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In the shadow of time, the whispered sigh of the evening
Merges with the cold caress of the moon;
When your eyes, solemn beacons of the boundless,
Lit torches in my night, standing firm on foundations.
Melancholy has flowed, an old river cutting through my flesh,
A torrent of murky, cold tears, towards the deep abyss;
I swallowed sighs, stars falling from your orbit
When you uttered a song that would whiten the whole universe.
Once my heart, an arid field, desolate from longing,
Turned green in your fists holding it tight, close;
And every evening, when the world falls silent and seems to die,
I sipped the ether between us, truly, drop by drop.
Existence, a spider's thread, swaying between two centuries,
Your fingers, painters crossing their colors on the canvas of my being;
With every touch, you dug corridors deep within me,
Now, eternally thirsty, I quench my thirst at the spring of your silence.
Ah, when you blossomed in my soul like unheard nectar,
Nostalgias rise, columns of smoke from secret altars;
When dusk covered us with a veil of silk and regrets,
We lost ourselves in the labyrinth where tired time finds its matching chamber.
And lost years, wrecks on the seas of memory, seem to gather
At the shore next to you, we sowed the sand that swallowed them with kisses;
Hidden in the folds of nights, we whispered eternal vows under the moon,
Deep in the cosmic field, we now breathe the same star, unyieldingly.
Please, oh memory, you, the old guardian of my dreams,
Keep fresh the taste of those days, when love was our law;
And when fate shall grow somber, and in the end, the heavy curtain falls,
Let me fall asleep with the thought that somewhere, in the soul, you will always live - my true self.
Father's Day
Every day is Father's Day
Dad grew old and frail in natural order we fear
War and age created gaps in time, holes in reason
Added to detraction's on his decline
Generations formed coalitions without permission
Things come into existence for a time
We are the children by him and by his side
Who grew, arms and legs, solid foundations
Creation, with other supports, sometimes failed
We grew our own gaps, holes in reason, ways to end
By digging in the wrong direction
Then, hung with vigilance, understanding, change
Clinging to hope like virgins in May
Waiting for what may come our way
Dad survives purely on love in poor health
Between you and me, he feels the power
We are his children, his pillars of support
No matter what the pain or cost
Old, collapsed, an ancient structure
Falling our way one last time
We catch and hold him up in honor
As pillars on either side to do just that
From somewhere 'out there',
It appears that ignorance has landed
on our dear planet and is now building
new foundations of greed, injustice, and revenge.
This ignorance is creating divisions and differences.
OUR DIFFERENCES ARE LIKE PIECES IN A PUZZLE CALLED LIFE.
Unfortunately, it is a life fragmented and pulled apart.
Common sense has taken flight and is now soaring like an
eagle. Both accountability and sustainability have far less merit,
rendering us oblivious to consequences. This year, 2024, I pray
that you will grant us wisdom so that we may resolve our differences.
I pray for the doom of ignorance and for true justice
to come and reign supreme. I pray for the expeditious
return of common sense and accountability. I pray that
you will grant us wisdom so that we may gather at the table
of love and respect so that we may resolve our many differences.
And O Lord, may you forgive us of our arrogance,
and shine a new light upon the dark pathways that
we have chosen and are so dangerously treading.
In the name of Jesus Christ, I pray. Amen.
It isn’t the big celebrations,
Enormous dinners or huge gifts.
Parties never rouse foundations,
Jamborees or festivals.
It isn’t the life-sized creations,
Who impress kings, rulers or monarchs.
It’s the little things, a gentle expression,
When hearts meet in the deserts,
When dreamers discover their profession,
When simple reaches into the heart,
Pulls out a feeling, an impression,
The beautiful that inspires the light.
It isn’t in the impressive,
When a life gets made –
It’s in the thoughts, so obsessive…
Which bring feelings we want to save!
If you wish, my dearest friend, as I do
A better world to build, let us build it together
And make it:
Juster
Kinder
Nobler.
Let us lay the foundations of that world that would be
more compassionate and more loving than the one we
Live today,
Not only for you and for me
But
For our children, and the children of
Their children!
Yes, I admit that it is a complex undertaking,
Perhaps, an impossible task, as the past centuries
Have so emphatically asserted
But
There are more centuries before us,
Unborn centuries,
Innocent millennia,
Waiting for a better world to come,
For that
We must not betray their trust in us,
We must not disappoint their aspirations.
Let us, therefore,
Start building this magnificent world of our dreams,
Today.
Tell me, my loving friend,
Is there a finer duty?
A holier mission?
A more righteous and sacred
Pursuit than this?
Is there anything else more inspired by men,
More loved by God?
No, you know there is none!
Therefore
We must not hesitate any longer, come,
Let us dare!
Together, you and I, my brother,
Let us begin this holy enterprise
For
We owe it to ourselves
To our descendants
To the present and future humanity
Thus
Let us lay the cornerstone of
This illustrious structure now,
By
Taking the most challenging step forward:
Ourselves to change!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
14 June 2021
It's amazing how lazy people
make up excuses for themselves
it's never their fault
when the work doesn't get done
The power of girls
lies in the back door of gossip
they gang up in teams
gossiping destroying reputations
but play the innocent when caught
it wasn't me
the words of lies echo through
the halls of contempt
you can spend your life
trying to help people
yet unless they want
to help themselves
your time is wasted
on people that are lazy
and don't want to work
your time is precious
Life is so short
each time you stop to help another
is time you could have used
to help yourself
To stop and teach someone else
is time you could have used on yourself
you could have been a student
climbing higher on the tides of education
yet time is never wasted
being kind
helping others
makes a better world
but sometimes
no matter how you help
it's never enough
because they don't want
to help themselves
oh how many excuses
I'm not clever enough
yet if you don't read the book
You can't know the answer
knowledge is built up with study
if you don't read about anatomy
you can't know about anatomy
granted some people are gifted
they don't need to study
as much as others
to build the foundations of knowledge
you won't build a career
playing games on Facebook
you don't build respect
being too lazy to work
The silence drops a velvet shroud, the streetlights die to gold,
And one by one, the star-eyes wake, the ancient, frosty, bold.
