Unspecified Poems

monday morning

Monday morning

woke up at eight, it was a splendid morning
cool before the day becomes serious and
demanding attention 
belonging to the 1% of people born before
the second world war, I'm often awake 
in the night before falling asleep again 
my first thought was not profound, but
about coffee, I had to drink it black since 
I had forgotten to buy milk
switched on the computer, reading the news
scanned an article about the lack of sleep that
only spoke to the middle classes
to those who sit in nice offices filling in
forms and are unspecified planners of
something they think is  important
 not about building workers, or about those
who begin their day at six, shift workers
were overlooked, ditto the army of cleaners 
a psychologist from Leeds had a word in 
he had nothing relevant to say other than
He had a doctoral degree in sleep
 not to be undone, an article about X that
was tendentious with no understanding
how important is it for our future
Dismayed, I went back to bed thinking
how idiotic the world is, full on self
important people and their tiny world

Seeking Peace

On giving up one's peace is to be fractured for unspecified
periods of intervals, For what? Confrontation, opposite
resolutions, to be understood by the big bad wolf?
letting others influence one's need to be happy all the
time will ultimately boomerang, stop trying to impact
others it will eventually give people power over you, and
don't retain grudges and blame one's problems on
exterior circumstances,  take responsibility for one's
life, Seek Peace
Amid clinging to anger stop anger it only reduces
your life, Seek Peace
Pursue contentment by conditioning one's mind to
process life as it is, comparatively than as you think
it ought to be. Seek Peace

Be appreciative, not lingering on how you wish
things should be, Be obliged for the present 
moments, mistakes happen on the other hand
be content with what one has
and what's purposeful.  Be appreciative
with fortitude and gallantry. Seeking Peace

The Most Inescapable Desideratum

I will wait for your soft, curled vines,
The fake cascade causes tiny, unspecified water droplets to flow over it.
I will not wait for you to be a destined no man's land,
Nobody could allow you to be begotten by the tiny spikes.

I will wait for your buttery redemption,
With every penance, there is the rise of a new dawn.
Your sighs and sorrows are a tree full of grey leaves,
Except you, nobody can ever discern how thin the pinnacle of your chin is.

Is the river Life an overflowing drain to you?
Does the water flow like a train passing through narrow tunnels?
Is this river filled with empty sirens?
Or are they merely whispers in the language of our gurgles?

Nobody could define your silky cotton mood so well,
I misunderstood your appearance, as tattooed arms seem to be.
I want to rely on your ever-driven heart,
Just as a consummate river flows, bearing no dirt.

Is this river a phase?
Or is it just a stage?
You are the most inescapable desideratum to me,
And I am certainly conceded as an affluent hoarder.

My Own Scars

No one is reacting as dramatically as me.

Because no one is struggling as dramatically as me. 

Some unspecified illness-

To them is not real. 

Maybe they are not conscious of their callousness. 

But it still feels like I must reach a crisis for action to be taken. 

Whether the guilt falls on me or them-

They will still be my own scars.

It Was Too Late

I had rejected each warning. 

I hope there is something left in me worth mourning. 

I was on a mission to sacrifice-

Some part of me unspecified. 

Memories that I cannot define. 

Days where there was still time.

Weeks that eluded me- weeks that trickled away. 

A narrowing hope- a painful stay.

Doesn'T Horrorifying Sound Better Than The

Or i in the inn of the Djinn of the winning whim
Sorry for all those things i am going to do
looking in the shadow
for something
looking for me
Give away my free will
not by choice
The aliens have landed
but humanity's in a VR helmet
and haven't
notice
if you have noticed this notice
just to say
thanks for
noticing
if i lived forever
would i ever be happy
Angels shake their heads
while demons chorus tutting
if i could give a  i wouldn't
Forcing my last breath as i spit at death
holding the grain by the grain
write in the wrong mind of frame
We of the ird
The abs of the bird
Cases full of knots and nuts
Put an m at the start of my ad
men until the until
Treeing out the wrong bark
Broke the Hatters favourite hat
he might be a little upset
Peoople is strange
When you are Strange
Error no such data
Wy do we need the h
Free with all my eeks
oddded an extra d
adde an negative d
Pecking at ever uliar
Arranged the d pacifically
Specifically specimen unspecified
A chain
Mis-----sing linked
Never blinked
cause i don't want to open my eyes

Unspecified

I don’t know the terms so much. 

