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With clarity only found when looking back
All the many things that should have been seen then,
Slowly, but surely, are being seen now
Comfortable darkness was unknowingly pierced by the brightness of unexpected
light
Realizations are breathtaking
Wave after wave they flow
In unsuccessful attempts at calming the ceaseless tides of still waters
Once even and pure
Then, like clouds of a foreboding storm
Damp feelings of hurt, embarrassment, and stupidity
Clash with the whirling winds of lies, deceit, and broken trust
Shelter is needed from the shards and fragments that lay in the storms’ wake
But once the storm blows over,
The damage of what is and what isn’t remains~
Now, danger and threat have passed,
And with precision only found in retrospect,
Cleaning up begins
and as the wind starts to blow
I never will never ever know
who will be the one to show
up to represent the populations
and as clouds go overhead
I kindly hear what they said
promising to feed us bread
but give it to other nations
and as raindrops hit my window sill
I hope I can get my fill
of liberty and free will
and truthful realizations
and as the thunder hits
I gather all my wits
to make a stand against it
but I have no relations
as the storm starts to end
I try to make amends
with the political friends
who hand out accusations
who is it that makes a stand
and pull up all our hands
uniting people of the land
with freedom as a destination
all men should be equal here
but that not the case I fear
who will be the one to steer
us out of desperation
then through breaks the sun
promising us someone
who may get the job done
and hopefully meet our expectations
the beams of light cover us all
and we promise not to fall
and hopefully someone hears the call
of our voiceless generation
All I’ve ever wanted is to be me
But, often that is not enough
Or, maybe too much for others
I’ve also wanted fairness, balance,
And ended up on one way streets
I’ve wanted to help, then got burnt
I’ve danced in the fun, and fallen
I’ve spoken and been discounted
With things so close to my heart
I’ve stood up for myself as well
Then, been disliked more by some
All I’ve ever wanted is to be me
Where I can be afraid, but still safe
Where I can be weak, not taken advantage of
I can be strong, then respected for my actions
To be able to laugh at silly, grumpy times
Or the little things that may set me off
Laugh together, share together, both giving,
Because also, all I want is for you to be you
I am not a fantasy that anyone has created to control
I am real, I am me, I am what you hear and see
Heidi Sands
1/1/19
Here in this my darkest hour
Chilled down to the marrow bone
Once a vibrant now fading flower
Where soon only weeds will grow
I had thought myself invincible
Here now holding auditions with death
As he freely asks morbid questions of me
Standing naked with no dignity left
Too late now I'm looking inward
At the empty boxes lining my soul
Knowing full well that I was forewarned
That one day this bell would toll
Looking back on the years I have wasted
At mine and others expense
A bitterness so strong you can taste it
The flavor, my own detriment
I clearly see what could be too late for me
Breathing out my final battle cry
When in the end neither fame nor fortune
Could replace my need for Jesus Christ
Broken promises that were never real, and feelings that I no longer wish to feel
Whispers into my ear, late nights in the dark, are now just sad reminders left behind by nasty scars
Beautiful words that were once said only to me, then finding out that I was not the one that made you complete
Arms that once held me so close that I felt as though we were one, are now just filled with emptiness of all that you have done
Smiles that lingered on your then sweet face, that now I only wish to be taken away
Dreams that I once longed to come true, vanished into thin air just like you
Longing and aching with all my heart for just one call, now looking back you weren’t worth it at all
Eyes that I thought could see into my soul, only remind me of a person I never really knew, not the one that I thought once made me whole
Touches and glances and words from your heart, all betrayals that you took way too far
Lies that were said to keep me in place, and tears that fell so bittersweetly down my once to you, beautiful face
Pleads into the night praying that you could hear, and wishes and hopes that you would one day reappear
Realizations dawning from deep within, and reminders of yesterday that I don’t want to ever think of again
The breaking of my heart and the bleeding of my soul, restoring my faith in myself and finally letting you go
Burning all the reminders that once reminded me of you, and retraining my mind to do what I tell it to
Looking away when I want to look at you, and telling myself that you never cared and making myself believe the truth
Knowing that deep down I am better off this way, without you in my life torturing me emotionally every day.
A sailor I am who
For decades have been sailing over the
Seas of life
Fierce storms I faced, during the daring
Voyages that I took ,
Tempests that instilled much fear into
My heart
And
Hurricanes that threatened my very existence
But
All this never were able to deter me from riding
The waves
For
The intrepidity of youth, was filling my hope’s sails with
Defying dreams
Thus
I navigated amongst the perilous reefs of failure without
Any troubles
Guided by the light of expectation’s beacon that shined
Forever bright
So
The calm oceans of realizations I reached, after a little while, that
Crossing them, a great joy it was, cause for celebration,
So
When my adventurous self reached its destination, after
Many decades,
Into
The age's harbor of tranquility, finally I entered, just before the sun
Went down
Where
My life’s boat I anchored, having pulled down the sails first,
And
Now, as I am preparing myself the upcoming sunset
To enjoy,
Very nostalgic I have become, just thinking with delight,
The
Many fearsome storms, I once, had faced!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 October 2015
*Inspired by Eve Roper's poem: Going Towards the Unknown.
