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Tabula Rasa

You never knew you would make it till here,
Rising above the sky was never a chance
New beginnings don't end happily always
A true fighter at all times stands on the ground
Comfort never proved to be a true healer
You never knew you would make it to the ground.

TABULA RASA

   monotonous
pulsating
   perceptions
of
formal
    coherence
in
open-ended
    fantastical
            fragments
in
the hinterlands
of
ambivalence

gaps
   hiatus
     lacunae
errors
&contradictons
      discarded
then
    restored

an eclectic
    mystery
      of
        ongoing
scepticism
faded
in
a surfeit
of
    analogy

Ode for a Fortunate Infant

Ode for a Fortunate Infant

Newborn: 
  Smacked and 
    Screaming —
 Hardly more than a new fact,
    A statistic
Already forgetting
    The crush into Becoming.
This “tabula rasa,” 
Kicking and flailing,
Not yet swaddled or cradled,
Held only by Fate
In the first minutes of Destiny 
  (unformed and waiting)
With a heart
Needing to be embracd
By more than just touch,
But blessed to completely feel
The warmth of Acceptance 
That founds a first sense
Of Identity as being a Self 
    Here linked with Others…
For the first lessons of Love — 
Swaddled in belonging
Wrapped with thanksgiving. 





(c) s.y.eslnger 5/24/2024
Thanks be to God…

Tabula Rasa

TABULA RASA

A mystery, even to myself
I’m not an ogre nor an elf
Am I really a mouse that roared
My soul still remains unexplored

A mixture of thought and feelings
Matured somewhat in my dealings
Perhaps old wine that’s gently poured
My soul still remains unexplored

Enough of this hocus-pocus
I might suffer from poor focus
Yet when I looked down as I soared
My soul still remains unexplored

Tabula Rasa

Children understand children
no one else can.
Adults are not equipped with that
spotless white board
that none have written upon.

A bear cub knows it is protected
if knows nothing more.
Its mother must teach it,
mold it into into a creature
that can fight its way through
the hard shell
of this cracked world.

Instruction by example
and molding are two
very different ways to teach.
Children instinctively know this
and without our supervision
they can school us
if we take time to be that childlike.

Tabula Rasa

It’s the awkward pause when I draw a blank.
All the dreams I can’t recall.
And those whispered tender mercies 
That don’t echo down the hall.

It’s the lack of depth to the story’s plot;
Not much drama after all these years.
It’s the empty stare when I hear a song
That used to always bring me tears.

It’s forsaken anniversaries
And birthdays unobserved.
Every summertime vacation
Family portrait that’s been blurred.

All these careless reminiscences 
That never cross my mind
Are the way I put my thoughts on hold,
And keep my feelings undefined.

In the dull routine of simple tasks,
The rituals that satisfy my needs,
I elevate my posture,
Positioning my head above the weeds.

From my early morning walk about,
Till quarter past my last cold brew,
I spend my day deliberately forgetting
All those many times I’d been a fool for you.

Tabula Rasa Confession

We are born we are consciou, we do not possess mind 
Mind is a work in progress of life. 
It builds through the days of experiencial time 
conscious’s right there, right there so sublime
Tabula rasa not more then a lie
A misunderstanding of conscious and mind. 
A magical, mystical, invisible battlement
Prove of quantum physics entanglement 
A heavenly fairy tail: the gnome and the giant 
Or god himself split up in us all. 
The mind is for earthly ghosts to devour 
The conscious is sacred and ever divine. 
We are all but the same, the same in the dark. 
You would need to perceive there are forces beyond, 
beyond mind and self, beyond mind and time.  
Your consciousness would need a heavenly climb. 
As long as we dwell in material realm 
God will have a human persona, a form of a man. 
To understand creation from my point of view 
your name needs to die for the truth to shine through.

