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PASSIONS
On the deck of his life’s boat
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown
Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzling mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing into a labyrinth
Of faint speculations
The dilemma was his, knowing not where to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood:
Equally appealing
Equally accessible
Equally demanding!
He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort is a sound failure:
The riddle persists
The obscurity endures
The enigma remains.
Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.
Suddenly, his choleric aimless, and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy:
For control
Hungry for rule and
Thirsty for power
Arrogant, reckless hands and
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved
Reason: The illuminated helmsman
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.
Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived of its power
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning,
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and
Of shameful vice.
Then, as the sails of vanity and blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank into the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 January 2013
We’ve all lost or will lose someone we love…a family member, a friend
and we all know when that person dies…our love for them will never end.
We’re lucky our creators and Mother Nature have chosen to be kind…
as they remind us every day of their memories and the love they left behind.
Because our memories never sleep…because they flow like and endless stream.
they may visit us at anytime…why, they can show up in our dreams.
They may show up as we look out on a gleaming ocean or a field of glistening snow…
They may float into our minds as on a summer breeze they blow.
They may show up in the springtime…as the sunrise meets the plain…
They may land upon our shoulder in a gentle autumn rain.
Their memory may rise when we hear the wind whistling in the trees
or from a flock of birds in flight…
We may find a memory of them as we watch the clouds or on a moonlit starry night.
Yes, thinking when they die they are gone…would be a huge mistake…
for their memories stay with us…in our dreams and every moment we’re awake.
It’s a comforting thought…knowing we will always have memories of their love…
that we will always feel joy because our paths have intertwined…
And comforting to think someone will smile
as they’re reminded of our love…
and by a memory we’ve left behind
The Pious Wolf of the Parish
The candles in the parish hall sputtered, casting long, monstrous shadows against the stone walls. There sat Abid, cloaked in the sudden, sickening reverence of the townsfolk. He wore his piety like a freshly laundered shroud, his voice a low, honeyed venom as he pointed his finger at her.
"Wickedness," he whispered, and the word hung in the damp air like rot.
It was an old trap, a familiar nightmare. He had spun this web before, burying his own black deeds beneath a mountain of fabricated sins, all laid at her feet. Now, he sat enshrined among the elders, a wolf sheltered by the sheep, his past safely buried in the dark soil of their collective ignorance. He was the architect of her ruin, yet he sat immaculate in the glow of their unearned grace.
She opened her mouth to scream the truth, but the sound died in her throat. She looked at the blank, hollow eyes of the community. They were blind. They were deaf. The heavy silence of the room told her everything: her voice was dead to them, a ghost story they had already chosen to forget.
There is a calling on me, on you
I just don’t know how to answer
And it seems that I don’t know what to do
I’ve been tried and true
Ever faithful the view
Lord, I just wanna magnify you
Thank you-thank you
God is present
God is present
God is present
Even when your absent
And He’s ever blessing, ever blessing, ever blessing
Me
God is present
God is present
God is present
Even when your absent
And He’s ever blessing, ever blessing, ever blessing
Me
There is a chosen few
Whom will be allowed to view
The recreation of a new heaven and earth
I’ve been tried and true
Ever faithful the view
Lord, I just wanna magnify you
Thank you-thank you
God is present
God is present
God is present
Even when your absent
And He’s ever blessing, ever blessing, ever blessing
Me
God is present
God is present
God is present
Even when your absent
And He’s ever blessing, ever blessing, ever blessing
Me
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
10/25/18
Let me tell you a story about-
The Journey of Time.
In and out go the days;
where is time quickly going?
Not a second can you hold,
though endlessly it's flowing.
Through your fingers, like the sand,
time slips away from you;
each tiny grain, a moment full
of love for life, so true.
In and out go the years;
why is time's journey flying?
Born you were just yesterday;
tomorrow holds the dying.
Like the rolling waves of sea
time splashes on your shore.
You cannot catch a single spray-
and so, you wait for more.
In and out goes your life;
too soon- the journey's ending.
Time becomes just memories-
as the last of it, you're spending.
When the final wave rolls in
upon your shore one day-
gently ride it back to sea;
in calmness, drift away.
Eternity awaits you now;
no more days or years.
Just the peace of timeless time-
free of pain and fears.
April 20, 2022
Contest: Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme Chosen: #1 Journey
"HELP"
"SIT DOWN!"
"SHUT UP AND LISTEN!"
I know you,
And i love you!
I know everything there is to know about you,
Because i created everything that you are!
I wish you would give me a little credit!
I who made everything from nothing can certainly make something-
Of all that i am in you!
