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Glowing days that were once red-cheeked and ripe with promise,
Are narrowing like tall candles in a church window,
Tapering from the golden stand and the sturdy base,
To the glorious flame and the ever fading light.
The final birth of dreams that was once distant and cold,
Is now close, closer, ever closer.
The imminent darkened clouds of doubt, that haunt the wise,
Are now gathering close to form a ghostly shadow,
That will create a vast tempest, in a quiet place,
And a mighty torrent that will quench the firelight.
Unyielding waves of fear that are rising in the old,
Are now near, nearer, ever nearer.
To have once coveted the blue from the autumn sky,
Embraced the fallen leaves of a giant maple tree,
To have jumped into water without wondering why,
Leaped joyfully in the warm sand near the emerald sea.
Having playfully chased off the petulant sea gulls,
Broken twigs to build a fire against night’s attack,
Held tight in your strong hands the soft feathers of eagles,
And kissed a beautiful girl on the nape of the neck.
To have laughed at the tetchy clock ticking in the hall,
And smoked each distressing regret like a cigarette,
Knowing it would certainly give cancer of the soul,
The narrowing compels the pining heart to forget.
When forced to consent to the lessening of a day,
And to accept the waning of a moonlit heaven,
To wonder if the path taken was the only way,
Is to live in mortal fear inside a peaceful den.
To be ordered to find gratitude in the calming,
And to find a moments peace in the resignation,
Is not the purpose of the dancing and singing,
This game is but a trial of the imagination,
God has left the beautiful forest unattended,
There is no lesson, design or celestial rule,
To search for meaning is to invite eternal dread,
It takes a saddened, embittered mind to be that cruel.
An elegance can be found in the narrowing,
As memories line together like a pearl necklace,
And clouded moments vanish and amount to nothing,
And all are gently buried with red velvet and lace.
Love the narrowing, set in a purposeless blue sky,
Not because winter nights have become less frightening,
Or the smoldering summer days have now lost their sting,
But as there is no truth in the trumpet or the drum,
It is just a walk among the flowers of freedom.
And a laughing stroll through the narrowing of wisdom.
Young man sitting next to me
on the grass,
I asked him,
If I am depressed can you help me?
I heard his voice,
I will expect you to feel alive
never look back
go on with your life
I'll bring you back home
and will never leave
you alone.
When I am chilly young man?
will you cover me
with your coat
protect me from thunder
and rain?
I will carry you under the tree
shield you till the sunrises.
Young man, I lost everything
and I am trying to survive,
will you help me?
I will reason with you
as some things in life are made
not to last forever.
Young man if I am crying
as I live daily only
as an image
walking dead as a tool
which makes me feel
like a fool?
I will wipe your tears
embrace you,
search for a way to please you
and make you proud
of who you are.
Young man if I need a friend
how will you help me?
I will befriend you forever,
lean towards sharing,
consent to create a harmonious
lovable atmosphere
till you sense never
be solo again.
Young man if I want to kill myself
as my injuries can never heal
it's my soul's wounds
what will you do?
I will forbid you to do that,
but enforce you to predict
your happiness
use your vigor to promote
your emotions
steal success
and throw away failure.
Acknowledge your age
to improvise
what is best for you,
as looking backwards
can have an impact
on your life.
Young man,
I need my children
I live in agony
an era that seems seamless
without them.
Inform them to grab me away
as my heart is heartless
unstable.
Beg them to stand by
to pick up the broken pieces
before it is irreparable.
Will you do that for me
young man?
Yes, I guarantee
they will rescue you
before dawn.
My friend young man
get me off the grass,
walk me to the bank,
please.
Arrived at the bank
holding his hand
she asked the teller
to bring out her
last 20$.
This is for you
to thank you for sitting
on the grass with me.
Young man
your image will be engraved
in my heart,
forever.
Therese Bacha
17/3/2018
We are living in the middle, you and I,
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Timothy Levi Hicks
Living in the Middle
Rules of life restrict us from infancy.
If instincts are true we thrive, each new lesson,
a cynosural guide to success, an urge to forget
those practices made to thwart happiness.
Spare spending habits, avoiding the seven deadly sins,
passages, and reaching for that metaphoric sky
Until, true love, that mystic carriage to what may be;
the chrysalis that cradles heightened mystery.
The inevitable enduring of drudge before we fly.
We are living in the middle, you and I.
There is much we live, reliant upon chance happenings.
What if we had never met? If our paths had never
intersected or, if they did, we failed to connect.
Missed the perfect moment when the sky was right
to usher in romance, the laws of allurement
that shaped 'Plaisir d'amor' in magical renderings.
