I believe
This isn't the world's end
As the sun rises and sets,sets and rises
It reborns everyday
As the sea rises and falls,falls and rises
It remains every minute
As the leaf falls to give way to a new leaf
And the new leaf falls again to give way to another
It dies but it reproduces
Similarly there must be a stretch from here
It's believed to be either the hell or the heaven
So do good to avoid repentance and penalty
So live now with your belief
In your religion,your god and your heaven
And so the last but not the least
Live also with your loved ancestors
Reborn in your mind
Like the sun,the sea and the leaf
We all blame life
Life is cruel,barbaric and unfair we say
That Life is an abstract concept
Each time we cursed her, we jinxed our stars
She is the collective us
She reproduces what we create
She regurgitates what we feed her
She is us , we are life !
The greatest democracy to ever exist,
The democracy that fought to survive,
Is bigger than any country on Earth,
It’s governed by a healthy sex drive,
Where each generation reproduces itself,
Electing somebody who’s fitter,
Replacing the old, with one in a million,
Where one sperm is elected the winner.
And the old governing body falls by the side,
Making room for the healthy new hearts,
In every species, all over the world,
From humans to peacocks to sharks,
The greatest democracy to ever exist,
To be perfect after every election,
Is nature itself, in an evolving democracy,
The democracy of Natural Selection.
God reproduces his wisdom to infinity so as to be reflected in every single existence!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 September 2017
*Back just for today!
Such a gigantic tree.
Heads made of three.
Branches swinging free.
Birds set-off and flee.
Such beauty as a lee.
Don't try to be me.
Neither he.
Cast of termite and bee.
Thou fruits resemble thee.
Reproduces abundantly like she.
The ventral view is a key.
The clouds displays like the sea.
Just get to see.
Roots can be found in a wide dig.
Such wonderful and deep.
showing fancy lifestyles of teens.
Such a great a leader just like a reed.
Such doom can only be seen by a beam.
This is a nice steam.
Keep it up to your kin.
Just as you will do to your king.
To produce a baby on earth
cannot be just a biological role
or a pleasurable human project
not a byproduct of sweet love
It is a role to bring up a human
someone with a mission on earth
to build or to bring happiness to all
One whom even birds will honor
But when the duty is mishandled
Surely the parent joyfully reproduces
a monster creature to the world
to destroy, curse and cause sorrows
That is when parenthood is a joke
Yoke around the neck unimaginable
A cow in the kitchen
A cow in the bedroom
is the woman once loved
and venerated by fiancee
but drummed as a drum
She tills the land she owns not
and reproduces for drummers
she is the machine of pleasure
never greased, rarely thanked
She is dry cow-hide available
for drumming as ancient drum
of grandfather’s times
the right to drum with sticks
and even with bottles, cutters
the right to milk without feeding
is a right of the man called husband
Yes, whenever man’s hands itch
he has freedom to play the drum
available in the kitchen, bedroom
as he scatters his lips in satisfaction
Drummed here in Africa for ages
molested around the world for fun
is the woman, the queen of life
whose tears, blood gashes for joy
of those who play her as drum
believing she’s semi-human
A Little fish
I opened a tin of sardines in olive oil for my evening meal.
Headless and nicely packed they were except for one that
had a head on and was alive. I filled water in a glass jar put
the sardine in and fed it bread crumbs.
The headless sardines in the tin so still and dead I could
not eat them put the tin back in the fridge.
My little sardine grew too big for the jar cats were circling
the house looking for a way in, so I took it to the empty lake
that once had Bluegills fished to extinction,
set my sardine free to feed on rotten vegetation
I don`t know how fish reproduces, but a year later a school
of sardines were swimming around except for one that
swam the opposite way- Bonanza! Grilled sardines and
the people rejoiced thought it was going to last forever,
and then there were none except one my sardine in oil.
I went down to the lake when it saw me it was so glad
it jumped up in the air and was caught by a passing bird.
Empty lake a dead eye in the wilderness tells no story.
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