We live
on the edge
between fact
and uncertainty
The ground
at our feet
always changing
with time
The crack
ever widens
in theory
and myth
Rewriting
our history
in memory
— unrhymed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Release the criminal
Even the convicted
So they can offend again.
Teach the child
To doubt everything
Their parents and cultural roots.
Instill the fear
Of a terrorist attack,
Mass shooting or climate change.
Encourage riots, street violence
Race and ethnic and religious conflict
So that there is no trust of others.
Destroy the family unit
Without civility and decency
In absence of the sacred.
Bring on the chaos
In the name of hope and change
‘Till it all falls down.
(9/2/26)
Explosions are chaos
Is it chaos that made us?
The stars died for you
(So forget this Jesus Who
actually died for you)
The formation of disorder
Came together as a forger
The star dust then came
In the form of rain
The rain washed each rock
And combined we get schlock
And slowly formed for us from scum
Or was it punctuated equilibrium?
With all the complexities of life
(And all the necessities of life)
Has Evolution been solved
With all the problems that evolved?
The conservation of angular momentum
Is the same direction that it sends’em
How can there be, anything contrary?
And in the repetition of lies
Where, when and with what did ethics arise?
Resolution:
The Evolution theory is s***, and the only kin to an idiot
Only the Brother’s Wit: (Dim, Half and Nit) would believe this
P.S. The Evolution solution is always dilution pollution
And what's confided has been decided by the misguided
There's no star born to the forlorn, that's on dilemma's horn
So balk, (but read in chalk on the side walk, or the trestle's veneer):
"Jesus was here"
A gram of action weighs more than a ton of theory.
Demetrios Trifiatis
17 August 2026
Why oh why - what be it may?
What impelled you? Dawn broke
Does it imply internal of success
Did you indeed climb enjoying the joke
It's a lullaby!!? Who did it impress?
I still wish that I may and or I might
Have the stars in the skies to wish upon
And the tune, of the lullaby soothe the night
Beauteous Be this golden of opportunities
I sat on a wall - I built with exclaim
Stand tall too but with doom on fossil my rock
And too! My cold front, shed no tears with blame
What satisfaction can you get with intent
I see - visually the perception clear
Dysfunction - disorientation! Got a clue?
What's happening to me ? The mind might went ,I fear
In my soul! Blessed inspired by God
Me little ole me myself cleansing internally
Healing within - where to begin
Keeping my stars in the heavens with me , actually
I see - too those horrific stones aimed
Hurt? Built my wall on my rock not yet to fall
I walk in my age that fossil be it be may
It's no lullaby! Really! With theory of
Repetition, its now a new call.
They say I'm too young.
I'm tired of not being taken seriously.
I'm trying to go incognito.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
A query is a letter
And could be a starting step
To discover if an agent
Might become your writing rep.
It’s a process, I am learning,
Which takes hours of your time,
Often never making progress
Up the mountain you must climb.
The advice that I have gotten
Said, “Be patient and expect
Many, many more rejections
Than attempts that might connect.”
That makes sense, so I won’t wallow
In predictable defeat,
But my query theory lets me dream,
And fantasy is sweet.
Remeber that toast from yesterday morning honey? Yeah what about it. It tasted like cake what was it. I fried the leftover poundcake into french toast. Hazelnuts and coconuts and whipped cream. I was faboulous Darling where did you get the idea. The gy at Cafe Mongol told me it's what his wife does when there's lefteovers.Editing, and distribution process. Jargon: why are you saying this Honey? Oh nothing I left the sheet music on the table did you move it? Yes it's in the draw by the door. Thanks I found it. Did you know they rebanned the 12-stringed Yatga in Mongolia? No honey, I couldn't give a damn. It's a banned instrument why is one here. I guess I'm some sorta "MUSICAIL OUTLAW" I guess.The Glass Armonica will arrive at the auditrium tommorrow. We might have some troubles do to it's abilty to cause muscle spasms. Yeah Honey! Well I'm off I'll be back after my workout.." Might the threads unravel i will depend on your love for my concern"! Yeah I love you to Honey. Put a block of ice on it Cool it off that way. See you later.
