I pray to the god of everlasting remorse.
I rip out my heart to throw on the altar of dead ends.
May I be delivered from the sinful haters,
To re-establish ties with my benevolent friends.
China's Wuhan suffers first
Ordinary people re-establish community spirit
Vaccine is medical research excellence
Informing goes digital but excludes
Donald's selfish foolishness
I am beloved of God
Created in His image and likeness
Moving in His ways to eternity
I am what He says I am
I have what He says I have
I can do what He says I can do
Do not envy me for I am the apple of His eyes
He is with me always
Therefore, you cannot be against me
He loves me so much
And even when I went the way of sinners
He did not abandon me
He rather sent His only son
To re-establish a stronger relationship with me
I am joyous for I shall live eternally
Cause He bought me at a price of great suffering
I am saved
I am healed
I am delivered
I am blessed
I can do all things through Christ.
Happy Easter!
another sleepless night spent
reminiscing of presence as
the hours become sombre
and the last remnants
of joy are scattered in lines.
another sleepless night spent
setting pupils ablaze as
memories revive their assail
and sobs become raw
with every attempted composure.
another sleepless night spent
comtemplating a compromised vein as
the blade seduces flesh
and a distraction is discovered
in the form of a pain-filled exchange.
another sleepless night spent
mourning wholesomeness' passing as
pleas are considered to re-establish
and mistakes are magnified
before each apologetic draft.
another sleepless night spent
beckoning a meeting of prints as
forgiveness feels forlorn
and devolpment is required
to salvage a piece of reconcilliation.
As your heart breaks,
his fake facade crumbles to dust;
yet you're ready to forgive past mistakes,
and re-establish trust.
Awash with emotional tides and acid tears,
time has slowly dissolved your doubts and calmed your fears.
And you evoke the happy years,
determined to salvage love, whatever it takes.
(Crumbling Rhyme)
Greed and conceit,
Masters to be of today's world,
Are fighting to establish their dominion
Of
Anarchy and chaos
By
Subjugating compassion and humbleness
But
Mighty love, that dwells in our hearts,
Once released
Would obliterate these evils and re-establish order
So
As to reflect the will of heavens:
Harmony!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 February 2019
Situation
Switch off mind’s clutter and swish with your soluble soul
Seize the second swirl away seizure’s silent convulsions
Sequence sequesters surpass surreptitious soliloquies
Resistance
Ruminating reason and ravenous rapture restrict and resurface
Reticent roads as they relinquish romance and rhapsody’s roar
Re-infest the refuge re-establish revulsive rigid riposte in return
Peace
Paint pastels’ panache peruse provident past pastures
Pack pipe dreams and perilous pitfalls persist and perceive
Proceed to pink palettes of plentiful panorama and passion
Every day He Searches Recollects and Ponders when all he
Might think of is to breathe in and out without thought
Something strange is happening within the Circle of Trust,
Those within have started forming squares,
Some of which contain little triangles,
And drawbridges are no longer all down.
The circle has now stopped growing,
With trust being transferred to Lawyers,
And their Cylinders of papers.
Safely tied up with legal ribbons.
If any more stop holding hands,
We may no longer have a circle we can trust,
To be a round.
With a wave of distrust sweeping the land,
It will need all hands to the pump,
Or all we will see is a flat liner.
It still may be possible to re-establish that which has been lost,
Should we ever see the need to pay the cost,
Of helping the Untrustworthy become trustworthy,
So, the Circle of Trust can be restored to its former glory.
Verse 1
Imagine if you could go beyond, the shackles of the chains and bonds
To truly love again, just imagine
Imagine if you could touch the sky and climb a wall like ten feet high
To open your heart, just imagine
Ooh just imagine, ooh just imagine
Verse 2
Imagine if you could unify, a broken past, bitten twice shy
To be vulnerable, just imagine
Imagine if you could crumble down, the walls created to surround
To remove the guards, just imagine
Ooh just imagine, ooh just imagine
Bridge
A new perspective there to take, an unbound dream to re-awake
My script of all revisions new
Persistent continuity, facing all uncertainty
A bright scene, a refreshing view
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Verse 3
Imagine if you could wind the clocks, identify the stumbling blocks
To re-establish with clarity
Imagine a journey not the same, an open trust right there to gain
To receive new opportunity
Ooh now I see
Ooh I believe in me
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©?
The grasses massaged our feet
Till the hissers crawled beneath
Such a boastful way to greet.
The darkness reigned with silence
Till the stingers made an entrance
Such a pompous way to dance.
It's about time we re-establish our dominance
It all starts at around five thirty
And by six thirty the entire canopy
Is awash with white birds flattering
Or resting or just having bird fun
I approach just as dusk beckons
After a fascinating African sunset
And there they are happily unsettled
Seeking fun or to re-establish their lair
For the wide-canopied acacia tree
Is visibly reeling from the weight
Of hundreds of seemingly indefatigable
Singing, dancing or simply playful birds
I leave the place as darkness thickens
And wish them a pleasant slumber
And return to my solitary corner
For the long nocturnal journey
To tomorrow and all its chores
And I promise myself an early rise
To check on my neighbour birds
But find them gone, all of them
What brings them back to this tree
For strange as it might sound
There’s not a single nest there
And not a single nestling, either?
Maybe head west, to seperate the best
Go as far as dust travels less
By wind nor rain will my ambition stop
But behold! Naive Voyager... God will end your clock
I might thumb to south flagging down cars
Engaging with lonely strangers discussing Mars
Red Dust be swirled and tangled free
On this Earth, keep my running repetitiously
To divide my best, Hear my guns roar
Lying with Tigers uneven stripes, "what's the score?"
Of black or white, orange dots
Passing by on a camoflauge block
Sometimes when I'm just walking
My biggest illusions are failure stalking
Me like a prey or like a prayer
Back to those dusty lions in thier lairs
But he who can leave will re-establish
A shrine that may resembleth two tablets
Just to break commandments, Oh here we go!
A quasi Chrisitan/Atheist.. that's just so two weeks old!
There is a silk long thread sewn by my love.
at times it may just skip a notch, like love
I've hastened more than weary tales to where?
I found you in the turmoils soothing love.
Don't tilt, for if we both should reach the edge.
to heighten voices both shall shift such love.
I've stepped inside that reflect mirror phase.
Each proclaims: I am on loan from love.
The lips I seal as left were the usual brailles.
define each of the signatures leading love.
I should not phone or think whilst host of vibes.
thinks those which comes so often, doubting love.
Acts and facts may dream my rival's place
when thinking not from stepping from our love.
This quarantine is as honest as the soul
when the tranquil eye is led towards my love.
I crave the turning twist of speed, unknown,
to re-establish what was now, as love.
Try this, that whom is seen, shall not show love,
when ours alone is special, don't risk that love.