We cannot transcend time,
Nor can we outrun the blinding light of that hour.
Yet,
We swallow that very light,
And holding it to our chests, we sublimate it
At the speed of light.
"Good night, our baby."
In the middle of the mess we just made,
In that ditch of ruin and annihilation,
When I look into your eyes,
You are already looking into mine,
At the speed of light—
"Meow."
A quiet apology already seeps into your pupils.
Very well, I absolve you of your sins!
Who am I, anyway?
Just a being who cleans up your every single day.
And should we face that ruinous moment again tomorrow,
I shall gladly catch your mess with my own two hands!
A thinking mind,
Is in constant dialogue with the divine;
A compassionate heart,
Strives to keep love from ruinous hate apart;
An enlightened soul,
Prays, apotheosis to be her ultimate goal!
This is the Trilogy of Man, that
helps him stay in tune with his destiny, the Cosmos, and
The ONE!
Demetrios Trifiatis
10 August 2026
The river from nowhere flows across the Earth
From every tiny town and hidden hamlet, it comes
To gather the waste of fallen man in countless streams
And carry it across the terrestrial surrendering sphere
The river running from nowhere
Comes voiceless and without song
Acid, ruinous, its life course runs outside of dreams
Silently carrying the waste of sin from its source
It heaves itself up in steaming swells
From the undergrounds of human loss
Vomiting fluids from terror filled wells
Onto the pink flesh of the innocent newborn
And in the clear air of Spring orchards
Stagnant pools form, lying still and hopeless
Cold wetness percolating into the black scared earth
Passing into hell’s icy bottom of death’s eternal void
Jesus Christ preached tolerance.
Mohammed did the same.
Yet modern day messiahs,
Have brought upon them shame.
The Hindu faith is peaceful,
Jainism and Buddhism too.
But religious fanatics
Spread hatred through and through.
Every war is ruinous,
Many human lives are lost.
Conflicts benefit no one.
They come at tremendous cost.
Let us break the shackles,
Of extremist discourse.
Let's spread peace and harmony.
Let's be a positive force.
Jesus Christ preached tolerance.
Mohammed did the same.
Yet modern day messiahs,
Have brought upon them shame.
The Hindu faith is peaceful,
Jainism and Buddhism too.
But religious fanatics
Spread hatred through and through.
Religion is a binding force,
Meant to guide the human race,
On the path to righteousness,
To achieve the Gods’ grace.
Misguided by avarice,
Nations are driven to war.
Artificial boundaries
Created; humanity tarred.
Every war is ruinous,
Many human lives are lost.
Conflicts benefit no one.
They come at tremendous cost.
Let us all break the shackles,
Of extremist discourse.
Let's spread peace and harmony.
Let's be a positive force.
For too long has Mother Earth,
Borne the disasters of wars.
It is time that mankind joins,
And travels together afar.
Let us forget jingoism;
Join the brotherhood of Man.
Eliminate all conflicts.
Together, we surely can.
O’ Casagemas,
what is this Heartbreak I hear,
from this woman with sagged, fired breasts
and onion hips that tell a strumpet?
This cruel, shameless voyeur
with little mind — who owns a
vainglorious torso;
a Lady Serpent, viperous!
O’ Casagemas,
this Heartbreak hurts,
running streams of cold blood at cockcrow.
We cannot be counted among men
but among lizards with tail monuments.
Veronica, Juliet, Ada or Ulu?
How does one even spell her name, with votive
words, or with streaks of bleeding ink?
Heartbreak spills from a hollow platter, gushing
cascades of heated tears.
Caustic! A ruinous fountain.
Dream.
Casagemas sprouts, a monocotyledon
on which she feasts — succubus!
Incubus at noon.
Night.
Painted on the frame of a subtopia,
this naked virago — pulse of falsetto —
weeps at the feet of the grave of Casagemas.
Morning.
Velvet roses and tailored satin, pink and white fluff
for Casagema’s Rebirth
and christening ceremony.
In attendance:
fair daughters of Eve, naked, baby-fresh and
Casagemanous, to wreak vengeance on this
hag with a fluke in her liver.
She left at the yawn of dawn
Between fog-densed waking hour
And rain-soused grey morning.
Veiled, her image was laced in silhouette.
She stood behind the fog-rain, a dark
Painting, sketched in black crayons of
Languor.
Her breath, one streak of ink
Of a satanic fresco on a dingy subway.
And the breath of the rain was heavy,
Brewed in hauteur -
So was the world between us two,
Lame and proscribed.
She wandered through flighty directions.
Grouches filled her lugubrious lungs,
Blotches on the sludged track, echoing
Her slouch.
She was one mass of trembling grief.
I was one hulk of ruinous pain.
Between us, the funeral of love.
Threnodies held court on the once soft
Yolk of hugs that sensitized an ageing
Romance.
Dawn darkened with the pulse of grief
Rain pelted the senses held by solemn
Consternations, recreating a fruitless
Void of hollow trepidations.
She lurched and sidled towards the
Crag-lined route, towards earth’s drooling
Beck... and I knew the funeral
Was over.
