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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
    

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

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

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

Tabula Fractus

Tabula Fractus

         come with me to this moment
         where remembering begins
         the bubbles in my head pop
         and there we are
  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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