Long Conditions Poems
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God's oral,
and Gaia's ancient ****
naturally spiritual laws
are win/win discursive,
not win/lose debating,
when climate polycultural conditions
are democratically healthy thriving
Not blaming,
judging,
shaming,
cursive,
as when monoculturing colonizations
of EurAsians autocratically
and kleptocratically sick
and barely monotheistically surviving
curiously endure inhumane denial
of runaway capitalist win/lose
LeftBrain dominant
straight white patriarchal
lose/lose ego/eco-fading systemic nihilism
Repression of ecowomanist mindfulness
lustiness
integrity
bilateral resilience
Suppression of post-traumatic climate stress disorder
Depression
of PolyCultural Sacred Law
for and of
humane sensory EarthTherapeutic Justice
Musical
mindfully mused
meditative medication
as Blue/Green
4/4
Who Are We For?
regenerative rhythmed
co-passioned
deeply resonant peace.
Broken, abandoned
....done
But then you show up
...THE one
Anger poured forth
Like a whip in the wind
I could not endure YOU
YOU, always have to win
I didn't know love
Was some kind of sick game
Where people did horrible things
Then attached your sacred name
Nope....
......but, then
...........HOPE
.......................threw me a golden rope
Oh, but I had conditions
I would never again, do religion
Rules never saved anyone
And makes for too many cooks in a kitchen
If I'm walking, we are TALKING
If I have things to know, you alone, can show
...........TRUTH
No more freakin' lies
About how magic happens in the heart
When you appear to a child
Who hasn't had a moment to even start
..........longing
What, were you marking territory
Making me some grand story
No matter how much healing
Still seems like life is stealing
.......innocence
I have walked, talked, and even balked
At "THE WAY" humans must travel
Choice points a fist, even now
As faith in religion begins to unravel
.....and we, the judge
...................reach for the gavel
There is no reconciling the wayward mind
.........to THAT HEART
............that LOVES, humanity
....................even unto to death
I lie prostrate before my KING
Though LOVE would allow me to stand
His holiness is sacred beyond thought
And anything this mind is allowed to understand
............HE IS GOD
................the end.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04/04/2020
Why do you stand to stare, old man,
Over these fields of grass,
It must be a terrible boring time,
There's nothing here to see.
No, nothing now, but I look with inward eye,
For twenty thousand years did pass
Since I meditated upon this place.
Then was a time before
Mans convenience held sway,
All life bowed before his blade
Of Ozymandien ascendence.
See the mighty herds
Throng all the plain,
The rapt hunter
Every tendons ardour,
For intention, evolutions need.
The air dances under
Gossamer wing, sun delighting
In the dazzling ferment of a
Million colourful insects,
Each a miracle, in
Their congruent niche.
Stand present and see,
Be part of the paragon
Of flight, that is the swift.
Its display of perfect harmony
Brings joy to the soul,
To know life is beautiful
In its own completeness.
Life has come from
Millions of years to bless.
Each form, a piece evolved
To fit the jigsaw of existence.
The mountains rise and fall
In time beyond human mind,
Following on evolutions train.
Infinitely complex are the
Relations each to all and each
To their conditions of life.
But the barman calls time
And Lil will not look up
To smell the roses.
When I get home from work
There's kids to feed,
They don't keep themselves clean,
Who goes to the shop,
The endless miles of
Tarmac don't cover themselves
In little metal boxes.
When do I get to
Have a good time.
I didn't ask for us
To plough the fields and
Scatter death upon the land.
Didn't Abraham give the
Animals of the field, the
Fishes of the sea, the
Birds of the air,
To do as we will.
But that was after the flood,
Edens memory still stands
Of before man came to the plough.
The mono crops of human farm
Evolutions ecology cannot bare.
Evolution is life,
Mechanism and result.
Without the one
There is no other.
Divergence is lifes creed,
Not mans, that occupies
All natures space.
In the first year after we first met
There was something was there. That spark
In each other’s hearts. The value exchanged
During the time we spent together.
In all seasons and in all weather. Having you
Apart of my life’s everyday experience feel
Better. The love we said we had for each other
Was so inspiring and uplifting to me.
Of Course, there was a time in my life where I thought
I would not find anyone that I could tell them
I loved and cared for them and they tell me
The same whenever we talked over the phone
Or in person whenever they called my name.
But these days all I sense is that we disagree and
Blame instead of seeing the bigger picture the
The focus becomes on the structure of the frame.
All the prayers and pleads to keep our bond intact
Could not make up for all the conversations and mentality
of the fear of uncertainty and lack, we are supposed to heal &
Lift each other up rather than come together with glasses fractured
And half empty.
There are times when I feel like I have to recharge, so I come to you from a
Place of wholeness, however as years passed I felt your love for me fade like it was severed from a two-edged blade, all I wanted with you was a stable foundation where we are both on the same page. Whenever I open up to you about my experiences and the way I feel about what I am going or growing through. My words are taken as if you think I’m complaining which I am not.
Listen carefully at the love language of my heart; our love for each other is not supposed to be based on terms and conditions, there is no fine print you being with me and me being with you.
