In labyrinthine longing,
where my weary spirit
roams,
I seek an effervescent
haven to call my home.
A luminescent refuge where
the anxious heart finds rest,
Where benediction
whisper and the soul is truly
blessed.
Amidst the cacophonous
clamor of this transient
world,
Your peace, oh Lord, is an
opalescent banner unfurled.
A paradisiacal sanctuary,
inviolable and true,
Where tribulations dissipate
in the cerulean blue.
So let me be transfigured in
this hallowed, holy place,
A resplendent
convalescence wrapped in,
Your abounding grace.
Are you the
one answer
that others
can’t question
Are you the
one constant
that others
will blame
Are you the
one voice
that others
can’t muffle
Are you the
one source
that others
— can’t change
(The New Room: July, 2026)
In just one year ‘Star Wars’ will turn fifty,
yet it wears this inviolable crown.
A motion picture of such high renown,
George Lucas gifted us his galaxy.
I can say with absolute certainty
I’ll be at its opening day downtown.
In just one year
we can see it how it was meant to be.
Han shot first is how it really went down,
no need to discuss the scene’s runaround.
Back on the big screen causing a frenzy
in just one year.
Idiosyncrasies
You are my hunger,
Thirst brought torrent
All my consecrated
Pursuits‘ vertex
A rolling crunching
Explosive indulgence
Elevation, bolster accumulation
Marbled unrelenting resuscitation
Roving bleeping clouds
The squeaky echo of dolphins
The sweet chirping of chicks,
Shrieking chorus of seagulls
Laughing out loud
It is a rock solid vacuole
An inviolable metaplasm
.
frolic'n in the
temperate grasslandz
'hind my inviolable haunt
thuh eager nymph
whilst mine digits 'pon slip
explicate such wander
hern learnz me
diaphanous white frocks
fresh out uv thuh
chilly creek
cauze think
mine think
thinks
'bout
hern
naked 'neath
peachy
blush'n bloom'n
rosette sheath
az we speak'd
Unassailable purity, a cognition divine of venerated mind,
Proffers promise inviolable, beneficence sacred aligned,
With force invincible emanating from goodwill of heart
Forming precepts impeccable, teachings benevolent impart.
Purity of thought and action~ a worthy and righteous goal,
Resounds indomitable from kindred voice of resolute soul;
A heavenly call of compassion, extolling sanctity of love,
Lifting tenor of gloomy dawns~ soothing refrains of dove.
Unassailable purity in life, a road map of directions to hope,
Sacrosanct are its valiant acts, vowing ceaselessly to cope,
Performing with mighty resolve, deeds inducing pride;
Serving humbly as invisible hand of irreproachable guide.
Assisting destitute is the sermon, tolling bells of prayer,
Beckoning the weary, indigent, to shelter and welfare;
Comforting grief of despair with words enlightened, aware,
Consoling cry of nothingness, bequeathing love and care.
It exemplifies within her selfless smile, purity of her eyes,
Reassuring her children, bliss of mother’s love never dies;
Its rectitude unassailable, eternal as the reign of time,
A gift precious, paramount to life~ ethereal and sublime.
Her skin, pale and fragile
as bone china
protected by a heart
inviolable, gilded threads
weft and warp cloth-of-gold
that flys pennoned from her
shoulders, red hair burning
brighter as she competes
with the setting sun
Could it be that humanity is self-destructive?
Seems we have moved beyond self-preservation
I’m thinking any semblance of brotherhood lost,
Little interest in anything constructive.
Apparently lust and greed are the new norm
No matter whom they hurt, or what it costs,
Understanding and compassion are lacking
Freedom says little will to conform.
Weren’t there once inviolable universal principles
Actions considered too egregious to consider?
Now, it seems that nothing is out-of-bounds
To the haughty, the dictators, or the “invincibles.”
written February 26, 2022
Against wild dogma and feathery wit,
Shall your sound idioms and wisdom
Outshine fickle folios of mortal sages;
Proving verity in its irrepressible form.
Your arresting dictums shall outshine
Obtuse hallowed tomes devoid of life,
Which erudition’s minions kissing die;
Sepulchered beneath self-spun strife.
