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Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and new beginnings.
Of openings back to where we came in.
New meanings are foaming and forming
within the fatted belly of doing and screwing until done.
Come watch a new one get sprung.
A new shape to take place of the old, behold
and believe in your prayers.
They keep coming these layers and layers
and faces of women and men.
Turn around just to begin again.
The death came
You were asleep
An offer you made
You couldn't resist
He asked you plainly
At point-blank
Your soul to carry
To oblivion's bank
Where Angels wait
With outstretched wings
Your soul to embrace
As heaven sings
Then with them to fly
To the place of bliss
Where the Lord awaits
To give you a kiss
You gladly accepted
Your body to leave
And soar to the heavens
Where souls don't grieve!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 January 2017
* This little poem is a tribute to a good friend of mine, a pure soul,
that passed away yesterday while asleep. In a few hours, the burial
will take place. There are a lot of things to be done till then and I have
to do them!
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Henry’s gotten old enough
For phone calls to take place
And now, with new technology,
We get to see his face.
But also he sees ours, as well
As where we do reside.
He doesn’t get here often, so
A tour we did provide.
“There’s Grandpa in the kitchen
Cooking pasta in the pot
And chopping mozzarella cheese,
Which Henry likes a lot!
Look outside – there goes a taxi
And some buildings, big and tall.
In the living room are pictures –
Yes, of you! up on the wall.”
What a wonderful connection!
Though we’re kept apart by miles,
Thanks to mobile phones and WiFi,
We can see each other’s smiles.
Grandpa even gave a tickle
And a high-five at the end.
Though we couldn’t really touch him,
It was better than pretend.
I never prayed for patience
It was not my forte
as I'm one who wants things
to always move right away
but I've learned that life
is like planting a seed.
It will grow in its own time
and we can't really intercede
now imbibition comes first
that's when the water enters in
it activates the seed's enzymes
so growth can now begin
the seed then develops a root
it commences to sprout and shoot
and the process of photomorphogenesis begins to take place
when the light comes in
and determines that seed's growth rate
and like the seed of God
His anointed word
it grows inside of us
usually unobserved
it moves at its own pace
it renews us from inside
it moves with a mighty strength
that never ever subsides
so wait on the Lord
let God take you to germination
wait on the Lord
with patience and a godly determination
and know that God has already cleared
the runways in your life
you're now ready for takeoff
so just enjoy the flight
soar my sisters soar
like eagles flying high
soar my sisters soar
it's time to take the skies
so take the time and recognize the shift
when God moves about
realize and summarize that
the process is tantamount
soar my sisters soar
it's time to run and not grow weary
soar my sisters soar
walk and never be faint nor dreary
let God pour into you
so that you may sprout and grow shoot
let God imbibiate you
so you may get those spiritual roots
soar my sisters soar
take flight like an eagle
soar my sisters soar
rise above all of life upheavals
your destined for greatness
for you have been ordained
soar my sister soar
now go fly high in Jesus's name
What kills
Are the thrills seem to have gone
Like my ever decreasing youth
I failed to use
The gift I abused
Thinking I was my God
I was entitled
My very own referee
Bingo Caller inches taller
Over all and sundry
But retracing my track's
My receipt's don't cover my taxes
Refunding pearl's in plundered shell's
Warranties have expired
Upon an ocean floor beside bald tyres
And discarded plastic bag's
On fish to snag
For 1 final thrill
Like growing up
I would kill
Glancing beyond a windowsill
Where The rain still dances upon the fresh cut grass
I can no longer smell or even tell cares
For the fresh air or sun
Bored as I of perpetual cutting and growing
Never knowing if anything else will ever take place
Or replace the 1st time feeling
Alive
Feeling
Anything but Hollow
as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a day we'll always remember
over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September
but for the grace of God it might have been me
to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy
life is a series of sequences and events that take place
and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace
at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven
but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven
safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls
far away from the events that on New York took such a toll
the nation and the world were shook to their foundations
that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation
two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers
an attack on American soil in the early morning hours
and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day
I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again
mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends
and while I sit in this anointed pew
the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed
a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ
a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives
Sometimes I learnt, mmhh……… actually,
Most of the times that…………
Words are lesser than actions
And actions don’t depict intentions
Half this life one spends wondering literally in the mind.
