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thr ones that were my own
are the ones that did disown
laying down a judgeful Hammer
but not understanding or reasonable
with the truth they were handed.
their lack of Faith in me and disregard
only gives them discredit
how they spit in my face and shame me
time after time..
yes i am one who is damaged
they threw the first stone
and they are not Without sin..
thought they would learn this parable i landed
but instead, by it, got backhanded
tired of being oppressed and accused
Faithless asses are they that gave my heart a bruise
keep tune and now see what God will do
as wrath pours out and im the one ständing amused
stupidity companied by hypocrisy
they never knew me to begin with
yet they fire off at me
about to explode in my anger
so i keep them far from me
until i see them on the true judgement day
let us hope and pray
i am merciful in my wake
and im sure nobody likes to swim in a burning lake
Let me rap to you about where I'm from.
Sidewalks are broken, weeds grow through the cracks.
The people that use them are like the sidewalks,
broken and bummed out.
They have handles like Turkey, Louie the Bum, Sand man.
No one's hip to their real names.
They all think they're righteous.
Me, they call me Kid, so don't be freaking out,
no one cares, it is what it is.
All we care about is the hustle.
The next minute, then the minute after.
So it goes.
This, is my school, I'm hip to it.
In these alleys, on these sidewalks,
where no one can tell if the garbage man came,
where rainbows are neon, books are painted words,
scrawled on concrete walls.
It's where you can get sliced for a joint,
and die for seeing what you shouldn't.
It's cool, don't sweat it.
It's another realm man, so don't flip your wig.
No manicured grass here, only advertisements for whiskey.
Are you hip to it, what I'm laying down.
Listen up my brother, cause I'll be bookin.
In this place, pain is a commodity,
sold by dealers and pimps.
Can you dig it.
I gotta split man, before the fuzz comes.
So hang loose, I gotta drop a dime,
to my connection.
Maybe I'll catch you on the flip side.
1960's slang
contest..Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk
They say your journey is more important than its end.
The walk of many surprises is always around the bend.
Are there really two paths that others have taught?
The one that is easy, wide all have known and sought?
Is the one narrow of treacherous darkness with uninvited guests?
Are there more paths we have not encountered that are blessed?
Surly, we can create our own path to our destination.
We are unique in our ways on this new path of amazing sensations.
As you walk into the shadows of darkness with doubt seeping into your soul.
Death rattles near you, making your heart painfully low.
The path you can barely see through the dark shroud of mist.
As you struggle against your foreboding fear with trembling fists.
You walk on with sheer will as the light ahead is your guide.
Your troubles start to fade away as our mother walks by your side.
You are astounded by the amazing view she has provided to you.
As your journey continues, peace suddenly grips your heart anew.
A warm yellow glow envelops your body and your soul.
Bringing forth a Love so pure that your life is aglow.
As the sorrows and despair of this dark path begin to fade.
The path becomes more alive with amazing colors, even in the shade.
Your perception begins to change as lovely and beautiful you become.
You listen with your eyes closed and hear the melody of life as one.
Then your path changes as our father shows your amazing spiritually.
Through the beauty of traversing spiritual dimensions of your reality.
Let your heart be amazing love, with your brothers and sisters you share.
Giving all you are, even laying down your life, for you do care.
It's the desire to do better with a fresh lead
and with success on mind, not thinking of failure:
I find that doorway to escape and dream,
but remaining anonymous is no adventure.
Without impromptu or consciousness,
I wake up to a sunrise which coruscates...
becoming brighter by blinding my sight,
then I become beauty-incarnate and sigh.
Laying down with the head up on the fresh grass,
I accept another challenge to pursue life and fate...
not seeking a gloomy, clandestine place to face
ignoble fear in a cosmos which was created to elate.
Follow me and experience what makes me wake up and be as happy as a cuckoo,
touch the fragile corolla of daisies and inhale their aroma as dreamers tend to do,
and looking straight up, observe the awesome Universe so vast, beautiful and blue...
won't you take another challenge to pursue life and fate without clashing with a clue?
We
Didn't hear God's whispers
We
Chose to ignore God's cries
We
Even disregarded God's roar of
His wrath
For all wrongs we were doing:
To nature
To life
To each-other.
Then
Silence fell...
An eerie silence
Carrying with it an invisible virus
That brought:
Fear
Terror and
Death.
Suddenly
We woke up from apathy's slumber
And rush forward to repel the invading
Enemy!
Doctors and nurses,
Police and the army,
Volunteers and priests,
All took up arms against a common foe,
All ready to give their lives for their
Fellow man.
What a glorious manifestation of goodness
What a magnificent display of brotherhood
What an apotheosis of divine love!
" No greater love hath man than laying down his life
for his friends." (John 15:13)
It is certain
That this is the dawn of a new era
The birth of a novel world that would be:
Kinder
Nobler
Braver
Juster and
More loving!