Each revivifying line a failsafe dose,
Curing the unquestioning pupil soul;
Which heeding its fathomless force,
Glowing dims deified sky-high stars.
Those fibs-shaming adages of yore
Shall diffuse war’s menacing nukes,
Neutering gory ciphers spelling awe;
Turning brawls into inviolable peace.
Who is this I have found
lying dying
on the ground
drowning in her
prose and woes
making not one
single sound?
Where does she go to
where does she hide
see how she’s swimming
against a recondite tide?
What have the Gods wrought
crumpled on this plot
corrupt with despair
her broken being
her petrified stare
shattered prisms
that I’m seeing?
Where does she go to
where to does she flee
see how she’s racing
from her heart’s plea?
Such is her duty
moonlit soliloquy
mourning chaotic losses
aching for her history
ever aimless to and fro
furiously seeking yet
tossed by an undertow.
Where does she go to
where does she rest
see how she’s hostage
of the demon’s breast?
Dare not intend to
scour this stain
from her smashed
and broken brain
sadly sit and watch
this show transcendent
from hell’s ascendant.
Where does she go to
where does she sleep
see how she’s locked
in the creature’s keep?
Who is this I have found
rotting degrading
into penury fading
choking on the
bloodied inexorable sands
of her once so
pristine inviolable lands?
‘Tis my love right there
I sob, I fret and stare.
collanades
of clouds
black
broken
reeds,
exhausted
wells,
empty
cisterns,
forbidden
fearful
failed
forgetful
undone-
unheard-
infrequent
inviolable
reminescent-
now
departed
Catch that love
When it glides gleefully like a rock dove
Doesn't it cover the desolate abyss
Or gives love to see our bliss?
It speaks, greatest of speakers
Words that beacon ingenuity to goal seekers
Healing wounds of gloom and torture
Conjuring messages that plant upright posture
From where is a song of poignancy to heart?
Lyrics the devotional river that wash dirt
The inviolable tones whispered in souls
From whose tear-jerking lines a memory strolls
Ain't it the tranquil shade to weary spirit?
Deep firm root, we relish gaily in it
Its fruits ripen against the cruel sun
And whose sweetness we enjoy with fun
'Tis the river whose waters douse for our thirst
With springs that fuse fissures to close bursts
To the parched land t'give abiding solution
And the souls' ride it flows to destination
Like a star, 'tis brightest in dark moment
In occluded dark burrow it lights for movement
Sequin-silvery light glistening hearts with hope
And by it darkened eyes see beyond scope
The book of one's life has been written
The paths he has to walk on have been traced
The goals to be achieved have been chosen
The time of completion of the events has been set.
One has just to:
Read carefully and understand the plot of his book
Walk on the indicated paths and never deviate from them
Help materialize each of the goals set according to his abilities
And
Finally, be ready to accept what may come without complaining
For
Our Lord has given to each of us what it takes to participate, constructively, in the becoming of the cosmic order.
He neither coerces us nor allows us His divine plans to destroy.
He has given us freedom, but He also has set
inviolable universal laws to safeguard His creation
Thus
Whoever oversteps these cosmic laws will face the
consequences of his actions
In that case
One has to know that God is not to be blamed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 September 2018
Nwobi is stoic but shaken by troubles,
Akanji is strong-willed but engulfed in his fears,
Maikudi is focused but allied by foes,
N'jobu is Herculean but drifted by falsehood,
Mensah is persitent but blemished by inadequacies,
Katosi is obstinate but deprived of worth.
Siyabonga is inviolable but encompassed by defiance.
These black giants are caged up in these fates.
Held by shackles to prevent a forward push.
Alas! ,the hands,legs and these whole beings are set free.
The giants steps are being taken,
Steps out of the African strength,
Leaps so bold and long!
The true African nature!
Those leaps,totally setting free
these African heroes.
There is a forestland so secretive
lions live there that no one has seen
snakes live there that are so venomous
angels live there who are so holy
so remote it is yet it is so near
every person with an inviolable plot
but even owners know not its inhabitants
strange indeed but true
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