filled with emptiness
not I, but Christ lives in me —
beyond the ego
Feel them in my tendons
Hear them in the quiet
See them in the wind
Smell their fragrance
A constant in my life
Like a steel manacle
Arrested and limited
I must pay the price
Sins from lives past
Karmic justice served
Grow I must or else
Be trapped hereafter
So I speak the truth
I am compassionate
Eschewing victimhood
Pleasing higher beings
If the narrow trail of wisdom you seek, my son,
And not the broad highway of insouciant life,
From merciless suffering you must never shun
For there endure the truths that make the spirit rife.
Demetrios Trifiatis
22 August 2026
Those little negative things we say, that prick another’s heart,
can’t we see, that’s how a fight will start.
Why do we say things that hurts, instead of heals,
why are we so drawn, to it’s cheap little thrills.
Why is it so hard for us, to build one another you see,
and to destroy someone, comes so easy, for you and me.
The darkness of this world, will turn a heart to stone,
the evils of this world, sitting on its throne.
As worker’s of darkness, the destruction of the hearts,
those negative things we say, thats how the darkness starts.
It will soon take over, and thats just how we’ll be,
one, great big ball, of negativity.
A backwash of death and body's decay,
The soul—once dwelt within me—is no more.
In life-death script's passably long play,
I could not—I don't know why—reach the shore.
I lie naked now with many others,
Forgetting caste, colour, creed, polity;
Confronting all weather with no druthers,
Pushed towards a preset equality.
Isn't there, in my core, an inner strength?
There's a truth of perseverance of life;
There is, in me, an endless breadth and length
Of forgone pains of existential strife.
Am I the monarch of this breathless deep,
Or just a puppet death has put to sleep?
Creation
A bumble bee
Busy in the buddleia bush
Getting nectar and pollen
For life all to go.
A butterfly fluttered by
Going up high
For a purpose unknown
Exploring the sky.
Below on a cabbage
A caterpillar chews
And spiders just waiting
To trap some more food.
Incredible creatures
All multiplied vast.
God’s glorious creation
Future, present, and past.
Life, as a gift, I cherish you
my chance to be loved
and cared for
by devoted family
to grow to be a woman
find my special love and
give life back with a family
which has grown
to build our family tree-
now four generations.
I am so grateful for
my fulfilled life.
Someday,
comes the sunset to
frame my awesome life-
the winding down
the peacefulness
to know upon this road
there is a bridge.
I love you, life
but, on that day-
though bittersweet
I taste your truth-
every cycle has an end.
"Verses in the Ash,"
is where my soul was born.
Where hot coals singed me,
as ashes covered my tiny body.
My soul was,
"Trapped in Your Pulse."
This body has me trapped,
as a helpless baby.
"I am the asylum of your ache,"
in time as it goes by so slowly.
"I taste your truth,"
the truth of life is bitter.
"Where orchids dream,"
is a place I wish I could live.
A place away from the hot ash and pain,
in a place of beauty with pretty orchids.
Death,
Sad, forgotten,
Crying, fading, mourning,
Coldness, neglect, emptiness, tears,
Laughing, smiling, singing,
Warm, remembered,
Life.
The Predator's Stage
She planned it well, to vanish and to fade away
So, everyone would forget
A clever trap within the mess she made.
She left her things in an arranged design,
To pull at heart strings and keep us all in line.
You wouldn’t believe how many felt the blow,
Even had me feeling guilty
And shed a tear for one they didn’t know.
Behind closed doors she’s someone different
She is vile, a creature dark and cold, a psychopathic heart
A deceiving woman, a child beater through and through,
Not even lovable, though she tried to fool you.
To plan a ritualistic return.
She’s hiding now, preparing for the stage,
Because she failed in her new life
To come back grand and flip another page.
But I have watched the "grandeur" she has planned,
And spread the word across this weary land.
I called her out, the "crook on the loose" is known,
And now her seeds of spite will not be grown.
I’ve spoiled the plan, I’ve broken every seal,
The more who know, the more we make it real.
Her comeback stalls, her ritual is dead,
Because the truth is what we speak instead.
“Tell me” Would we want her back?
prime fortune not rare
when we remain unbarred true
praying mantis lands ~
“as both this form and boundless space cravings of ego negated awake,
vibrant yet nonchalant bliss drenched heart remains elated”
~ Unseeking Seeker
Once stripped of hubris and inhibitions,
our stygian streams will glimmer with light,
releasing us from tethered traditions
to gleam like bright stars each nebulous night.
Vibrant becomes the mind with truths in life,
once uncloaked from sorrow's dark mourning shrouds.
We're fulfilled, no vacant voids, stress or strife.
Blissful beneath skies without nimbus clouds.
Unmasked, we're drawn as a somatic sketch,
and mindful of our spiritual needs.
No motley abstract conceived as a wretch,
our hearts will exult as wheat among weeds.
Once unbound, we'll dance with terpsichore, *
as Aurora applauds our liberty.
*Terpsichore is pronounced. Terp sic o ree'
Greek Muse of lyric poetry and dance,
as a noun it means a series of rhythmical steps
truth, a specific view of reality
it appears before persons at a given moment
it is not static and cannot be measured
in a laboratory
each individual score is different
as every perceived phenomenon is specific
truth is time bound according
to one mindset frequency within a set framework
truth is always connected
to convenience for wit as best position
based on individuals heeded comfort
convenience and conviction
one scoop can sword another
face can be beautiful or unsavoury
since truth is pliable it is easily
bent by egoic mind as positioning moves
its nature and clarity is not rooted
in material mirrors
moves from waves beyond time-space
ability to touch truth as purity
indicated on spiritual station
being both measurable and unmeasurable
diffused by gospel stories
it can't be captured within single framework
by set groups of labelled individuals
remaining unbound to space
free from human law
individual truth is presence coloured
as fact for material conveniences
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BRONZE PLACEMENT: ALL POETRY CONTEST
MARCH 26
They want to kill us
take the gratitude that's life
With criminal injections
the A-bomb or a knife
Statistics are statistics,
that don't reveal the truth
The death from vaccination,the old, the very young
also include the youth
Emotional wounds exist
separating family ties
From the propaganda mass media,
spreading nasty lies
How do we heal the rift
which affects the way we're living
Include to share love
and always be forgiving
There's need to find protection
from the nasty corporate creed
Enslaved us to a system
that always runs on greed
Come together as community
pray to God to send out love
Many divine messages
descending from above
You were evil while in this life, you spread hate and caused others to follow your path of hate.
You took the stand and put your hand on the bible and lied, you smiled and lied.
You looked on the outside as good, but you were evil, you caused others to cry.
You caused the young to follow your evil ways, leaving a legacy of hate for others to copy and multiply.
You had no empathy, you had no truth, you only spread lies and hate.
You know exactly what you did, you now have been taken from this life, and I feel no sorrow only relief.
I am told I must forgive, but I wonder if God forgives all the evil ones, and how that turned out for them.
You are gone, taken somewhat young, I can only imagine your fate in God’s hands now.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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