Stared at the ashes of burned bridges
Blank and free, stripped of emotion
Densely piled through the ages
Obscured from memory, no recollection
The scorching fire came not from inside
Unaware even that a tether exists
A consciousness bound in receding tides
Resembles a sun to an evening mist
Wasted by life’s strange concoction
Dampened hopes, dimmed sight
In a cobweb of confused emotions
Wildly spun, tangled tight
Lost while traveling the selfless road
Regret revealed what truly matters
Reached the isle of pain—cold and broad
Relief, now, found behind closed shutters
Solitude, a consolation offered
To an existence where others once lived
A need for what remains to be spared
When value, in the absence, is perceived
Don't be a pencil that gets erased,
Be a pen, a mark that can't be traced.
Don't be a helpless princess, frail and meek,
Be a witch, strong and sleek.
Stand tall, fierce and bold,
A force of nature, uncontrolled.
Leave a mark they can never erase,
A spirit they can't replace.
You are the sun, the brightest one,
Don't care what other think of you, you are the perfect one,
You are the best, the only star shines bright in darkness.
No, I don't despise fate,
I don't argue with him...
I know I can't change it
don't even face it...
But I can at least
negotiate with him
in the struggle for life...!
I traced her steps
to a pulsing tide
where she had
dared the deepest sea
to stretch, and hemispheres
divide our love
Upon the cooling sands.
She had tossed her hair
to the wind and
offered the chill
Her slender hand;
in her footprints traced
the last note she penned.
A white cap rose
and sank in haste
sending a salt-scented
Bliss,
to tell me the answer
to my last unfaithful kiss.
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Your soul is dead like your eyes
Its very hard to disguise
A troubled past you can't forget
Which is making you upset
When your mind is always racing
With pictures that you are tracing
Over and over again
From a bad place you have been
Eyes open or even closed
There is no way to dispose
Of these images you see
There for all eternity
With no chance of ever getting
Rid of them, they're always letting
Out their dark and scary secrets
Your fighting never to see it
But the strength and power is too strong
They kept pulling you along
On a road of desperation
Tryna' find some separation
Against the cruelty forced on you
Emotional thoughts turn into
Daily struggles and sorrow
Night will turn an new tomorrow
Into damage you can't fix
That keeps pounding painful kicks
In your heart making it bruise
Each kick gets you more confused
Why your the one being haunted
Put through torture, badly
All because you couldn't tell
About your family life of hell
OUR TRACED PATH*
My fellow men,
Travelers are we
On life’s journey well planned in advance
Without our consent,
Let us
Obediently follow our traced path
Resisting not our fate
For
Easier this trip to make!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 MAY 2013
*HOMER: Every man's fate is determent by the Gods (Iliad, t', 592)
As the waves of the Sea kiss the sand
like a sweet melody, floating in
from a nearby band
to the laughter of children
around the land
time stops still when
you take my hand
deep footprints in my heart
of us slow dancing in the dark
silent conversations for hours
when you look into my eyes, my soul, such power
past lives together, history unknown
my loves strong fingers journey felt across my back
traced into my honey flesh, like a rare
piece of art
like a fine wine
I taste your lips and inhale your scent
swirl your kisses around in my mouth
a strong taste remains on my tongue
worth fighting for
a love worth having
always will be
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