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MY MUSIC JOURNEY.
I was born in a capital city,
Of an undeveloped country.
Into a middle class family.
I lived in a street full of guitars.
My first musical instrument was,
Either guitar or harmonica,
I was very young then and can not remember,
How I got my first guitar.
It was a classical one and I played by the ears.
Fortunately, I had a chance to play other instruments too,
Mandalin, cylephone and banjo.
Then due to civil war,
I left my family and country at a very young age.
I became a refugee.
Arrived in Australia and started learning English.
Never have the luxury of having music lessons.
And avoided all the knuckles being beaten.
With months of saving, after settling in Melbourne,
I proudly own a Yamaha classical guitar.
I continued playing till my fingers' skins grew hard.
Then one life struggling after another,
I put all the music enjoyment aside.
Playing piano was never on my mind.
In late 1999, I received some treatments,
They were supposed to serve one purpose,
Surprisingly, they helped another.
Since then, combining my music listening abilities and memories.
I ended up playing piano easily.
I just needed a piano, sat on the stool,
Fiddled my figures on the keyboards,
Wah lah, I could figure out the sound,
And played a popular song,
In a matter of half an hour.
Now, I grew much much older,
It took me hours even weeks,
To master one piece of music.
My last piece of piano playing,
Will be "The Butterfly Lovers".
Then, I will be retired from playing music.
I know, there will be this day,
When I could no longer be able to play music,
I will listen to all the piece I recorded.
Sleep our glorious ancestors, sleep!
Do not be disturbed.
We,
your descendants would never betray
The blood you have shed to liberate
Our land.
The Land of:
Homer and Hesiod
Aeschylus and Euripides
Socrates and Plato
Hypocrates and Alexander
For
We would never let another enemy,
No matter how powerful,
To invade our holy motherland-
The birthplace:
Of Philosophy
Of Democracy,
Of Tragedy, and
Of the Olympic Games.
Sleep you, immortal heroes of freedom, sleep!
Let your blessed souls roam onto the Elysian fields, and
Let yourselves enjoy the company of our
Forbears:
Of Hercules,
Of Achilles
Of Odysseus, and
Of Agamemnon
For
We stay vigilant guards instead of you
Ready to safeguard the values and ideals
For which you have fallen.
Ready to follow your footsteps, and
Ready to die for our land: Greece
Which
You have liberated after four hundred years of
Insufferable and tyrannical occupation.*
©Demetrios Trifiatis
25 March 2021
*The Ottomans captured Constantinople (Istanbul), which was
the capital of the Byzantine empire for eleven centuries, on the
29th of May 1453. Greece remained enslaved till the 25th of
March 1821, when we Greeks revolted against the oppressors' tyranny and after a long war, we managed to liberate ourselves!
Long live Freedom. Long Live Greece!
I miss her.
Maybe I should call her...
.............
"Come on man, is she really all that?"
Yeah.
She's U T T E R L Y
I
M
E
L
E
S
S
However, I don't miss her
The way old men miss the "good ol' days"
Or the way teachers miss capital punishment
Or the way boarding students miss their home
No.
I miss her
The way addicts miss their drugs
H
G
I
(When she's here I feel H )
The way gibbons miss their mates
(I did research on this, ok?)
The way left shoes miss the right shoes
(If she left , it would never feel right again)
..................
"What does she do to make you feel this way, man"
Well...
Her Smile Her Jokes
Her Eyes Her Hugs
Her Laugh. Her Strength
But also
Her Frown Her Complaints
Her Clumsiness Her Shin kicks
Her Cries Her Vulnerability
(I could keep going, trust me)
She's got a gorilla's grip on my heart
And call me sadistic but
I don't want her to let go
..............
"Damn, how many years has it been since you've spoken"
Years?
Nope.
72 hours.
"Yikes."
The desiccated book feels lighter than I remember,
its leather cover softer,
the seventeenth century binding more fragile.
The inside cover reveals a name,
written with sharpened quill and calligraphic skill,
capital letters flaring in black ink.