I stand below the vast, black cup, where pinprick fires combust,
And tell myself the gilded lies, the ones I know I must.
I said the choice was forced on me, the hollow word was true;
I swore the bridge I burned was rotten, long past its time, and blue.
I traced the lines of self-defense, a map of righteous claim,
And choked the whisper of the truth, afraid to name its name.
But in the dark, the diamond points are not the casual light;
They are the pupils, wide and cold, that bore into the night.
They see the little, nervous twitch, the flicker of the mouth,
The shaky foundations of the house I built facing the South.
They know the words I spoke to mirrors, the ones I couldn't bear;
The galaxies of honesty, suspended in the air.
They chart the orbit of my doubt, the comet of my fear,
And clock the heavy, slow rotation of the lie I hold so dear.
The celestial surveillance finds no comfort in my plea,
No softening of the stellar glare, no pity cast on me.
Because the eyes that truly watch, that measure all my strain,
Are not the distant, burning suns, but windows in the brain.
And while I gaze upon the heavens, looking for a sign,
The truth I've bottled starts to fizz and crack the glass of mine.
For in the end, it's not the night that catches out my thread,
But knowing that the stars have eyes because I wished them dead.
It was one drop.
She, in a facade of innocence, released one drop.
But one drop poisons the entire well.
And my mind won't stop turning back to it.
I know it is killing me, but I cannot stop.
I want to not want.
But I have so little control.
The countless minds in my mind dominate me.
So they force me back on this path.
This often treaded path
of longing and hoping and pain.
And my mind cannot but keep following it.
She seduced my mind.
And my mind broke itself against her.
I cannot walk, so I crawl.
I am in pain, but forward I crawl.
For just one more sip, I crawl.
Towards that poison, I crawl.
Even if I could stop,
Even if I could succeed,
I could not overcome,
I will never be free.
By body is poisoned.
It has settled into my skin, my muscle, my bone.
If pure water was brought to my lips
It would be tainted by the undying poison within.
There is no escaping it.
She corrupted it all.
It was one drop.
And it corrodes all things.
Now, I have become a poison.
My very essence turned vile.
I have become a weapon.
I infect all that I touch.
I am the Midas of poison.
I am a scourge.
Her careless drop seeps.
Seeps through all I know.
Through all known to those I know.
An evil is now loosed since I could not process it.
And yet it seems no one else sees.
They don't even detect it.
This polluted, dreadful world masks the evil,
For my corruption is another scream in the winds of chaos.
But I see it.
Within the walls of my mind.
Within my head.
This poison dissolves ambition, love, hope...
It corrupts any virtue,
It reaches at my foundations,
And it leaches whatever bit of life is left.
Without purpose.
When it is finished with me, it will eek into the ground.
No one will ever find a trace.
Not even her who caused it.
For only my tainted eyes see.
So let me rot.
Let my mind rot.
Let my thoughts and spirit and being rot.
Rot to core.
Damn her poison.
Damn my foolish mind.
Damn all parts of the Universe.
So incomplete and alone.
So lonely and alone.
So insufficient and alone.
In another world I am almost complete.
Nearly whole.
A tower of strength.
An unbreakable dam.
A mountain of virtue,
Angelic, nearing cohesion with the complete.
In that world,
I would purge this poison.
But as I am,
I cannot.
So this poison shall purge me.
The boudoir joins us in absorbing feeling
a Goddess right next to me under cover
breathless and inspiring we share the muse
of all muses as we preside over wedlock
hands tied around leather bound spines
filled with passion and undying whispers
Senses filled to the brim at cusps of delight
we do not require picture book illustrations
because our desire goes deeper than images
Exquisite coupling of rhythm meter and verse
then with glowing faces and filled with warmth
we talk philosophise read and weave our stories
Poet trees in motion swirl in moments forever
rooted in foundations of memories and covenant
like book binders we glue sweet narrations together
kiss wet lips in suspense and come together again
In the beginning there was the word and we follow
the humble script of pleasure and truthful vows
When we move pages and are moved by each other
our pillows are drenched in tears of joy and the scent
of never-ending new beginnings at the heart of elation
and tender triumph over sadness we know only too well
But we position ourselves in gratitude and serenity and
only a reader and lover understands the privilege we have
20th March 2021
I search for the meaning and purpose of my life,
What would be the reward-finale for my strife?
What, exactly, is my joy? Should I be happy?
Which are sometimes funny and other times snappy...?
What is my right in this world? What is my duty?
What, indeed, in this universe, is true beauty?
Is my consciousness of good and evil upright?
Are the ethics taught to me, by one and all, bright?
Midst fluent flows of existence like a clear stream,
Death enters like a nightmare in a pleasant dream;
Puts a full stop to all hopes and aspirations,
Demolishing all painfully preserved foundations...!
Is there a God? Where is he or she? What is death?
What is an afterlife? Where do I go with no breath?
All these, like mix-meat in an urn, go within me,
Answers are plenty; The truth still I wait to see...!
26 December 2022
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