I on the other end,
Have a rendezvous with sleep.
Wonder I left to the well built intellectually,
Like Okumu!
I want to visit Jamaica while not high!
My wedding will take place in Venice,
The city of masqueraders in the name of aristocrats!
Of merchants and shylocks!
Clearly I don’t wonder!
I am ten feet deeper than the corpse
Somehow on my way down there,
I heard them whisper from afar
And now I am about to reach the earth’s core………..
I heard magma burn with fiery down there!
Could it be the same hell the vicar preached?
Truly I wonder not!
All the same, I happened!
I am the rule of the thumb-
If it wasn’t written, it didn’t happen.
Where you ask?
Right in the pupil of your eye
As you stare into my lips, reciting this piece to you
And to think I don’t wonder!
Form:
We’ve come North Carolina in October…to visit the Blue Ridge Mountain Range…
to experience the coolness of the season and watch the leaves of Autumn change.
We’ve come in early October because we are of the belief
the colors this year will be beautiful…and we don’t want to miss a leaf.
The blending of one season to the next…is one of the marvels of time and space….
and we want to be in at the beginning…to watch this change take place.
We’ve chosen our cabin in the mountains…where the view always enthralls…
to watch this particular miracle of nature: the merging of Summer into Fall.
To stand in the midst of the forest…to admire the trees before they shed….
to see and feel the colors change…from green….to orange and yellow and red.
Since we arrived at the end of summer…we find ourselves in-between…
Fall is just around the corner and the leaves are still tinted in various shades of green.
Knowing what is coming…knowing it’s but a few sunrises away
we’re filled with the same anticipation we feel
before opening presents on Christmas Day.
We know once the presents are unwrapped…
we’re in for a wonderful surprise…
Only this time the presents will unwrap themselves…
right before our eyes.
As I say the green leaves have not changed color yet…
Summer’s control is still a little stronger…
which is fine with us because we get to enjoy this wonderful feeling of anticipation…
for a little while longer.
There was a small town Nowhere.
It was in a state Somewhere.
In this town lived a family,
Ding, dong a bell strikes hourly.
A rich family named AtAll.
Ding, dong the bell tower stands tall.
Also in the state Somewhere,
There was a smaller town
Everywhere.
In this town lived a family,
Ding, Dong a bell strikes hourly.
The family Else, who with AtAll get
along.
In the tower the bell goes ding, dong.
These families fought for a long time
And accomplished as much as a
talking mime.
The family Else never went Nowhere.
Ding, dong this sound from the bell
did blare.
And the family AtAll mever goes
Somewhere.
Ding, dong a sound that you know
from where.
Noone AtAll loved Nobody Else,
But Noone's dad hated Everyone
Else;
And Everyone was Nobody's father.
Ding, dong the bell gets louder.
Nevertheless Nobody proposed to
Noone.
Ding, dong the bell strikes its familiar
tone.
Noone accepted Nobody's proposal;
They set the wedding for April
And take place Nowhere.
Ding, dong this song fills the air.
It's the wedding day and the AtAlls
know about it
Ding, dong continues the bell with its
habit.
All the people are at the church in
the middle of Nowhere,
Then the AtAlls started appearing
from Everywhere.
The wedding was cut short that day;
Bang, boom, blast battle broke way.
Nobody alone remains when the
battlw nears its end.
Bang, boom, blast the final shot left
none to stand.
Broken hearted, alone and forsaken
A promenade in the misty twilight
Under bridges of Paris nights
I walk the years of time
The pain makes me feel real
I know I am alive
Loneliness lingers on
All I dreamed, has all but gone
Cut my heart and make me bleed
Fallen angels from the sky
Can not save my drowning soul
Gothic angels dress my earthly wounds
Crimson fires burn within
Killing the demons, and all my sin
The mist or morning, brings new hopes
Magicians and swords, keep dragons at bay
The final battle for this heartless soul
Will take place along a bridge called desire
I peer into zombie eyes
They are calling for me
Underneath is where I belong
Or so they say
Under bridges of the seine
Where broken hearts live
To die