To add my name would desecrate.
This can never be mine,
I'm just the steward for a generation.
In spite of Atlantic travel on wooden ship,
and long seasons of silence,
its content remains unweakened.
Aging pages bend with ease,
inviting eyes to sup and linger,
taste the unfamiliar,
Connect with someone never met,
bond to the one speaking
to an uncertain future.
His words make their impression,
influence feelings, change opinions,
affect another beyond the grave.
Although its body slowly tatters,
some pages soiled and torn,
the untarnished message awaits the next protector.
Love seems to be loved most of all
it's a subject that's always number one
people turn to it so very easily
one's affections capture it bar none
There seems to be a bias always
when one mentions it's meaning
ladies especially love all it's tones
brightens their faces to be gleaning
The song says 'we all need love'
it makes the world go around
jewellers would be poorer without it
without it more trees would be found
But there's a lack of real true love
one that would show unselfishness
putting the other first before self
brings true samaritan full of goodness
So show love in it's deepest meaning
display it high and with capital L
be really biased round your bend
making others wish to ring your bell!
Power v Light
Earth v Heaven
in a LeftBrain open NonZeroZone
CoArises a hybrid North/South dipolarizing flow
structure
Intuitive dynamic flow
RightBrain felt
as actively hoped for
oncoming climax summer
Great GreenTransition ReTurn
We long to Here/Now excel
at spring thaw startups
on-line mashups
standouts
and sit-ins
polyculturally combined
initiating transitional blood red
to rich green multicultural
gold restoring rules
restorying EarthJustice action.
Resilient change,
begun with win/win dialogical talking
yet also with more win/lose straight white privileged
patriarchal balking
autonomously stalking
planning persons
may repetitively,
even ritualistically, begin
Love life systems in Earth revolving Time
and slow grown jazz
restoring green spring thawing blues, left
loves matriarchal right nurturing
nutritional wombs
Instead of pushing upstream
against co-gravitating generations
of light and power
beyond win/lose accepting
humane ego sensory seasoned identification
left brain dominant denominating
steely mortal Final Transition
Into ego/eco-systemic regeneration
for Earth's still living,
hopefully thriving,
extended family tree
root systems
Pandemic climate surviving
through white winter
of patriarchally privileged discontent
providing
protecting
punishing
provoking
hard-birthing cold ZeroSum capital
incorporated Win/Lose
tricky
sticky supremacist infestments
Unbalancing cooperative
natural/spiritual
Power/Light
Earth/Heaven
in a LeftRight bicameral Brain
Midway open
Both/And dipolarizing
creolizing
hybridizing
Ego/EarthConscious NonZero-Zone
empowering co-acclimation
enlightening green STEAM
co-empathic experience,
sacred re-connecting Memories.
Only One
‘Only one woman!’ My old friends often told me
We worked together in restaurants in the capital of
in my homeland in Budapest
These guys came from the Middle East, colleagues
Now everyone lives in different countries and places
Far from our meeting point. Me too
Why only one? Because God created one for one
These men were right. Different cultures in our time
I am far away, but they are close
to God
Only one
One only
God, it is
It is, God
According to Dictionary. Com, as an adjective, the word divine refers to
God or a deity. As a noun, divine (often capital) is another term for God.
By such a definition, there is absolutely nothing divine about the human soul.
If we were already divine and equipped with a divine nature, why would we need God's grace, forgiveness, and righteousness? The two words (Divine Souls) should not be caught in the same sentence. There is no divine spark within any of us, waiting to be ignited. If our souls are indeed divine, then Christ's death was of no value. We get excited at the thought of it, but it
just isn't so. We want to believe that we are intrinsically good, but it just
isn't so. Satan, Adam, and Eve put out any possible hope of such a spark.
We are born in sin and shaped in iniquity, separated from God.
God is the source of divineness, and we are disconnected from Him.
Religion says otherwise, but God and the Bible say that We are lost,
and Christ alone imparts righteousness upon us via the cross.
