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An Excerpt of the Voices in My Head

"Cured" by the medication, my mind goes numb
Is feeling nothing better than feeling it all?
Screaming in my head becomes a constant drum
Do people really love me or can I not recall?

They say to me that I act okay, like I'm totally fine
But behind closed doors I'm crumbling
So where do I draw the line?

I have a list of names I want forever seared out of my head
The fire can burn but I won't feel it anyway
Am I scarred until I'm dead?

When the ducts finally hit their peak
And the tears they overflow
You can call me such a freak
But the lines on my thighs don't show

Cuts and slices, blood on keys
Call it my mental disease
Flashbacks play like pictures on a film
And my thoughts, they grow so dark and dim

They tell me I'm strong to carry it all
That I should feel proud that I remain still alive
But when the weight cracks my fragile facade
I'm doomed to watch everything fall

One is the crying, the sadness it brings
Two is the pretending, the smiles I enact
Three is the screams, the echoes, the lies
Four is the nightmares, that haunt me to sleep
Five is the images that cause me to scream
Six is the knife into my own skin
Seven is the death I will ensure upon them

In this life, or the next...


Premium Member Nowhere To Turn But Wait - In Trump's Own Words

God knows I tried
I've done my best,
Restored our pride
Aced every test.

Who only knew
Who could have guessed,
What lies would spew
From Socialists possessed.

The vote was rigged
The Media lied,
My fans all twigged
But cast aside.

The courts were bought
Judges aloof,
No cheaters caught
Democrats screaming "Where's the proof?"

My wife fast packing
My kids all gone,
Fast losing backing
But “bring it on”!

They think I'm done?
Washed up to rot?
Again I'll stun
Enact my plot.

Just lie in wait
Watch Biden flail,
All will then gyrate
Back to me, the holy grail.

Until then a little fun
Parties galore and adoration,
Florida golfing in the sun,
Itching for that call to lead the Nation.
Form: Rhyme

G'Day Jack Oz Is Calling

Tribute

You are a wonderful human being and a man of many talents Jack Ellison for all your many achievements. 
Age is only number - your charismatic persona and optimism shines through your poems.

I’m honored to be your friend. Thanks for your poem ‘An Aussie Sweetie’ and for the Laughs.

Weather forecast Sydney Bondi Beach tomorrow…
Hot, Sunny with a ‘slight swell’.
So still on in front of the Bondi Beach Pavilion tomorrow?
Oops! I hope I don’t get you into trouble with this one!

Enjoy our musical greeting from the late and great Aussie - Slim Dusty in true Oz style. 

Such a wealth of talent this Cool guy Jack
Lives in freezing temperatures and that’s a fact
Dreams of a hot Aussie beach to re-enact 
In the Land Down Under his ardour asunder
He pops a popper to celebrate the wonder
Of ‘Knockers’ galore and for sure naught a lack
Oh Glorious Days! His libido is back

A song by Slim Dusty ‘G'day G'day’ – inspired by the great ‘land down under’ - Australia
Form: Rhyme

Reverse Orbitz

Mach my words, that time travel aye
foresee (rather than being 
     at a stand still, nee frozen 
     analogous to cry

oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly 
     going backwards) 
     this chap doth espy
great breakthroughs, 

     asper similar advances this guy
   i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I
learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette) 
     the Burmese doctoral 
     engineering student Kai 
     Sir Von Wilhelm Harris 

     made profound advances within 
     advanced combined research 
     laboratory of rocket surgery 
     and brain science set my
mouth ajar 
     (with rivulets of drool spilling forth) 

constructing a simple 
     to assemble gizmo (avail able 
common household materials 
     rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable 

Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera 
     which accidental discovery 
     automatically codified feign 
     top secret "FAKE" news to enable 
  
boot (simply for formality sake) 
     code named Clark Gable
yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy) 
     to con Vince sing lee 

     foster an inimitable
mystique, button truth 
     for general public to unzip noble 
     no red bull) knowable

handy escape to past or future 
     and essentially unlocked laudable
simple "household solution" 
     to become the latest craze
 
     (synonymous with an opiate - manageable
minus addiction, conviction, 
     and excruciation viz zit operable 
via needle marks of the masses 

     within a fortnight necessary 
     supplies sans quantifiable 
while Das Donald Trump 
     could enact legislation satisfiable

knowing majority being 
     totally tubularly oblivious unalterable
measures permanently infringing on inalienable 
     rights such as life, liberty 
     and the pursuit of winnable pacification.