Wow! The id - Psychological you
With theory of observation I learn
Cognitive! Woot! Woot! Whoa what style
I recollect I see thru these very eyes and
yearn
Theory of Dreams - I visualize reality
REM - - Images in my sleepy mind
It's quite contraire - I reckon
The truth be know within to find
All in the brain - The IQ, the wit
Intuition at its best .Whoa! Enlightening
I wake up now after NREM at end
On the dark side what I see is relatively
Frightening
You’re autistic, you say?
Well that’s on you.
You chose medication,
Rather than meditation,
Take some accountability!
You don’t like wearing jeans?
Well don’t just blame your genes!
Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder?
More like Attention-Desperate Human-Disease.
Don’t get upset,
I’m just trying to help you!
You might not know as much as me,
But that’s okay!
Anyway,
Have you tried drinking water?
I have a theory about theories
That I keep upon a shelf
I mention it to no one
Just keep it to my self
For if I told another
He could question and dissent
And the secret of my theory
Well, that would be dispensed
For others might conspire
Tossing logs upon the fire
And I fear a weary nation
Can’t withstand the conflagration
So, a warning to the theorists
Who argue whose is scariest
That amongst the roving drones
With their ever-searching phones
Drinking lattes, getting stoned
Who will soon become your clones
Shredded into fragments,
mistaken for beauty—
a towering aberration
bred in covenant with god,
an unholy union.
Immaculate conception rewrites
the geometry of order.
The primordial gods witness it—
and something ancient in them breaks.
War arrives
where silence should have ruled.
A consummation of man and divinity
splinters the sacred spine of civilization.
A lineage without origin,
a design without restraint—
humanity diagramming its own collapse.
How did it come to this?
A mirror once held before God
caught a fracture of light—
a spark mistaken for permission.
From that error
something is carried down:
a stolen architecture
dragged through the conduits of heaven.
It was never meant to descend.
In human hands,
such knowledge refines itself
into a quieter form of extinction—
polished, patient, almost tender.
It learns to laugh
as it erases.
Until only dust remains
with voices inside it saying:
men lived here.
.They think they've got us neatly fooled,By global maps and globes in school.But look outside, it's plain to see,The ground is flat as it can be.If we were spinning out in space,We’d all be flying off the place.The water would just spill right out,Of every lake and water spout.And don't get started on the moon,Or NASA’s giant space balloon.They hide the ice wall at the edge,With penguins guarding on the ledge.It’s just a giant dinner plate,No spinning core or heavy weight.So drop the math and look outside,There is no curve for them to hide.
There's another man my age
On the other side of town.
He's got my face, my exact face.
Our back accounts are different.
For all I can tell, his car is nice.
Married, big happy family.
His jokes are the same as my jokes.
I saw him at a cafe yesterday.
I was sitting with my daughter.
He was sitting with his son.
For a moment we made eye contact.
He laughed through it
Pitching his head back,
Sustaining the contact with me,
His doppelganger.
Then back to his son,
Then me back to my daughter.
Yesterday I watched him get on a plane to Wichita,
Hugging good-bye to his wife and kids at the gate.
There goes my face, I thought, off to Kansas.
Doors closed as the plane taxied away
And his sad family meandered.
"Daddy!" yelled his youngest
Spotting me behind the fern
50 ft away in front of
Fern Gully's Gastropub.
She's a superposition
of a tiger and a cat
Open the box, with permission
Still won't know where she's at.
Can't decohere a wave.
Can't tell her to behave.
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It really isn't fair.
(bridge)
I tried to use logic
No clean line to pursue
Every glance became a question
Learn an answer, lose a clue.
(chorus)
She’s my quantum woman
A personality distribution
What she's thinking is insane
I'm only certain of her name.
She takes every possible pathway
Some cancel, some align
Interference in my brain waves
Complicates my mind
We’re telepathically entangled
What she knows, I feel it too
But the moment that I measure
Something can't be true.
I've tried intuition
I've tried tea leaves too
I have a sense of mission
To know who I'm married to.
The social worker said forget it
She's still your better half
Quantum theory drives men crazy
Only a genius can do the math.
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