The roof has borne its share
Of winter's chill, summer's heat,
Of storms and rains,
The wood consumed by termites,
Spiders weaving webs throughout the home.
Ants have claimed the very foundation,
Young rats, in ruinous floods.
The people, they were scorched
By literal fires, or by a hidden agony
Hoarded deep within their hearts.
They became exiles,
Driven by a neighbor's torment,
Or by utter destitution,
Or by the callous neglect of their own kin.
Amalek is the archetypal enemy of the Jews and the symbol of evil in Jewish religion and folklore. Amalekites represent an "eternally irreconcilable enemy" that wants to murder Jews.
Israel begins a war against Iran
The battle rages on, it seems
The time has come, can wait no longer
Must stop the threats’ unending streams
From Tehran, Middle East warmonger
They’ve added fuel to the fire
And paid big bucks, attack Zion
Atomic bombs prepare, aspire
Their demise begins at dawn
Rise up, the land of lions, roaring
You waited long enough to fight
Stay on the map you must be warring
And ruinous deliver smite
Amalekites, the vicious slayers
Must never gain the upper hand
To answer Jewish fervent prayers
In truly Biblical last stand
No one to know what future’s holding
But let this be a swift defeat
We watch events as they’re unfolding
May Zion’s victory be sweet
June 13, 2025
“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act V, Scene I
I weep by the stardust shore where seraphs sing
Tangerine tears rain despair ‘neath a velveteen veil
My melancholic muse, muslin-wrapped in ice-cold caskets
Slain by ruinous romance swirled in absinthe abstractions
Despondent sloughs bespeak the depths of my soul
Saffron scars scream sonnets through metaphorical mists
Morose melodies paint scabs on pastiche strophe
Pregnant pause, so precious, submerged in lurid lament
But then it whispered, a voice unvarnished by purple plumes
A verse, it bloomed, untainted by thesaurus bleeds
Sculpting off silken scaffolds pasted upon profligate poetry
Leaving a profounder palate for plainer prosody
Fools thought wisdom speak in sequin-laced soliloquy
But wise men abrade from calligraphic charade
The moon would be a dull, gray rock without the Sun's light.
An opinion would be a thought without one's voice.
A man would be useless without a purpose.
So, all the men that stand before me are nothing,
as they brandish their swords;
squeezing the hilt like my throat,
constricting the words from it before they're even spoken.
My men were tethered to Earth,
they tortured themselves daily for fleeting escape.
My luminous glow was their temptation, their envy.
As I was the moon;
a quiet beauty that spoke volumes.
My men chip away at my craters, their shadow swallowing the Sun's last rays.
I am now a rock;
Stoic, rigid.
Ruthless. Ruinous.
The light drained from my now-hollowed features.
A merciless wreckage pounded into rock, hollowed from its light.
The Other Side
The day looms tall
Crushing the hopes
of every budding reed
with ruinous strikes
of harrowing memories
raiding the mind
See the broken rubbles
of shattered Dauntless desires
dancing with the blustering wind
bestowing bleakness
stirring endless expectations
Long forbidding fingers dig deep in,
Appearing black contrast on pale skin,
The puppeteer directs your gaze,
A brief view but the vision stays,
Ruinous renderings plague the brain,
His dark imprint now shall remain.
Rhapsody of rainbow
morphs melted
into morose mélange,
scattered in sullen sky.
Bleeding colors bleached
from twilight cloud
ruinous rainstorm daubs
as derelict blemish
on abandoned shards
of broken heart.
Shades of blue
permeate pining
frayed linen
of lost love.
Requiem of roses
resonates profound
in melancholic concerto.
Drooping petals languish
for dripping tear drops
of mourning dew,
desiccating dismayed
in somber sunshine
in deserted mind,
where for bracing
cold desolate stone
fallen flowers
make bouquet
for deceased passion.
Cacophony capsuled
in suffusing cauldron
of mute melody,
lost in tempestuous sea
of incongruent tune,
chaotic symphony
dismantles harmony
on discordant waves.
Synthetic smiles sneer
scarred scenario
of lonesome life.
Sanguine songs turn
to convoluted noise,
echoing in solemn soul.
Lattice of life
seen through
languid cynic lens
magnifies mystified
into crooked contortion
of eschewed essence.
In the maze of commerce, a tale unfolds,
A deal both juicy and complex, as the story is told.
A buyer steps forth, with hope and trepidation,
Wondering if this purchase will bring jubilation.
Was it the allure of a bargain, too good to resist?
Or the pressure of a deadline, a contract to enlist?
Perhaps the buyer, is stuck in a rut, sought a change,
A rollercoaster ride?, through a market so strange.
With status on the line, and decisions start to shatter,
The buyer pondered deeply, what truly would matter.
Would this be a a calamity in disguise?
As the purchase came to fruition, under watchful eyes.
Yet, through the plummet of doubt, and the rise of belief,
The buyer found solace, and a sense of relief.
For in the dance of deals, both ruinous and grand,
The heart of the buyer, held steady in hand.
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