Premium Member Akashic Records

Akashic records

Akashic records
stores joy and discords,
with each flicker tracked,
on earth we enact.

Time herein stands still,
replaying our will,
which we may review,
from love’s point of view.

What holds true ascends,
whilst falsehood descends,
that purged in love’s flame,
soul and God be same.

Ego’s a bubble,
causing us trouble,
which once laid to rest,
each breath is soul’s crest.

Aliveness, a pulse,
everywhere at once.
As part of the whole,
each soul plays it’s role.

Love’s the only rule,
in this earth life school;
our innate essence,
soul’s luminescence.

Be still thus to know,
debts of love we owe
are gifts to ourself
and to God Himself.

29-July-2022

Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records
Form: Jueju


Premium Member Crisis In America, the Wall - a Perspective

We the people, of the United States of America, choose to live in harmony.

As respectful citizens under the protection of our laws,

That we, the people, have established in this great Republic of these United States.

When any nation is overwhelmingly threatened,

By those who choose to break their protective laws,

And disrupt their harmonious way of life, in any way, shape or form,

Then we, the people, must enact jurisprudence to defend it similarly,

In any way, shape or form, and if such counter-measures,

Be the wall, then let it be done.

Any act that will not result in bloodshed,

That is, to cause injurious harm and or death of another's life,

Unless it is something that they themselves have created,

To which the end results in the effect,

Will be deemed as an act of caution on both sides of the wall.

Present and future expenditures of the existing conditions,

Outweighs the cost of the wall,

And members in Congress who are in opposition,

Has so far offered disputable counter proposals.

We The People

Of The United States

In Order To Form

A More Perfect Union

Establish Justice

Insure Domestic Tranquility

Provide For The Common Defense

Promote The General Welfare

And Secure The Blessings Of Liberty To Ourselves

And Our Posterity

We are proud of our

Past accomplishments

And humble of our

Past inabilities

At present, we are stacked, 

Against formidable odds,

As a nation, indecisive in itself,

Instills indifference, both here and abroad,

As the American people faces their most fearless foe,

For a nation's future has yet to unfold.
Form: Prose

My Crucifixion

My Crucifixion 

One of a few regrets, I face my mortality
Time spent in dissension, self imposed exile
I face my God, drop in prayer asking for reprieve
My penance; life, my sentence; life
In what else can I believe

Judge, jury, and executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
I see things that most do not want to see
Blood on my hands
My own blood from my own crucifixion
Feeling things that most do not want to feel 

I’m facing demons, living nightmares 
As I am forced to look inside at the real me
Who I was, who I am, different yet the same
Fighting through the battles, torn and scarred
The only way to get over the shame

We all make mistakes, admitting it or not
I too was only created in an image
Falling short, falling hard, bottomless abyss
Truly sorry for the paths that I may have strayed
For the monsters I’ve created

Still I have become my judge, my jury, and my own 
executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion 
Seeing things that I don’t want to see
Judge, jury, and executioner
Pontius Pilate at my crucifixion
Feeling things that I don’t want to feel
Blood on my hands
My own blood from my own crucifixion
Believing things that I don’t want to believe,
And all in the name of repentance...

Bless me father for I have sinned,
With my first breath of life I became tied to you
With a never-ending need for forgiveness
Always sorry for the very way of the world

As if through death I could enact a change...
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Don'T Just Whisper

1.
WHAT?

Are we going to enter the ill-fated whirlpool of
Unintelligible madness, and let calamitous folly,
Anchor its obscure ships of destruction in our
Harmonious hearts?