God, my friends,
Works in mysterious ways
For
To lead us onto the path of righteousness,
The path from which humanity, unfortunately, has
Been led astray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 March 2020
I try …
I do
stay busy
fill time with things that occupy
my mind and muscles
take care of Mom
write
practice guitar
clean and organize
publish
back to the studio and
music production
stay busy
busier
busiest …
but even then
every time I turn around
each place I go
each thing I do
each activity I undertake
YOU were a part of -
made it special
made it joyous
made it shine …
from opening my
pied peepers to start the day
to laying down my noggin
weary … or not
every little moment held
the magic of your smile
the energy of your gentle spirit
and the promise of a day
supplemented with
your sweet aura
and unconditional -
unqualified -
love
and no matter WHAT I do
no matter how I fill my time
that critical element of my
waking moments
is GONE
forever
and that reality slaps
me in the face a
hundred hundred times a day
and always will.
there are times
when the pain is so intense that
I wish I didn’t have a heart -
that I didn’t feel or care or need
or have the
capacity for affection -
but then I realize that I’ve just
erased everything in my
life that is worth being
alive FOR …
I miss you more
than words can express
and the hole you left in my being
can never, ever be filled
but even after your passing
you continue to teach me
this one undeniable and
unshakable actuality:
that LOVE is
by far
the greatest force in the Universe
and more timeless
more formidable
more tenacious and true
than even …
death.
Wavy teeth make me spank the pastor
Questioning my faith is a major disaster
Look out for me in the darkness screaming
Opened blades cut deeper than fame
Wait for me I sought your light
Moons hid you from my trusted Dog's tonight
juniper king of flawless beats
Untitled your world Kick rocks to free the beast
Madness under stary nights preach the saddness
Laying down hopes to get beamed up like scottyrr
My call sign was shut the fk up patty
room to expand creep up the chimney
spare me some change I will consume your sanity
Gooney toons trace my roots to the loony rooms
guard dog going insane catching flames embracing Odin's name
root for Kings to sing out the silence
wavy good by to the saints of peace have arrived
do you think I called the police?
I invented the pain I bleed for the streets
they called me a rat face the facts I am fatter than that
all the fame riches money hoes and nonesene means nothing but distraction
I plan to freak off the attractions
Under rules to school fools I await your home boys who think they sweet
make the sun go down that's when church is called to meet.
raise hell unforgivables
Stillness seduces serenity
amid fresh blue sky reflection
an encapsulation of mind
romancing her through time
toes dipped in calming waters
filled with reds and greens
lotus, love, light
looking back to see
warmth played upon the skin
in more than a soothing touch
a kiss to the lips
notes of a symphony ringing
in orbs of hope and sentiment
laying down upon pillows of night
in the third hour
of the thirty-third minute
we stir, alive
cradling, arms of a lover
life slowly moving with tide
the breath of tomorrow awaits a whisper
the flower she sways in the moonlight
the lioness sleeps inside
(how well I could play)
in a straight forward way;
simplifying it, making it more pure
in a clear sound, turning it up
and bearing down...
there'd be distortion, red-anger, punk-blue,
get it up tough, keep it going,
'cause I didn't know what else to do.
at fifteen I was unreasonably accomplished
with those long dynamic echo-delayed riffs;
at eleven I was sleeping in the back of a car
surrounded by books an amp and a guitar,
rolling around with the sound of
a welt chord, a grace note, Henry Miller and Nietzsche;
laying-down these upholstery-songs in the summer of seventy-eight
where reverb was explored beyond the return of counter-culture,
going 'round the bend, headed in a back-words direction again
It feels like I got drafted to a war.
A war I didn't even know started.
Maybe I was oblivious.
Maybe there's an excuse,
Then again maybe not.
But I know I feel tense.
I feel beyond tense.
Nowhere is home now.
Nowhere is safe.
No one is safe to be with.
I can't depend on anyone to help me,
It's every man for himself out here
And I'm stuck here.
When I'm someone who thinks love is a currency that functions in reverse.
I am someone who thinks the more love I give out, the more I will receive.
And I am at war now.
There's always shouting,
There's always pain,
There's always something wrong,
There's always something I did wrong.
My body is breaking.
There are holes in my stomach and I cannot sleep.
Laying down makes me sick,
And so does standing up for myself.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I don't know how to explain how I feel,
How I function,
How I think.
I can't even explain it to me.
Social experiences with loved ones make me feel like I've got a nosebleed in a shark tank.
Strangers make me brace for impact.
I don't know how to respond to compliments or kindness from others.
I don't know how to tell someone "it's not okay" when they apologize.
I'm tired.
I'm sick of this.
I want to be left alone now.
I want to recover.
I want peace of mind.
I want to say "go away" and mean it.
I want to say "It's not okay, and I don't forgive you."
I really just want to feel better.
I want the war to end.