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Youth,
Zeus’ thunderbolt of vitality, you are,
The volcanic eruption of vigor,
The very incarnation of liveliness,
Your passion unrivaled
Your spirit indubitable
Your enthusiasm insurmountable
On the horseback of your dreams you
Are galloping
Unafraid
Uncompromising
Unstoppable, to the ends
Of the world,
Overcoming every fear
Demolishing every boundary
Obliterating every division
And
Running always ahead-FREE- with a speed determined by
Your eagerness to
Do all
To see all
To know all
To conquer all
BUT
You are not realizing that you, inadvertently, are
Heading towards what you do not wish for,
Something you so greatly despise,
That your heart abhors and
Your spirit dreads: OLD AGE
However
Do not… despair my young friends
For
The privilege of getting old, is something
NOT bestowed on everyone!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 FEBRUARY 2014
Lost in a desperate mind world
Seeking a sense of community
and a need to belong
through an innate desire to be whole again.
But confused…
The path nebulous.
And through indoctrination
either directly or unintentionally
or perhaps inadvertently
harboring a vision that individuality is the answer
through a desire to see and “find oneself”
but left with only a false mirrored reflection
of who one really is.
And one says, “It is my right!”
hoping that it becomes “their destiny”
but really is only “deluded identity”.
And this desire
gives life to the belief
that one will find and understand oneself
by way of separating from that “other”.
The result…
illness within
then spreading to community
for the connectivity link now broken.
And without humility…
there is little compassion.
And without compassion…
there is a lack of understanding.
And without understanding…
one becomes lost
in ones own separate ways…
severed from the natural world of community…
exhibiting the dark side of humanity.
Shattered…
That song, those words beginning at the start
Cutting you to the quick, tearing through your heart
Ripping every essence of your soul apart
That writer seen your vulnerability, looked around your head, then read your thoughts you
had there in your mind
As you sit there listening to the music wishing you could leave all the hurt and pain behind
Shattered…
Your life as you now know it thrown in disarray
And then there are the things that people will inadvertently say
You will find that special love meant for just you someday
But all things said, listened to, and felt only time can make ease and only then can you let
yourself put them away
Shattered…
The mirror in front of you as your reflection looks back
Broken glass revealing a distorted view of the self confidence you lack
Now you are bleeding as you lay on the floor flat
Because no, not you, can ever give yourself any kind of slack
The puzzle piece is now missing and you’re left looking at a changed you, in that mirror,
through a crack
Shattered…
Even though before I didn’t want to
I’m now ready to give up you
I know this is exactly what I have to do
Although I don’t know how to give up the fight
And I don’t know how to stop the flight
It’s neither wrong nor is it right
Shattered…
I’m now again alone
I’m here on my own
I’m picking up my pieces of me and away I’ll go
I now reap what I sew
I have no regrets of you though I maybe broken, shattered, and low
I’ve let you finally go
And just wanted you to hear it from me
I’m stronger than you will ever know
To be
Juniper blended with the richness of Mohagany
as the well soaped Maidens accompliced
in the impness of Dawn.
A strong coffee poulticed a hint of Cinnamon,
and Clove prepared expectations.
The morning fog was lifting her skirt
in a slow tease, as both veil and curtain.
A suspenseful reveal that caromed
with the steam of my cup.
A main event about to be undressed,
and redressed with the Maidens.
I johned in, in that usual unpure-,pure- folly.
Knew it was welcomed guest,
practically an extorter, to creep in at any hour,
in to steal a gloat in unwarded cameo.
This inadvertently but unthwarted- headtable-
"honored guest", that shared more and more
in my ritual of daydreams, that intertwined
also into some of my more run of the milled needs.
Melding more and more,
as a dysfunctional elixir of happenstance,
and of either need or greed.
I found them also, the "Barista Girls",
like a gaggle of something curious- in cackle,-
buying entrance with teased looks mocking,-
my inflammation of inflection,-
with their vixened vexation,
-but also in snare; flared to wonder their wander
into mine stare.
One of a thawing malaise,- of curiousity shops
and shared spaces.
Places:
Coffee bean aroma and aproned bread
trinkets- become a "suitable"
showcase.
I realized its humorous "colorance"
in poetic knowledge's abionce.
"Man shall not live by bread alone."
But the scone was a genius match.
Something to chew on.
A fitting poetry, (binding really)
by the Master Story Setter- that forbode,-
the Protaganist himself and also let me know
that, 'he is aware of my dirty thoughts.':
To prop my stage and to reflect as a mirror does.
To hold in check the soul.
How the pillows fluffed.
My thoughts blanketed me,
"tucked me to the chin" with their silkys
and fuzzy warmths.
Feathers that cascade in a rockabye lull-fashion.
My system of down.
Downy.
Snuggle.
Oh women will be my downfall.
Vipers that push their venom.
"I think God created coffee and tea
with Poet in mind."
I rebuked my thoughtful sins to Him
and left a healthy tip for them.
