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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
He told the tales with likes and similes
human character dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life just like a mist
as touched by divine spark like children kissed
He drew attention to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses as worthy over duty
painted pictures that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities that would last eternity
Those he drew were woman child and man
in parallels explained Gods everlasting plan
a future government by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who like his Son in mind
The currant rulers here described as beast
devour and make suffer great to least
he implicated leaders intentions as the cause
as having violated all of the natural laws
He pointed out the signs to tell the time
how earth and heaven his plans to realign
where peace on earth in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting life they will maintain
Surprise a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden understand
he intends this projects finish by his Son
with those he has redeemed to be the ones "to get er done"
I must advise you those in the grave are dead
they will remain there until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth in a future time
While Christendom adopted the ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend who was dead and in a grave
forth the example of what his future rule will pave
How can you not get it the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love and joy in harmony
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No sooner than we set foot within said domicile
attestation to so called gentleman’s’ agreement with guile
initially infrequently, but incessantly as time elapsed Isle
never forget (nor will spouse forgive) with rancor and rile
ceaselessly besieging, bruiting bare-knuckle skirmishes
for us to remove ourselves and personal belonging with vile
lent vitriolic wrath from the day we decamped
within hoity -toity Mainline –
our matted unwelcome would endure for quite a white.
* I * S * I * N * G
With hindsight and accumulative less cloudy fifty shades of gray,
an irrevocable clear er voyance viz summoning forth would lay
an irreconcilable rift (rivaling the Mariana), and constant nay
saying presaged an emotional price to pay
whereat we deterred sale of vintage crystal balls – our stay
purported prevented sale of precious heirlooms – oye vay
in tandem to estate sale divvied up, cuz we whar in the way.
* I * S * I * N * G
Analogous to Little Red Riding Hood, we could not see
blitzkrieg, cannonading, incessant strafe carpet bombing re:
bloody onslaught from the generation of elder vipers que
endured feeling trapped by memorabilia meant nothing to me
* I * S * I * N * G
Warfare found us hunkering down within said tract housing unit,
a fusillade fired off re: porting volleys of character assassination
bombarded this unfortunate civilian clearly implicated to whit
for being a non jewish schlemiel inducing endless economic
denigrating calumniations – fulminating against this “twit”
we decried wicked, vicious, unwarranted abuse would not quit
with no defense against slings and arrows, a plague round
of ceaseless, ferocious, and insidious pilloried that pit
pendulous injustices for each of our **** (emphatic branding
per diem me own scrawny gluteus maximus to git
the hell out – eventually hiring a lawyer with eviction edict!
Form:
Six feet below
That is where I go
To spend forever,
Some souls come and some souls go
But I will rather home it here,
Far away from humans inhumanity
Far from chicanery
Of a world gone mockery,
I thought it would be long
But after the bang
It was just so simple,
From the gun, a bullet just single
Splattered the juice grisly,
And the gape red and livid
Made a clean breast.
The place of burial
The sweetest place to be
No sweetest place like this,
With a practiced ease
The priest glasses on the nose
Read the requiem,
A little prayer, and a little hymn
And the body lay in sweet repose,
Truth, the day of death
Better than the day of birth,
And my wife Elizabeth
Her eyes fixed on my casket,
Thinking maybe be if she was responsible,
I presumed she would get married
As soon as possible,
And my son; sweet and sad
But never so sweet to stop his dad.
I thought it would be long
But after the bang
It was just so simple,
From the gun; a bullet just single
Splattered the juice grisly,
And the gape red and livid
Made a clean breast.
The place of burial
All of the wealth and money,
Couldn’t buy a peace like this
And all the drugs, and all the fame;
Could not make same
Like a rolling mass of water,
Life comes to naught;
I will rather not go higher
But sun down; it is just cozier,
As the body goes on the descent
I remembered the gun that lay implicated;
Besides the bloodied head that lay nascent,
And the eyes that opened supplicated,
As everyone threw the dust to dust;
And departed,
Never a backward glance,
I waved and looked around askance,
Masses of tombstones spread like malignant cancer,
And a gang of royal busts;
Nestling among flourishing roses and sure cedars,
And here is welcome to forever!
Chorused some new friends that smile,
For this is your place of burial.
Before
The threshold of eternity, the soul stood for a while
Hesitating to cross over onto the realm of oblivion
Pondering
What lies beyond heaven's glorious gates.
Agony and anticipation in soul's heart where
Implicated in a fierce battle
As the hope of a better world and the fear of the unknown
Were with all their might fighting to prevail
One over the other.
Fear was the first to express the reasons for its agony:
"Since no soul is blameless and all of them are sinners
It's only just to me to dread this horrific crossing
for unknown is to both of us the sort of punishment that
the soul awaits for all the wrongs she has done here on
the material plane."
Hope when heard fear's reasoning; here is how
it replied:
" It is in the human nature, one to fear the unknown,
but Man from the moment of his creation knew that he was mortal
and that his real self was not the body that one can see
but his spiritual substance,
the substance that can be seen only after eternity's threshold
a soul has crossed over!"
Now the soul,
Having heard the arguments of both of her counselors
Undecided seemed to remain, just for a little bit longer
But the decision she finally took forward to go!
Thus
Instantly, she disappeared into a universe of sacred light
Joyful, happy, jubilant, ecstatic, ever-blissful
And became one with eternity, immortal, everlasting
Radiating with holiness, enraptured with grace
A divine ray now she has turned to be that encompasses the
COSMOS!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 March 2021
* Dedicated to a close relative and friend of mine that crossed over the threshold of eternity a week ago, victim to COVID-19. R.I.P. Nikos!