The ardent awareness of simpler things;
Brilliant colors, ambrosial kisses and heavenly perfumes.
The harmony of mutual understandings
between butterfly beginnings-ethereal endings.
The eager phase of dreams, of promises made,
getting used to things- some expected, some not.
then the arduous art of forgiving.
Our consent to cherish common objectives.
Was it happenstance our love succeeded - or was it
Because we overlooked each other's flaws-
What we expected in the moment?
Two souls astounded to be of the same accord;
that a chance encounter could be the cause.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
Too quickly the paragraphs of time we rèad.
Hand in hand we strolled the pages of our years,
standing fast against misfortunes we emerged,
shaped by caring and forbearing hearts.
Refusing to imagine life devoid of one another,
fighting new adversity with every sinew.
Nothing earthly, or in heaven, can measure
this small eternity we have made ourselves.
No matter how circumstance may try to spin you,
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Suzanne Delaney
A Glosa
To sir with all my love. You are good to me and my family. I do not have a quarrel with you. It is great that you find beauty in the hills and relate it to my strip of land, forest of land, land of barren. If it had been from any other man than you to say this, they would hear the sound of thunder upon their face with my crimson top nails. They would feel their loins become red with a jack kick from my stiletto heels.
In truth I know that you speak of the beautiful sights and think of me. This is one of the reasons why I show my love for thee. You are me and I am you. Together we are the flesh to create new Xeroxes of us. If another spoke to me as a lover, then I would say, I only speak to my flesh in that way, so leave my sight. A woman’s love is a gift to a man that gives his love, respect to her. Some would say that you are not respecting me. well, to them I say, he does respect me. We are both liberal in how we communicate our love for one another. Watch the person you marry my lady, for he is showing his unfaithfulness behind your back with a friend or family member of yours. Do not berate my love for him speaking of his unquenchable love for me, worry about the lust of your man for other women and men to quench his thirst. My love goes me and only me. if he goes for another it is at my discretion. My vow to him is to only have his line. Also my vow is to let him take another one into your chamber. I am number one and only I can give the consent to that. For I am #1, the other girl is carrying our child in her belly. The second girl has his child, my step-daughter. Both of them were a gift to him from me. Still he is only in my chamber at night. Where is your man if not with your aunt, sister, mother, and cousin. Not to mention the ones in the red district.
To my love, do not be shocked, I told the berater the story to shock her, the story of those women. I retold her that the women were carrying out children. Still be weary my mate that I know of your heart and you know of mine. I k now those girls and you know them. They are still part of this family. Sister wives if needed my love. (smiles brightly and leaves the man with a blushing smile)
Today, finally, with:
Necessity,
Fate,
Destiny,
Karma and
Dharma,
Face to face I came
Who
All to me with great emphasis declared that
Their obedient child I ought to be
And
There was nothing, in my life I should ever,
Think, say or do, if first,
Their consent to me was not given!
Attentively and with great respect, their arguments, I heard
Making certain not to make any sound
But when, the courage in my heart, suddenly, I found
My voice I raised and daringly announced:
“Since your child I am then some of your powers in me you
Have invested
So as to do the things that you wish me, reality to make
Thus
Some sort of freedom I must possess, otherwise, I do not see
The reason into this life for which I was brought,
So
It seems to me that with you, I am a co-creator and as such
Have rights and responsibilities which you to me cannot deny
And the most sacred right of all is that of my FREEDOM which now,
With respect, I have from you to claim
For
My vocation to complete, as Providence expects from
Me to realize!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 November 2015
The record-keeper compiled a big book
Assuring us that he wasn't a crook
If we'd let him in he'd take a small look
So they'd ensure that we were off the hook
I soon recognized to my frustration
Fate took away my skilled occupation
They urged me to search for God's salvation
While I discovered my new vocation
The man of bank clout collected my gold
Fools praise greed and I wasn't feeling bold
There are far greater graces to behold
And I was taught to do as I've been told
The order came down from way up on high
If we longed for arms we'd need to apply
The speaker explained how they're our ally
And they'll protect us if things go awry
The king's men arrived with a deed in hand
Telling me I had to vacate his land
With weapons ready they served his command
Taking the home we toiled to build by hand
We shivered and starved without all our food
A penniless family forced to intrude
Living off the aid of our larger brood
Dehumanized by those deeming us crude
While foraging wood to provide heating
My precious wife took a vicious beating
In her eyes I could see life retreating
Until her anima ceased competing
Whilst on the street I heard the chaplain say
"Put faith in the word! Keep Satan at bay!"