Here is the poem I had announced to you!
Drink deep from an uncaring mother's breast
As the sole consolation prize for the sin of aging
Break yourself upon a wave of malice
Sweeping the unworthy along for a ride
And thus, some men are born as magnets
To attract a certain type to them
How many hammer blows can a sheet take
Before breaking and requiring reforging?
Thus does God cradle me in his lucky embrace
Handing me opportunities perhaps unearned
Allowing me to skate by unscathed in so many ways
In exchange for all the other ways that make it through
A pillar of Luck, both good and bad
To roll one number shy of the winning one
Is also a form of incredible luck
Take solace in knowing you're lucky
Hammer fall, hammer blow
Pound me into mochi and dye me with your matcha
Soft and malleable; a perfect flavor of your choosing
And tear me apart with those perfectly straight teeth
For the sin of overstepping
For the sin of being born lacking chemicals
For the sin of desiring you
For the sin of being one man
Slammed against the ocean floor
An endless rain of hammer blows pounds me into the sand
Worn down by the abrasive crystals
And born anew as sea glass by your wave
"Break yourself upon my wave," you laugh
As six months pass with startling realizations
Craving more, but not from your farm
A brutal tyrant burns down a forest
Your cinnamon poison courses through me
As I forsake medicine in exchange for it
Depressant upon depression
To kill my brain to save my liver
Endlessly gazing forward to stop myself from giving up
When does forward end?
When do I see I spent my life saving myself up
Merely to leave a prettier body behind?
Are you watching, O Sainted Phoenix?
Was forsaking you the event that set me on a cursed timeline?
Was that the moment I should have looked forward
Instead of self-medicating?
Endlessly lost in logic loops
Preventing me from choosing either happiness or despair
Living in a constant state of static stasis
Breaking myself upon your waves.
There was confusion
and devastation
followed by a feeling of extreme desperation
as I longed for rejuvenation
so as to go back into the world that I once knew
a world where equanimity
was so true.
But this I was helpless to achieve
just as I was not able to foresee
all that was in store for me
and as I tried to understand
through a persistent desire
to make mind sense of the circumstance
I was devoured
by an emotional fire.
And more confusion
because of all that consumed me
and the feelings that entombed me.
And I eventually started to see my limitations
while hoping for reconciliation
from those feelings I could not control
By way of logic that I knew the mind could hold.
Though benumbed
I desperately attempted to explain the mind’s realizations
to the heart
but logic had been torn away
from my being’s state
for I was now lost in a life of hardship
in a confusing dream
and I was left with my heart’s
subliminal scream.
And I asked…
Where can I find tranquility
from this calamity
that is in the here and now?
And then I finally realized
what I had been offered
and what was now proposed.
I had to let it be.
How could I hold on
when it was so painful for me?
So I surrendered
to the morning seed
which had inseminated my world
and I succumbed to an existence
that seemed surreal
but the course needed
so as to heal.
The final Act ?
The curtain must fall, my love must take flight,
slip onto the wings of history and be carried aloft,
onto the pages of a book that can never be written,
therefore, never to be read – history, realizations buried,
that love, in histories eyes, was never a reality,
just a dream, the imagination that fades not from view.
The view of life’s journey, the view of the mind’s eye,
the view of this heart , the view from these old eyes.
Memory, the eyes from which history speaks.
History, the voice – a reality !, - not the dream.
Dreams, the imagination that gives life
to slowly dyeing feelings, emotions
that will not ignite your heart, nor the embers of love.
Your love, but ashes blown by the winds
of discontentment, disillusionment, of none fulfillment.
B. J. “A” 2
October 2nd 2008
Got to be in the moment. Live. Be present.
Forget the past. Don’t anticipate the future. Just live.
To presently live is to let go of anxious thoughts.
Let go of held stress baring weights.
Let go of everything that causes you to worry day in and day out.
However, future must be blocked.
Yeah, it’s good to think about the future and plan,
But too much futuristic planning
Can cause us to miss out on what’s sustaining in the present.
In the present, I find peace. I find relief.
I find presence with myself, my spirit, my soul, my God.
It’s what I look forward to.
Receiving intellect, reasoning, realizations, epiphanies,
Taking time to inhale in oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide to the earth.
Oxygen to presently live
Carbon dioxide to release whatever that doesn’t serve me.
Today, I choose to simply be and live in the present.