Long before there was a human soul, there was a creature(lucifer)
whose quest was to become divine. In his own words, he said,
“I will ascend to the heavens;
I will raise my throne
above the stars of God;
I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly,
on the utmost heights of Mount Zaphon.[a]
I will ascend above the tops of the clouds;
I will make myself like the Most High.”
Isaiah 14:13-15.
However, Lucifer failed in his feeble attempt like any others after him
who should be so arrogant as to aspire to such a realm.
BodyLove feels like muscular energy,
while MindLove emerges synergies,
mind affluent fertile feelings…
Not in any way dissonant with BodyLove health,
ideally
to grow maturing relational wealth also ecologically balanced
EgoAnthro ReGenerate Positive Psychology
HealthAsWealth EarthTribal MindBodies.
That is,
I feel like we can
and do, sometimes,
grow more athletic in our love capacities,
our cooperatively positive energy.
We can grow from loving just one little Ego
into loving ourselves within a quasi-functional family,
emerging more maturely into a kinda screwed up,
but benignly cooperative as originally intended, species
impatiently sometimes
too patiently other times
working through distinctions and tensions within
loving others as ourselves,
and loving and not loving some of our behaviors,
our communications,
our relationships and transactions with our kids,
our spouses but our colleagues too,
our neighbors as global residents do,
our fellow lovers exercising our cooperatively intended behaviors
of would-be perfect mind with body lovers.
I do believe we can train ourselves
and maybe even each other,
how and why to become healthier,
grow mindful,
merge more inclusive of our own,
and other’s negative behaviors,
“enemies” speaking our mutually imperfect tensions,
dissonances of misunderstanding,
misprioritizing capital-centric investments
over our cooperative (0)Riginal Intent.
This dissonance, though
suffering and loss,
anger and fear disruptions into our current love capacities,
expanding out toward a globally extending family
of regeneratively intended health-with-safety lives,
Where PowerFlexing monocultural bodies
are healthy organisms,
so are polycultural outcome stretching minds
wealthy socialisms
breathing and beating and dancing
toward global compassion
of one divinely nondual co-arising mindbody,
evolving our economic health
as politically cooperative YangYin
AgapeMind/ErosBody wealth.
Communications among organic creations
of sacred EarthMother
are overwhelmingly rooted
in nonverbal
nonviolent communion
Complex evidence of things
within relationships of feeling
and touch,
creatures seen
and heard,
recreations smelled
and tasted,
cognitive awareness of purpose
and intuitive integrity for meaning
sacred smooth full-wombed
woked mindedness
We are, together,
at our best,
on and in and for and of
Earth's rest
in solidarity play day,
compassionate communion
of verbal humane purposes
and nonverbal divine meaning
unspoken yet repurposing
Compassion's enchanting communion
turns movement into dance,
reincarnates muses into instruments
of recreative music,
covers ecofeminist songs
of indigenous wisdom,
evokes birdsong joy
and pensive grey choired mourning,
shushes ebbing and
sloshes inhaling surf,
murmurs in babbling brooks,
capital infested crooks
speaking suffering sibilant servants.
Nonverbal communion
does not bring roaring evidence
for falsely claimed wealth risks
against universal democratic health.
Sacred integrity
proposes a good faith alternative
to zero-sum
win-lose competitive
compromised organic trust.
Earth's meaningful
richly resonant
robustly resilient Tribes
nonverbally know,
regeneratively believe,
feel with redundant cultural integrity
Our univocally global economic need
to advance ecologically healthy opportunity
While minimizing unwealthy
unwise partisan disempowering risks
to this profoundly communing
politically living
regenerative planet
for verbal and nonverbal persons,
quieter peaceful plants,
and all sentient incorporations
organically communicating,
communing beings
health becoming
True purposive effects
and Beautiful
meaning full yet soundlessly nonverbal
causes felt
as sacred needed
and positively wanted
co-passionate
co-operative
communicating
green EarthMother communion.