I can heal your self-inflicted wounds.
I can correct your mindless mistakes.
I can alter the course you have chosen in fear by revealing the path-
I have given you.
I love you!
I can pick you up when you fall.
I can come to where you have fallen and give you what you need to-
Get up on your own.
I can listen and i can talk,
I am not limited by time or distance.
I am not hindered by opinion polls or public sentiment.
I have a plan because i am the plan.
There is nothing you have that i need,
And everything you need i have because i created it all.
Now,
You have asked for help.
I can help you.
I have helped you.
I do help you.
And i will help you now that you have asked.
There is nothing i ask in return.
I ask not that you give back to me what i have given to you,
Because i already own it all.
I simply remind you of one thing.
If you truly want my help,
You must get out of my way!
Lay down the fear,
The anger,
The hatred,
The limitations that you place on my help.
Open your mind and heart to give love and be loved in everything you think.
Do,
And say,
Stop putting me on a schedule of when to help,
And telling me whom to help and why i should help.
If you truly want my help[,
Listen to me when i speak through others.
Listen to me in music.
In the wind,
And most of all in the silence.
If you actually want my help,
Come to me in your heart and ask for it.
Just as you have just done.
Each time you do,
Because you will do it again,
Know that i am here and that i will answer.
When i do,
Have the courage to listen!!!
IN THE CUSTODY OF HIS HOPE
The common denominator of human life
Rode his pale horse past our house today;
And our lessened numbers paid the price—
God had chosen—His will had been sent our way.
Grief, the child of love, came and prayed with us;
With shared emotions, we gathered in the relief of peace;
Consoled souls sang songs praising our friend, Jesus;
His loving care and glorious wonders never cease.
Our grief having had its appointed moment, we recalled
A childhood prayer that was once nightly prayed by us all:
“Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord, my soul to keep;
And if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.”
Tomorrow we will light candle flames of hope in a glorious resurrection;
Despite detours along the way, we never lost sight of God’s revelation!
STILLBORN
So like a tree
Inside a storm
Weeps her leaves
To save herself
So too you weep
A womb, your keep
Lonliness
You are inborn
Your tangled hair
In tortoise shell
Combs that hold
The shadows there
A heart in need
Allegro beat
A blackened well
Once wishes fell
With furrowed brow
The winds that howl
Beyond the walls
Are muffled now
The barren lea
But she is free
To fast and feast
The carnival
Inside the gloam
So one forlorn
A eulogy
For one, stillborn
roc
Gloam - The time of day immediately following sunset.
One winter I stood at the base of a very old, very tall tree. Her trunk of bark with it's deep groves and ridges reminded me of a well travelled road to a horizon where the branches canopied chaotic to infinite possible futures never chosen.
The Code of Resilient
*A Manifesto for the Unbreakable Spirit*
1. **Honor the Fall**
See failure not as defeat, but as a rite of passage. Every setback is a mentor in disguise.
2. **Breathe in Chaos, Exhale Grace**
In the storm, find rhythm. Respond, don’t react. Calm is your chosen weapon.
3. **Forge Through Pain**
Let hardship sculpt your character. Growth is often cloaked in discomfort.
4. **Speak with Truth, Even When Your Voice Trembles**
Courage isn't the absence of fear—it’s action in the face of it.
5. **Adapt Relentlessly**
Change is the only constant. Flex, pivot, evolve—resilience is fluid, not rigid.
6. **Carry Light in the Dark**
Hope is not naive. It is radical defiance in the face of despair.
7. **Stand for Others**
Community breeds courage. The resilient lift as they climb.
8. **Rest Without Guilt**
Resilience is not about relentless motion. It’s about knowing when to recover.
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# 4 in the Motivational Series. (Regarding overcoming child abuse and trauma)
I threw away the mask
You said you wouldn’t have left, if I hadn’t told you to
My words were that of a fifteen year old, what was I to do?
I risked abandonment again and got it in my face
As you ran away with glee to your new place
You were the adult, able to take yourself away
Regardless of what happened to me that day
I tell you now, I am the adult and I choose what is best!
For me, for my life and all the rest!
I know you can’t accept the way that I feel
But I will and I have always chosen to be real!
I threw away the fake family mask long ago
I took my own path, as you very well know
I am not a mold for you to manipulate, abuse and bend!
This is not a path that you can bring to an end!
You cannot cast a fishing pole and catch me on a line
You cannot reel me back and expect me to be fine
Don’t forget the fire burned, when you stood with that chief!
While your child was tortured and evil took life like a thief!
Heidi Sands
1/8/19