How to cope with shams without unveiling their pretences
As their masks of honesty don’t hide their real faces?
They keep feigning virtue and innocence.
But their humbug can’t gain our credence.
They can easily stab us in the back.
And change everything from white to black.
To push us out of the track
And put us on the rack.
Aims are achieved through conspiracy.
Promises are broken through inconstancy.
All is insincerity, deceit and fallacy.
Shame on fakes, symbols of hypocrisy!
Mark the jerk deserves a big stab, not now, shall give him another chance!
Misty clouds fill my eyes,
After you stabbed my heart,
With a blade forged in hate.
Pain oozes out like blood,
But neither red nor caked –
Yet it outlives all thought.
Have you ever had a day
When you wish you had wings
So you could fly away
From all the bull and everything
Only to find out hey
God had specific plans
If I hadn’t had bad days
I’d miss my blessings and
I’d be less interesting
Like a bird with no song
Unable to do mentoring
With lack of experience to lean on
Even when life seems
like a stab in the dark
I hear God speaking
Lighting up my heart
Judged
1.
They are all liars,
Talking about others
Behind their backs,
Thinking they are better.
2.
But everyone has
Their own faults.
They don’t see
The pain a person hides,
Just because they’re smiling.
3.
A day will come,
A day when they are judged
For all the things
They have done.
4.
All I feel for them is pity—
Pity for the words
They’ve spoken,
For the things
They’ve done.
5.
Everyone has
Their own flaws,
Yet they still judge
Others for theirs.
But I am no better
Than they are.
6.
I prefer words said to my face,
Rather than whispered behind my back.
They’re all hypocrites—
They smile at you,
Then stab you in the back.
They change colors
As quickly as a chameleon.
The cleanest water source
Radiates a bright golden light
Light rain, this snow, that pleasant wind,
But somehow, the weather is still cloudy
A sky darker than usual
Will I ever see the bright golden sunlight?
How long will this fertile soil last?
This place so flawless I would build my home
But the scarcity is so great
Will I ever be in a place as good as this?
Every tick hurts like a stab
I don't need the sunlight.
Hate
In civilized quarters, an outrageous obscenity:
Unwashed, perishing pant
And, for real, a dismaying insanity,
When a hater heatedly rants
At his subject of unusual dislike,
Whom he would’ve loved to strike:
His heart hammering vessel –damaging beats,
His head contending with an ache a doctor treats.
With hate, nothing is normal any more,
Haters best action, an unsightly sore,
With glances that like dagger stab
And fast breathing that would air grab
And reflections on hundreds of things
United by Death with wings!
Hate is the firmest shutting
Of the outlet to delicate love
And trust me - mortifying hitting
Of a non owner of even one boxing glove.
Knowledge of enemy’s demolishing fate
And serial number on Satan’s punitive slate
Comes with the Supreme Hate
Also, how long his success shall have to wait
Plus the exact date
Of the unlocking on his behalf of cemetery’s gate.
laze upon long stinging
persist the tear-falling stab
can't subsume a choice for yourself
It's a watching pleasure
and my breathing survival
to mark your sucking endurance
Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky --
Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds --
Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend
To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges
Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which
Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos
Of fiery ice -- to greet them, to acknowledge their
Triumph over once-soft, once-pliant 'Mother Earth'...
Like bullets from b-b guns or darts from tasers
They burrow into the earth, into snowdrifts, into
Snowbanks, slashing their way -- howling through the
Clogged arteries of a grating metropolis, grinding her gears
I see the knives
You attempt to keep hidden
As your hand shakes mine
In this warm garden
Why hide them?
Here I am, before you–
Pull your arm back, throw,
And then relish the view
Of me collapsing to my knees
Blood staining my skin
Blood spilling from my lips
Staining my grin–
Why wait for me
To be unguarded
Til you throw your blades
And split my head?
War works not
In that cowardly way
Why not gun me down
While I stand, clear as day?
Why pretend to befriend me
Before taking my trust
And using it to send me
Crumbling in the dust?
If you must stab me
Then why not act fast?
Rip out my heart quick
And destroy my past––
Eyes are hunting from seven to four.
If they'll see you walking outside,
Whispers start to murmur behind that door.
You never knew how many stabbed wounds you got.
Just because you wear a repeated mistake
They will add overwhelming stories a lot.
No matter how you try to play safe and be nice,
You will get the same damage two or three times.
Not an attitude but a culture that runs through years
People are too numb; you see them no tears.
False issues are those that could break respect.
So many disappointments; what else to expect?
Hunting doesn't stop until hunted down.
You'll never notice; you are now everyone's clown.
Not a game but a backstabbing competition
Overpowering the weak matters in this institution
LeiStrauss2017
Simply said, my dear, stars cannot punch skies
but stab with little pin size tears-
a blue-black canvas painted with suns’ demise.
Color of dark spawning our fears.
Light seeps into streets, from yellow windows.
Our footsteps soft, yet hurried,
tonight. Skylines streaked silver crash cymbals
so piercing they could wound those buried.
Yet this spring night drapes over our old hearts
beating, yours a gold gem when I press
my lips to your breath. Light rain starts-
I envision summers, rose sunsets.
From each stab wound we unkindly inflict upon our planet it is our blood that is spilled!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 November 2016
*In its last report UNICEF declares that 2.0 billion out of 2.6 billion children, breathe toxic air!
When I am loving you,
you betrayed me.
Now, I am hurt,
you started saying "I love you".
And right now you feel that love
that I used to have for you.
I am not like a moon,
when the day comes,
it disappear,
then comes back again at night.
I am a glass, when it's broken,
never comes to its original shape.
The knife when cause me wounds,
it will eventually healed,
but your tongue
is keeping me bleeding.
It will take a century to heal.
When you try to stab me use a blade.
1 Borneo. 240116. 06:03PM.
The only stabs I've ever endured
Have been stabs from the heart.
One day you're best friends
The next it falls apart.
You trust, you give, you help, you love
It's who you were born to be.
But getting stabbed in the heart
Is preventing me from being free.
I'll recover, I'll survive, I'm a warrior
Just like Demi Lovato, I look up to her.
One day at a time, one moon at a time
I'll be the one with my own healing power.
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