A DICTUM BY DARROW
If you add an “s” to the word care you get scare
Perhaps that’s why it scares me to care
I’d like to care but simply don’t dare
And to me that really isn’t very fair
Lately they’ve all been walking away
The ones I care about that is
The women who betray my trust
And do what they must
But what they must do invades my shell
And relegates me, once again, to a hell
Clarence Darrow said that the first part of our lives are ruined by our parents
And the second part is ruined by our children
Well allow me to add an addendum to that theory
A theory that leaves me more than a little leery
If one is privileged to live a third part of his life
That part is ruined by our lovers
That’s what one discovers with the loss of love
And the happiness therein
Oh, what can I say except for that is a sin
So what can I do but cling to my dreams?
And why can’t it ever be the way it seems?
So often it appears I’ve found everlasting love at last
Until I am cast aside in favor of something easier
Something less complicated
And once again the woman is implicated by impatience
And her unwillingness to remain by my side
So that’s why so many women have lied
Lies with the implications of imperfections
Until thus I have fallen under their spell
And relegated, yet again, unto a hell
So now you know the letter that turns care into scare
Two words I find difficult to bear
There have been women unable to completely share
And to me that simply doesn’t seem fair
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Dear God I been struggling all my life
for the sins I committed I paid the price
learned to live with regrets and sacrifice
da da da da da da da da da da da
I contain unspeakable secrets in the depths of my mind
my eyes have witness the wickedest sickness of mankind
In been conflicted at times
by my on mind confined
implicated in crime and briefly confined
Now I'm a family guy and there much more than worth it
but what if all the beef from my past comes to the surface
that's not what I sweat I got theLord to protect
if the strings get pulled on the devils marionettes
but in the event they approached with the intent of my death
I'd still send shots down the center like I'm dialing collect
always a peaceful cat except for my youth
when I swore that I wore a bullet proof gorilla suit
and in the heat of the streets deepest beefs I found
every shot that came would miss be by a country mile
until that one that came to erase the life of Dwayne
it murder portions of me and the rest if left in pain
in a since he's still here cause his blood flows through my veins
and my faith dictates I can see him again
all though the pain never lessens their are lessons in pain
for what does not kill me gives me strength to gain
Dear God I been struggling all my life
for the sins I committed I paid the price
learned to live with regret and sacrifice
da da da da da da da da da da da
I wonder:
Who, on earth, has designated PUTIN as the ruler of the world?
Who has given this BARBARIAN the right to rob, rape, and kill?
Who has appointed this DICTATOR as the overlord of humanity?
Who has allowed this SATAN II** to threaten Mankind with obliteration?
Who has put this DEMON in a position to intimidate us, our children, our
Families, and our countries with nuclear annihilation?
The answer to all these questions is this: NO ONE!
We are free men,
God-fearing men,
Children of the All-Mighty, who are inspired by
His love.
Thus
We must never surrender our GOD-GIVEN rights to this PARANOIC individual
Who represents only a few FANATIC citizens of his nation.
For that reason
We should not stand, apathetically still, before this abominable ATHEIST and
Let him devastate our civilization by imposing chaotic anarchy and tyranny.
Therefore,
We ought to become vigorously implicated in peace's resurrection
By putting up a gallant fight so as to defeat this MONSTER and save
Ourselves,
Our children
Our faith
Our society
Our civilization and
Our beautiful planet!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 May 2022
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*RUSSIA says its 16,000mph hypersonic ‘Satan-2’ missile can fit 12 nuclear warheads and could wipe out any place in the world!
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**I name Putin SATAN II, having in mind Hitler as Satan I.
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Please rise
up to the very clouds, if you please.
The somewhat honorable marshal will preside
over the disorder of this court.
You have been summoned, gentleman,
on this very good Friday
on the charges of dullness and lifelessness.
The court will hear testimony
that in no way is an excuse for such outrage.
Take your oaths on the good book
that I never returned to the library.
The prosecution rests
but only until sunset.
For the week was arduous
and energy is lacking
from eat, read, sleep, repeat.
The defense calls everyone off of the bench.
All implicated must cast off all guilt,
and all objections are overruled.
Appeals are granted
to absolutely no one.
The way the court sees it
the very existence of day
and labor and girlfriends
are nothing
more than obstructions of justice
for the working man.
You are sentenced to fun and recklessness,
and battle to improve your world.
Bloodless civil war! Beer pong diplomacy!
Silence the enemy with thunder!
Inhibitions be damned.
And so band of scoundrels,
young only once,
you must give back to the community
by recycling
your dozens of empty cans.
This is a direct order-we shall have no order.
No rules or regulations,
only justice
in its most primitive and hedonistic form
for those who have earned it.
Court is adjourned.
implicated for a crime he did not commit
fighting an endless and hopeless battle
unsure of who conspired aganist him
guilty of being black
innocent soul forced to be corrupt
mind racing and searching for relief
heartbeat slowing down
raped and tortued by inmates and guards
forced into a world where hell is home
wanting nothing but a fair trial
tears turn to rage while days turn to years
no visits no commissary thrown into confinement
four grey walls no bed naked and alone
marinating in feces while surviving on dirty urine
fed humility on a tray of spit and sperm
why does the system fail us
so many innocent lives wasting away
living and lost on the green mile
once an everyday working man
now becomes a man's woman
violated in mid-evil ways
betrayed by his flesh and blood
wanting to end it all now
just to be free once again
living inside his world of what if's
escape is through his prayers
life leaves him to die a slow death
alone and afraid of what lurks outside
having to swallow more than his pride
looking forward to that fateful day
when the needle filled with hate
will slowly enter his veins
and take him away