Or

Are we going to follow the discerning star of
Glowing reason and allow lustrous wisdom
Institute its simmering dominion in our
Tormented minds?

2.
Are we going to constantly give fortified shelter to
Detrimental fears and permit fatal pessimism
Establish its depressing presence,                                                             
In our serene lives?

Or

Are we going to evict, detrimental dread, from our
Excruciating consciousness and relinquish vivifying
Optimism to enact its invigorating message,
All over our agonizing planet?

3.
Are we going to stand, apathetically still in front of
Virtue’s constant devastation and grant mean vice,
Permission to grow  its abominable fruit of injustice
In our loving society?

Or

Are we going to become vigorously implicated in
Rectitude’s resurrection by putting up a gallant fight for
The condemnation of dreary crime,
In our fearful world?

4.
Are we going to let fading belief steadily degenerate our
Blazing ethics and permit sinister infamy, build its
Damnable empire of anarchy, in our
Mystic souls?

Or

Are we going to work, with ever-expanding zeal to
Revive glittering morality by sanctioning compassion and
Regenerating empathy and bringing harmony in
Our damned society?

5.
Are we going to sacrifice illustrious truth on the
Wicked altar of self-interest and endure venomous lie
Undisturbed to flourish in the midst of our
Community? 
  
Or

Are we going to courageously strive against the
Catastrophic falsehood by allowing rapturous
Veracity thrive and blossom within
Ourselves?

6.
Are we going to remain helpless prey of
Mischievous hatred and grand carnivorous war the
Permit to destroy and devour life on
Eternal earth?

Or

Are we going to transform ourselves to
Charitable giants and give birth to everlasting peace and
To ever-enduring love for every fellow
Living being?

7.
If your choice is not the former but the latter, my 
Loving friend,

Then

Do not just whisper but ROAR! 








©   Demetrios Trifiatis
      16 December 2020

Premium Member Asteroid

Sixty-five million years B.C.
No human being around to see
Near total extinction: a catastrophe
Heaven knows when the next one will be

Astronomer Bob, didn't expect to see
Speeding on its lethal trajectory 
NASA insist it shall pass safely by
Lowlife reporter exposes that lie

Three days remain to atone for our sin
Many men turn to beer, whisky or gin
Mothers on knees beseeching the sky
Clutching their children they openly cry

Two days remain to face our worst dreads
And ponder the lack of atomic warheads
Some say a couple of well focused hits
Our nemesis shattered to vaporised bits

One day remains to reflect on humanity
Many enact hedonistic insanity
Others pen memoirs hand written at speed
Futile indulgence for no man to read

And lo is the sky ignited ablaze
Searing the vision of man’s final gaze
Impact tremendous but count not the dead
For it simply flattened my grandfather’s shed
Form: Rhyme

Enimies Of My Breath

Enemies Of My Breath.

Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks!

With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms.

Like a volcano I erupt with the rage of gia the mother of storms,

As my wings flap upon your backs, I enact the four winds upon your heels!

Like lightning I arouse fear within your minds, and dishearten your allies!

Driven like the rivers of time, I erode your terrain, and bring you to ground zero.

Just as I breath the last of my stamina, I consequently the elements unearth you once again.

As my incursion enacts itself upon their society, it rupters like an artery and spays your offspring from these planes. 

As the eye of my hurricane enters upon your community, it dissociates you from your truth, and snaps you from the ather!

As your bastion fails i breath my finale upon your souls, your coup de grace is as follows.
 
As give chase like a hell hound i enact the command of the merciless sultan, euthinasia for thy foul fiends of the kingdom of bleeding hearts! 

Yes my liege has been done as of yesterday, i say as they all lay dying all one hundred fifty fold of them.

~Benjamin Luke Aguas.
Form: Bio

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