I watched as my daughters turned ashen gray
Then the good Lord took my blessings away
I shuddered when they announced their decree
Just one thing left for them to take from me
They hauled me off while bowed on bended knee
To slave at their yoke with no chance to plea
Still stacked in that train awaiting defeat
I ponder how I accepted deceit
The cries of those here with me are replete
Lamenting our consent to the elite
I am aware of the dangers of being judgmental
When it comes to the so-called celebrity “faith leaders”
However, calling them out, in my opinion, is elemental.
I cannot understand how they can bathe themselves in luxury
Talking about the lowly Jesus and his teachings
At the same time, milking those living in abject poverty.
While most of the world’s population are hungry and cold
These perfect examples of hypocrisy and opulent greed
With novel political connections become increasingly bold.
Television evangelists have access to the homes of the masses
Selling listeners worthless, blessed doodads and trinkets
Under the laws for religious exemption, avoid paying taxes.
Astonishing statistics revealing some of their astonishing worth
Make me question whether some of these “preachers”
Would consent to their own life-changing regenerative rebirth.
Their finances come from those least able to contribute
Whose hard-earned money winds up in their deep pockets
But this, you can be certain, they will hasten to dispute.
One of these evangelists is said to be worth over $40 million
Travels in his own airplane, preaches a prosperity gospel
His palatial home (he owns two!) is worth over $10.5 million.
The richest “man of God” I will not name--might get sued,
But, it is said he is worth over $300 million dollars,
Flies in his three private jet planes, sometimes comes unglued.
Beware, beware the nefarious dealings of these rich hypocrites
Whose nebulous prophesies over time have never come true
They will surely be held accountable for their media-age blitz.
Written March 27, 2021
Original Sin is not the only kind of sin
There is another kind called Actual Sin
Which we ourselves commit
Actual Sin is any willfull thought
Desire
Word
Action
Or omission
Forbidden by the law of Eternal God
There are 2 kinds of Actual Sin
Mortal Sin
And Venial Sin
Mortal Sin is a grievous offense against the law of Eternal God
It is a grievous offense because it takes away the life of the soul
A serious or mortal sin drives our Divine Lord out of life of the one who commits it
Little boys and girls are not usually in danger of committing Mortal Sins
And if they commit venial sin on purpose when they are small
And do not try to avoid them
They will commit big sins when they grow up
To make a sin mortal these 3 things are necessary
1st the thought
Desire
Word
Action
Or Omission must be seriously wrong
Or considered seriously wrong
2nd the sinner must know it is seriously wrong
3rd the sinner must fully consent to it
Venial Sin is less serious offense against the law of Eternal God
Some Venial sins are deliberate
This means they are committed through fear
Or without thinking
If we are sorry afterwards
And do our best to improve
Our Divine Lord is pleased
A sin can be Venial in 2 ways slightly wrong
1st when the evil done is not seriously wrong
2nd When the evil done is seriously wrong
But the sinner sincerely believes it is only slightly wrong
Or does not give full consent to it
If you could picture me now, and here, by these familiar distant
waters, you might fasten on my journey, those
incalculable dark miles, think of the strangeness: these ghost
gums, ageless against a perfect blue sky,
rosellas swooping, to double their colours beneath the glittering surface –
not guessing the true difference falls somewhere else,
lies with the waters themselves, that must, like words, be ever changing,
ever moving on, and haven’t we always known this,
how we compel neither waters, nor words, to meanings they do not
consent to - how even these must dissolve, at last,
with the moments they imbue? It is what time should have taught
us, that there are no fixed or determined
truths, how the years do not advance us to some ultimate golden
knowledge, or last blaze of enlightenment;
what we have are these moments – trembling, floating through space
and time - each as precious as the last and the next:
the pasts we mourn,
the words we borrow,
the waters we sit by.
Dust to death of a mind of many.
"I'm so tired of pleasing others, from the front of faces of the fake, that they do not understand that my mind is open minded, than seeing the shallow side of life, these people question others but do not see of their own moves, today has truly made my point. My quotes are here to awaken, that you don't dare to cross...
My views and expressions are unheard-of, that seems to be the opposite of the reality of life to some.... I'm here to open minds yet they'll bring me down no matter of my own words of wisdom,
My ears burn on fire within this from the good and even the bad I've done,
But not one has viewed their own trauma... Just repeating words of others that don't exist, to secure their own fakeness and inside of a day that didn't happen the day you're in today, that corrupts their own thoughts towards others.
My view is so wrong it's right to others this one reason trust doesn't exist towards a story of love true love, of words that please the fake to raise their own fantasy.
So please if you are one of those please avoid me as I no longer have the energy to consent to my foolishness of life, please and do not contact me within a shallow mind, the words of love from any mouth means nothing to me nowadays, it's the true connections of my own dimensions the are warm but it indeed is rare...." -Ds-