Tricked by the tricked, checked by the fool
I opened the doors to your footsteps, thinking I'd feel different about you
Where love would softly welcome me, you molded me in it's cage
Prettier by it's name and fancy game
It all seemed telepathically mysterious until it all turned out to be the same
Bleeding through the marks, on the very frame you drew me hearts
"Don't know, don't care" came soon after crashing about old despairs
Letters written, words worth of thousands of poems
Down the drain to some clandestine affair
Silly how time passes by only for those kicking air, finding something
Binding, and fair in depths of nowhere only to be empty again
I tread lightly now, knowing you hold me there
We were poetry, only when I allowed us to be
But maybe you forget that I tell the stories.
Their comrade was a confident lad who did not mind observations
Cowed a bit by his belief in his abilities, the other two were quiet
Unless he dove under the water, then the critiques came out
They were brutally disrespecting him, but only in low tones
And only when he could not hear them.
Others who sat near, observed, smirking a bit.
Because they were cousins to the swimmer
and would gladly tell him about it afterwards.
He would laugh like a monkey when he heard this.
He loved intimidating people without trying.
You adore the moon only when it is full and bright
across the endless expanse of the night sky.
That is why I fear your love,
like a storm approaching slowly, yet surely, in its silence.
Who can tell me that you will continue to love my shadows,
when my soul is blue and heavy,
when I do not shine under that blinding light that draws you,
when I feel like a falling star, lost in the night?
When I feel like a disappointment reflecting on the surface of a tranquil lake,
hiding the depths of my unrest,
when I doubt myself and fail to reach the heights you dream of,
when I am lost in my own insecurities?
I fear your love like a fragile flame,
that burns only when the wind is silent and the world is still,
for who can promise that you will stay when the clouds gather,
covering the moon’s light, leaving only darkness to reign?
When the brightness fades and only I remain,
with all my imperfections, as I am, without pretense or masks?
.
when the glint
snap'n 'gainst it's
host
thoze emeraldz
your pretty boast
leak'n sweetly up
yourn
throb'n heart
out past those moist
lips
it's true luv
not uh word do mine
receptacles
'side mine dome
review
'tiz 'nough
the leak
past yourn thought
it's sweet
each hisssss
haaaah
darling
if I could pronounce it
you'd think
that i heard each word
i just love
mine hear you sing
kiss me
shut me up
a word
shall
only come into existence
only when
we
speak of it
yet
it
becomes a reality
in this world
when
the
word become
a part of you
only
when
we
speak of it
Who can say, when the reality is subjective?
We must count time as the measure taken.
For even a hundred years might be a second.
Then who has a second to throw to the wind?
When the reality of the moment looms large.
And the sound of static pressure fills the ears.
The smooth voice of God comes through clear.
The great mysteries melt leaving naked truths.
The beauty of the world leaves people stunned.
The simple answers make for serious smiling.
And many are crying over the unexpected joy.
Some wonder if it might be we are dreaming.
Or could it simply be our dreams coming true?!
Only when,
the devoid of everything has value
when the complexity
is dissolved in wisdom,
love will win and will be;
the truth and the cure!
Glass like pottery
is fragile
and can easily break
ah! I fear to be
injured by broken glasses
as these things
too are making up.
Life's wheel stops spinning
only when we stop giving and feeling;
the confusion that the world has created
can be so easily changed.
From the time I started believing
in love, I've been getting glances of trust...
hoping that there would be happiness sparkling
in unhappy eyes and lift pain from their chest.
Life's wheel stops spinning
only when we get rid of desperation
and find kinder words of consolation;
tomorrow we'll hear those crowds cheering.
Life's wheel stops spinning
only when we don't trust in our intuition.
Follow me, take your lovely dreams along...
we'll find a sky without clouds:
where every bird is free like us;
move fast, the day won't last for very long.
Life's wheel stops spinning
only when we show a waning feeling;
put in all the strength and grit you have,
how wonderful is to be brave!
a
Only when
Our destinies' paths did cross, my love
The meaning of life became to me
Apparent!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 July 2019
Don't say that slander is as dangerous as a deep torrent
And people who’re banished sink forever like sediment.
Although with painstaking filtration the panning is bound,
Only when the sand is filtered out, can the gold be found.
(Tran.)
Only when the sun went down
did man invent the light.
Or was it when the moon gave shine
that man would claim insight.
That even as the sky went dark
man would say it's night.
As only how the moon goes round
could man have said he's right.
D-on't ask the Lord why
H-e doesn't answer every call;
A-lthough He has all things,
N-o way He allows the wrong
G-oal.
E-arly twenty-third of June,
B-elieve in God's power;
I-mmeasurable love is brought,
D-evil's hate won't take
O-ver.
E-ternal God gives graces,
C-all and He will heed;
H-e will grant your request,
O-nly when you
N-eed.
D-o all things with love,
I-t will keep you from gray;
A-nger will take no chance,
N-o grace is far
A-way.
O-nly when you love,
P-ure delight will wait for you;
E-cstasy, mirth, and rapture
R-emain far from blue.
A-ugust ninth Wednesday,
R-eal blessing comes from above;
I-t'll be given to you,
O-nly when you love.
S-hadows of the night are gone,
A-fter the darkness disappears;
L-onely evening has faded,
O-ne new morn wipes away tears.
M-arch tenth lovely Thursday, the sun starts to shine,
E-arly dawn has broken, and the weather is fine.
T-ry your best to please the Lord,
A-lways obey His command;
L-earn to fight for the faith,
E-vil deeds must be off your hand.
N-ever will you allow iniquity
T-o dwell in your life;
O-nly when you leave sin behind, you will win the strife.
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