Tabula Rasa

tabula rasa


when a child has no memory
one can say clean slates, after a few days they pick up
the basic like crying when hungry
from there on we fill the baby  with what we know
a knowledge handed down from our parents, and the child
when it learns to read believes without reflection 
what they are told must be the truth.
sometimes the child has a new thought, and it says what if this
is not valid, that is when the memory it didn´t have
is remembered, something that is clean and true about the life
we live an illusion made up of a generation of lies told
to keep us docile, most children dismiss this idea and go on 
playing football, but a few listen to the voice of verity
and not knowing how to shut up tell everyone that life is more
then they have ever imagined.
those children are embarking on a long track that sometimes
leads to jail terms and sometimes to an early death
by those who know they are speaking the truth but try to say
the child has a criminal mind.
The road ahead of the few are long, and there is no happy ending
except the knowledge they have gives them comfort

Tabula Rasa

No, my child,

our soul is not a " tabula rasa" as some men of

learning want to make us believe


for


our Lord  has

written on her volumes of His wisdom, that life's

experience, helps us to retrieve!









© Demetrios Trifiatis
    27 January 2020


* Tabula rasa is the theory that our soul is a blank sheet of paper 
that our experience writes upon.

Tabula Rasa

A mind born, clear, clean, free without
restriction, obligation, responsibility.
A mind nourished, taught what it will surely be,
taught of my environments, my person,
my personalities and is molded, a duplicate of me.
Along life’s way. a happening, a melding
comes knocking at the door of the mind
that is clear, clean, free, no restrictions,
obligation, responsibility, that is a duplicate of me.
It is here a loss is reached,
as my pure nourishment is breached,
with what was lurking not far away.
Some will express a merging is for the better,
I have doubts, as weakened I will be.
I have doubts, as I will be less than I am,
merged with environments, person, personalities
mine will be contaminated, my creation,
no longer pure.
Along the way from birth to hence no more,
I, gone to rest and the mind that was clear,
free, with no restriction or obligation or responsibility.
What was born of me has taken a new...
As I, born clean...as I, born free,
I had no obligation or responsibility.
weakened… strengthened...
I wait the merging
Copyright 2011 by Genebrother

Tabula Rasa

This house is empty
without you
though you've never been
here to fill it.
I thought it would help
to find a place
you have never touched. 
But all I am has 
been touched 
by you and there is
nowhere to go. 
How can laughter echo 
through a place
it has never sounded?

I'M Tabula Rasa Flux

I'm me, in me, I'm Tabula, in mental corrode
Desiring to be nurtured, to see my future road
I'm me, in me, I'm fragments of where I should be
My names Tabula Rasa Flux, and I should flow so free

I've touched the stone, now I await through the night
Knowing I was in their shadows end, to meet their right
I'm the spirit of the age, under contract, I'm in solace grow

You will find me under life's clouds, where thunder and crickets show
I'm me, in the oceans of time, where many of me do flow






( Thank you 'Touchstone - Oceans Of Time' track titles )

Tabula Rasa

Page upon daunting page;
Chaste white awaiting impression.
A vast archive, consisting only
Of untold stories,
And unsung songs.

From blank to blemished,
Vision must fill the void.
Meaning is born to idealism,
And to intellect.
Conception is the key.

Emaciation is only cured
When emancipation takes place.
Endless possibilites are written, 
Upon the blank slate.
Emptiness evokes evolution.

Tabula Rasa

Setting ground rules
Mind tabulates
Sorting rocks from emeralds
One day the sky breaks-
Tabula rasa!

Tabula Rasa

I got my pen and paper after a quizzical ride 
I tried to squeeze my mind and set some work aside 
But nothing, nothing really effuses 
Not a single word fluidly oozes 
Weary as I slept not in yesternight 
Rummaging o'er jungles of paper stretched so tight 
Yet my passions surge and desires rise 
To yield the crops of thought before sunrise 
And greet the day of parched land dry 
Awful! Not a single word chimes a try 
Now the quill and ink are dead, but the poet seems alive 
In a last ditch of efforts, fecundity of thought tries to revive 
So that once again, immortal words ultimately say 
The most beautiful thoughts from within my heart lay.

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