I fell in love with him the way
A mother falls for her newborn
Hard, fast and without any inhibitions
Loving completely without conditions
With a love that is alive and essential
Love like this doesn’t come around but once
It happens that I found him in my same town
Alive and willing to give from his heart’s core
Deliverance for me, a promise and a dream
More than a feeling – a feeling that believes
Everything that happens has it’s reason
The reason for this love is given from the Creator
It is love so giving and willing to listen
That brings life to the giver and the receiver
Life that is full of passion rising from forever
Like a tender whisper echoes in the heart
The feelings brought about by his warmth
Were filling me with a sense of purpose and fulfillment
Feelings that were wise, strong and overpowering
Touching me in places I’d never imagined
Heaven knows the spirit’s fire and resilience
The way a shadow of insight fulfills broken promises
Reflecting the sunlight across the blackest nights
Sending a wealth of wisdom through the senses
Gentleness that teaches inspiration has a purpose
A rose in bloom might fade away as petals fall
But a love this strong will grow more intimate
More promising and passionate with the passing
Of time, like a rhyme that needs only be written
Proving the intuition, the vision, of the author
Feelings this clever and wise, so clear they grasp desire
With both hands, both hearts, both hopes, both dreams
Opening up the inner yearnings to be blessed and fortunate
Enough to realize that God has given them a gift that lives
On the inside, where nothing and no one can destroy it
Love is God’s sweetest gift to His children
And I know love like this is timeless, everlasting
A sensation that is adoring, tender and willing
To bring truth into the open where it can be shared
Between two lovers who know love answers prayers!
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5/29/18
My Sister Lover
Only the dead are smiling.
To Console a broken heart takes strength
Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.
It took thirty long years
To unraveled the mystery of a lopsided affairs
She had love with conditions,
Only a few could ever endure
Finally, it came to an end with a confrontation
She said, is she the other woman?
Lost in the moment of truth
His jaws drops while he mumbles the words
And said…….I has no idea what you’re talking about Ruth
The music will go on forever,
While the night is still young
But a liar will always carry a twitchy eye
And the breathe of a skunk
My sister lover
We all knew him,
But she never knew his a quiet, somber demeanor".
It’s the timing of the beats in the song that matter
Gag long old friend, go long!
Spread your seeds amongst the thorn of hell
While your sexual fetishes moves to an unexpected object
“Let called her his night rider”
The future won’t arrive with trumpets—
no brass echo to herald salvation,
no golden scroll unrolled beneath a bleeding sun.
It will leak,
like soft radiation through the seams of our sleep,
like forgotten news,
scrolling endlessly
on a screen no one is watching.
It begins now—
in the blinkless eye of the surveillance bee,
the hum of servers beneath a monastery,
the last human artisan
training a machine to imitate his flaw.
You’ll know it not by shock,
but by substitution.
Paper becomes pulse.
Pulse becomes code.
Code becomes command.
And command becomes silence.
Children will be born
with their names chosen by polling algorithms,
their dreams shaped by trending searches,
their lullabies curated
by nostalgia engines
that remember the smell of a mother's milk
better than she does.
We will speak less.
Words will decay into tags,
syllables shaved thin for speed.
Poets will be relics—
their verses fed to machines
to train a better algorithm for heartbreak.
And God—
He will still exist,
but buried beneath
a stack of Terms and Conditions.
You may click “I agree”
to access divine grace.
Heaven will have a two-step verification.
There will be beauty still—
but filtered,
monetized,
optimized for engagement.
A sunset will mean nothing
unless enough strangers
press the heart.
We will not wage wars with weapons,
but with bandwidth.
A nation may fall
because someone whispered
the wrong idea
into the wrong server at 3 a.m.
But listen:
there will also be
moments.
Resistances
that do not make headlines.
A blind man learning Braille
from a hologram of his late wife.
A child growing tomatoes
on Martian dust,
singing to them
because no one told her not to.
There will be
a final poet.
He may live in a cave,
or on the edge of a server farm,
tapping rhythms into stone
or quantum keys,
writing in languages
long abandoned by commerce.
And when the last god blinks
from the neural sky—
when the last AI falls silent,
having failed to understand
why a tear fell
during a kiss—
he will remain.
In his blood:
syntax.
In his breath:
rebellion.
In his silence:
a future worth dreaming.
Because the future has no eyelids—
but we do.
And in the darkness between blinks,
the soul still speaks,
quiet,
glorious,
human.
Fear the times, my friend,
When people die of a horrible disease
And the rest, the healthy ones,
The young ones,
Are dancing in the streets
As though celebrating:
The agony
The suffering, and
The dying
Of
Their fellow men
Without
Respecting anyone's grief
And
Without caring for anybody else but
Themselves.
Fear, these times, my friend,
For
These are the times that
God, our Lord, would show His wrath to
The rest of the world
Because
His holy command, to love one another,
Has been disobeyed in the most
Unholy way!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 April 2021
*While thousands of people worldwide die every day because of COVID-19 under terrible conditions and alone, hundreds of thousands of young and not so young are dancing and celebrating in the streets. This happens in Greece as it happens in many countries around the world, without these people to think of the consequences of their actions!
Is that compassion? Is that love? Is that humanity?
P.S. I have lost five relatives and close friends to Coronavirus within the period of a month. RIP.
If I would humbly pray beyond
The greed of my own wants
And ask the Lord to please respond
With His will to always be done
I believe I would have a chance
To worship in a way He accepts
In a genuineness that would dance
As David once sent up his praise
If I could ask the Lord to bless
Another precious soul in need
I wouldn’t have to take a guess
At the joy He would send to me
I believe His unconditional love
Follows the authentic petition
Of one who knows to speak of
Someone else’s hopes and needs
If I might acknowledge His gifts
The ways He sends me blessings
Giving thanksgiving that shifts
My heart toward His own purposes
I believe He would answer the appeal
With mercy, grace and assurance
That the answer He is giving as I kneel
Is one that is perfectly agreeable
If I were to venture toward worshiping
With praises that ring truer each day
There isn’t a doubt the eternal King
Would bless my every supplication
I believe that I can do God’s will
Through praying with a generous spirit
Toward the many who He would instill
A spirit of hope, faith and love without conditions.