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Up here Inside there at the Center
My Voices quickly Come slap again
They Point it out and Run it down harsh
It Smarts
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Over another Off to the Left
My Voices funny Voices clever Chatting
They Smile at me and Nod yeah yeah
It's Good
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Backwards Sideways Rolling along
My Voices Remember Odd defiant now
They Mix it up and Flesh it out nice
It Kicks
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
Front toward Right under All the way
My Voices harden Voices strong Pushing
They Grab on and Hold tight Straight up
It’s Solid
Voices Voices I got it I Hear you
Voices Voices I know it I’m Listening
LIFE SHOULD BE MEANINGFUL:
Welcome to a new day...!
Look at life here on earth today,
It will definitely grow old,someday.
Even if it doesn't ... Just to say,
Then it would die young along the way.
Life is very beautiful,
When it's meaningful.
Moving with deems...,
Growing with dreams.
That was a piece of childhood.
A moment a child wish for adulthood.
Thinking it's all happiness to be an adult.
The reality is blurred so we lay an exult.
Childhood is filled with folly,
Where you only wish for a revue.
It's a jolly,
Where we later make a review.
Stuck with themes...!
Dyeing with schemes.
The chapter of life full of advice.
Where life experiences are apprised,
And mistakes become regrets,
When wasted times lack refrets.
Well,achievements bring fulfillment,
And futility brings disappointment.
Adulthood is braided with maturity,
Where as childhood with absurdity.
Well,age doesn't determines competency,
And appearance never determined by complacency.
Life should be well lived,
To Prevent future grief.
She's Always On My Mind
I love you more today,
More than I did yesterday too.
And I'll love you even more tomorrow.
I'll even love you for a smile, it's true.
Were the words spoken to her,
It was so long ago in time.
My love for her still grows the same,
Even though she rests in a place of peace, I know.
But, still, she exists,
My love is still growing, for her, evermore.
In every way possible,
Her existence makes me grateful, for sure.
All I needed to do to see you,
To tell you those words I used to say.
Was, shut my eyes, and there you were,
Standing by my side.
Such beauty she carried and held,
Wow, you were something to look at too.
My heart races all the time thinking of you.
With eager thoughts rushing through my mind,
Thinking about making love to you.
Should I half feel ashamed,
My 'cheeks' are red blush, so blame.
But this was the beauty, my late wife,
She did bring to me.
Which, I thank her,
For lighting up my world upside down, see.
Her bright face is what I gazed at,
Afar,
But she started this love song.
Updated 4/21/2023
Darkroom
A room stayed
in negativeness,
provides to be
disordered upon
faint illumination.
Some metallic clink
drives the chaos,
sums rousing fluid
facing turmoil.
Submerged paper
being toyed about,
mixed soon waved
next drafts to dangle.
A specific calming
promptly hereafter,
fate charge ahead
proving one's aims.
A final snapshot
garners a smile,
a peacock flees,
as liquids settle,
droplets dissolve,
disarray relieved,
a room darkens.
2020 July 02
I have no tears to shed
What is done,, it is done
I have no mercy to give
Words that leave the lips
Cannot be rectified
I wrote it
To tell my story
To share my experiences
To honour my upbringing
To feel my constant pain
To cherish my parents
It is meant to be written
I have no shame of myself
What have been created, it is created
I have no friends
Only those I love
And it is the love that will last forever
You have really got no idea,
No idea at all,
No idea about my life,
From up there on the wall,
When, in the morning, you blankly stare,
Deep into my eyes,
You tell me life is nice and fine,
You blindly tell me lies,
How the food and wine and lazy world,
The game I try to play,
Can be washed away with a shave,
Every single day,
But, deep down, I’m alert,
To your lies I am immune,
The lies you tell, my little mirror,
Hanging in my room.
Bill is my name, fresh-pressed, dressed in all green,
flaunting the face of a president.
I have long been a resident,
resting in your fold.
Envy may be a guest when I'm seen,
And people treat me like gold.
I'm a man of trade, made valuable by trust.
I can be a fool for stringency
or a tool for generosity.
Use this time for introspection.
I'll reveal your motive of kindness or lust.
Your use of me is your reflection.
I am wanted everywhere I effect,
a hot topic on Wall Street,
known by strangers before our first meet.
Dollar is my alternate name.
Make sure you treat me with respect
for I can bring you honor or shame.
Written 4-20-18
Adorning filth
In destructive tandem
You were meant to beautify
Sadly you are unnoticeably wasted
A pearl in the sand
What is thy worth
Unless washed and washed till
It's fit to glorify a throat?
A pearl in the sand
Masterfully crafted by the crafter
Made to be pricey
Yet so inexpensive
How have thy lost thy worth?
How have thy succumbed
Without a fight to weeds?
How have the mighty fallen
Only to be washed
Back and forth by the waves?
How have you lost your lustre?
Mother of Pearl
How have you become
An old ragged woman?
Life the other day I asked to
Tell me, if:
A dream or a reality it was,
The truth or a damn lie,
A reward or a punishment, perhaps
The wondrous growth or the bewildering decay
Meaningful or meaningless perchance,
Divine or profane?
“Whatever you imagine me to be, certainly I am
And even more for I am magic wrapped in wonder
But
It all depends on your degree of understanding for to
See the truth behind Isi's veil of mystery."
She meaningfully, replied!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 May 2016