Because we are all so called
human beings
Say for example we one day somehow
managed to get
2 age old sworn enemies to sit
at the 1 and same table
Even if that day was in fact say
the 25th December , Peace and
Goodwill to all mankind
And lay down there arm's and seek
everlasting harmony and peace
Sad as seems in actual reality the
probable outcome will be
Inadvertently you have now given
them a fresh new scenario over
which to tussle
Because who exactly then gets to
host and cater such an event , on
who's home turf is it then to be held
Who gets to clean up the mess
and the inevitable fall out afterwards
Once all is said and done and age old
animosities and hostility resumes
Between 2 sworn enemies who now
have been given 1 more thing to disagree
fight and hate each other for
Because sadly we human beings if
nothing at all suffer from a debilitating
flaw
Otherwise why on earth else would we continually rather prefer to choose to
wage war
Than seek peace and love instead
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient scrivener
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper her excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent synchronicity!
(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
There is no transcendent ethos in mainstream West
The enlightenment in the West was
A mere mental liberation from superstition
With the dawning of science
And yet with this science has come
An age of both reason
And health and wealth,
Communication and transportation;
A physical bloom of hope and prosperity,
And yet an ever increasing spiritual void.
Transcendence flourished in the East
Because it had no science to assuage the suffering.
It’s as simple as that,
And that simple fact
Makes all the difference even today.
Hard times make tough men
And tough men then create softer times
Until inadvertently all that remain
Are the soft and weak.
And with their corruption
Hard times come again.
Again and again, the cycle turns
Which is why transcendence becomes a value.
But the West is young, adolescent and brash
Full of arrogance that good times
Are what we must deserve
Since we have them
Unwilling to see
That everything passes through our hands
Eventually.
And what comes next to such adolescence?
An unknown, filled with the risks of the unknown
Suicide or maturation and a life
Of family, birth, aging, sickness and death,
And transcendence
To those who look
And so do find.
It’s waiting there after all
Ever patient, ever kind.
(12/28/25)
I want to apologize to anyone who looked in on a poem I posted last night titled “Erasing every trace”. I began the poem with a stanza from an old childhood poem that when attempting to italicize it, I inadvertently placed an incorrect symbol at the end of the last line which in turn did not allow the poem I wrote that was inspired by the verse to show.
The verse:
“Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight”
Was a verse from the 19th-century English poem by Jane Taylor, "The Star".
I apologize for any concern this may have caused. I have since deleted the post.
To those who commented on the poem I have already sent PM’s to each of you explaining this
Thank you for understanding,
Chris
He drank, thirsting for her;
with stygian lips pressed to her neck,
She was exsanguinated.
The squalid night-beast, left her lifeless body,
behind an alley dumpster.
No moonlight betrayed the remnants,
of his latest meal.
Any slight remorse, that he felt,
was obliterated by the metal-sweet taste,
upon his vile tongue.
He was alive again and
there were more than enough prey,
to nourish him, for an eternity.
Aerial bound, for his charnel palace,
he would sleep like the god he fancied himself.
For eight-hundred years he had perfected his hunt.
His travels had taken him through the steeps and berms,
of antipodal continents and he had viewed
what most humans, could not.
The hellish beast loved the hunt,
as much as, his meals.
When prey inadvertently approached his abode,
it was left free;
he savored the taste of the chase,
as much as, the catch.
The elixir of life was ambrosia;
The likes of which, he’d not tasted in his mortality.
How he longed to thank the beast he’d once feared, for bestowing immortality upon him.
When the next gibbous moon took its flight,
the cravings awoke him.
Dressed in his finest, modern day attire
he set upon his task.
There’s a peculiar thing about Vampire,
they fancy themselves invincible.
Old vampires, like mortals, are often,
Over confident and become careless.
On his last hunt he lost his head,
to the single swipe,
of a large were-claw!
When I was at the Hilton
And I didn’t feel strong
You jumped a bandwagon
Yeah you were real wrong
And it’s taken many years to carry on
So I’m gonna tell it and put you where you belong
I would arrive at the loft very warn out
When i talk I’m looking at your scoffs and frowns
Reaching out for hands and feet kick me down
to the point I don’t talk and mute the mouth
stuff crushing my chest
Clearly needs addressing
friends, you were my best
missed the fact I’m stressing
my 3 oldest mates piling on the pressure
mockery, aggressive and I ain’t got no let up
But Durbin and Lauren could see i was upset
As you 3 joked “you get what you get”
Mocking most enjoyably
blind you were destroying me
Took your age old loyalty
Sacrificed for joy it brings
but those two didn’t resort to calling me a blagger
They didn’t push me over because I walk with a stagger
So you can take our friendship and shove it up your sitter
And be forever jealous that I’m funnier and fitter,
So you can sit and say you did nothing
Claim your innocence
“I’m out my mind”
Get out my life
Get out my life.
Stop and think how Dom feels inside because,
He’s sure I nicked his bike when I was in Cyprus,
Telling people too don’t say I talk with slyness,
It’s becoming very obvious he never really liked us,
And Colino’s too naive sat smoking too much weed
If Dom carries grief then his side Colino sees
When even out the country his story you believed
And I’m bullied at work this is the last thing I need
And Kev and Cols join in blindly
Ignore because with no mind free
inadvertently treat unkindly
my mental health declining
no one stopped to think what I was going through
What I told about the Hilton was never seen as true
attention seek through stories is all I ever do
Now I’m having breakdowns and leaving you confused
Cus I am starting fights when I’d normally be amused
When in my darkest hour only Lauren came through
So you can sit and say you did nothing
Claim your innocence
“I’m out my mind”
Get out my life
Get out my life