a Jordanian pilot alive, decapitating two Japanese
journalists and killing a woman for not wearing shoes, yesterday the
fanatics decapitated a father and a son in Iraq. When all this end?
Faint yellow is the first to appear
Leaves march forth in harmonic progression
To autumn’s clock all must adhere
Amber, scarlet and purple in procession
Bring gasps of wonder till winter’s colorless indignation
*Written September 1, 2014
For Francine’s contest
(aka Reasons for Resentment)
You asked me to do something.
I did it and you didn't
thank me.
You told me the meeting would be
at this time at this place.
It wasn't.
You said you'd call back
but the phone never rang.
You forgot to pick up
toilet paper and baby food.
You asked me to do something.
I forgot and you
resented but said nothing.
You told me the meeting would be
at this time at this place.
I forgot.
You said you'd call back
but the (uncharged) phone never rang.
You forgot to pick up
toilet paper and baby food.
Dang...
am runnin' outa reasons.....
Be careful daughter of Satan.....
That you do not declare war
on the one true God.
For He will cast you out
as was your father.
The mountains echoing his pleas
into the farthest regions of the cosmos.
The one true God,
the God of love, does no wrong.
His word is law and everlasting.
Recorded ages before, in prophesy,
yet born in truth by his son, Jesus.
Oh, pious whore of self righteous indignation,
pitting your existence
against that of God.
Searching for pseudo truth
and finding that for which you long
in the faith and fascination of your father.
How far from the true God must you stumble
ere you find forgiveness.
For he loves even you in your passionate
quest for self destruction.
The raven sits quietly waiting in the hallways of death.
He knows that once your soul enters
if you have not the mark of Christ
you will be his troth forever,
hidden away in the remote chasms of hell
in the bosom of your father.
Sing your song of salvation today.
You will be clad in a new self tomorrow.
© Sep 01 2010 Charles Henderson
God’s Righteous Indignation
How you believe in
Paper
How you believe in
Words
How you believe in
Damnation
And heavens
Vengeance
Of burning
Wrath
How you believe in
Satan
Fallen angel
Rules the
Earth
Righteous
How
You
Don’t
Believe in
Love
Funny
How
You
Don’t
Believe
In
God
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