They didn’t teach me, they were in such a rush. 

Their prescriptions are not as powerful as the tension in this room. 

As my parents are told that I am living in doom. 

I am so tired, which is valid. 

Because these last few weeks my mind has been tossed like a salad. 

The bracelet on my wrist is very strong. 

I wonder if I’ll get out by my birthday, so I can send hope through a song.

Oh What a Christmas Tree

Oh What A Christmas Tree

Mistletoes, poinsettias, holly, and pinecones, stimulate their confidences regarding passage,
Tenuous fancied is the Norfolk pine, object facing, particular noble fir, and unique blue spruce trees,
These choice picks are amidst the well-bred evergreen trees variety fulfilling unspecified housed ambiance,
Detonates invariable sanctioned jubilation that a tree augmented during this festive holiday pageantry,
Well-kept treasured amassed souvenirs concerning marvels, embellish the excitable anticipant,
Venerated ostentatious amusements that sparkle in changeable glassed colorful bulbed shades,
While delicate precious keepsakes in attic cluttered boxes, issued in periods fording the annular flake catwalk,
Together with tinseled and snow-sprayed intensifications to ring in a most blessed Christmas vision,
In the whole grandeur, unwrap gifts escapism within overindulged pupils, a halcyon sweet surrender. 


2019 December 25

Independency

I remain motivated to subsist my presence amidst no regrets,
Nevertheless, this implies my shadow that ages hence begets,

I appreciate it obeys me amidst enough dynamic passion,
Ergo, this remains irrelevant unspecified acts of digression,

Because this implies the enthusiasm from my heart that it shields,
As remaining controlled every day within amber wheatfields,

Drives my psyche placed divided somewhat wedged discord,
One soothing touch is proffered amends transpire my reward,

Consequently my limbless crippling, towards blinded and muted,
Faint to teases, sightless to exploitation, rash being viewed,

There's an extraordinary bandage concerning this hidden me,
Regarding this while implemented it embraces most tenderly,

Empowers my fortitude, and encourages my girth--it rises,
So the fakers, bogus makers, sham friends in disguises,

My heart is all I require, for I walk, touch, hear, and see,
My heart, my friend, my complete INDEPENDENTLY.


2019 September 18
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16 x perfect 13's = 208 syllables

In a Different State of Affairs

In A Different State Of Affairs

Days he breathed his words of worth,
beyond his measured existence,
he is not negatives of a photograph
but proofs of his true presence.

He filters through sunlit trees, bent
every way for an unspecified,
While others are statuesque and
true, still he is prescribed.

He sees a desk, there'd be
a missing book, he combed 
a tattered mind, surprised,
he'd find a mind of clear
awake eyes, surprisingly,

Yon shelf there'd be his book,
but wore a troubled look, yet,
for how'd it came to be, afraid
still, ventured his curiosity, for
what he feared returned, it'd be
a tattered mind, same eyes see.

With his opened eyes, he looks
around, within a room beyond
a desk and shelf, he unwittingly,
with those affected eyes cast
opposing sights that bear of no
direction, to oddly gaze a floor...

...as a book, sit unfound once more.

2019 September 08

*1st Place*

Sometimes love is not enough
~~Silent One

Shapes and Patterns - Suspicious Tendencies

Within us, there is a lost device,
An ancient form of thinking,
An invisible heirloom passed down to entice,
For comprehension of our being.

Vastly unknown to the populous,
Widely used by the intellect and the aware,
Insistent and tenacious,
A device, attainable but rare.

Should it appear, soak in it,
Revel in the mystery and wonder,
Seek and you shall find the darkness lit,
An emergence. A spark to ponder.

Repetition is the key,
Of unlocking the unknown,
For synchronicities you will see,
And former beliefs will be thrown,

An unspecified form, a potential,
Contouring into the imagination,
Truth will come, timing an essential,
Acknowledgement lies in discussion,

With contribution and collaboration,
Diverging and aberrant,
Sparking singularity in cooperation, 
A device for recognizing the significant.

12/10/16

Misfortunes

On the anvil of misfortunes, the character of the faithful, God forges!* 





 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
    16 March 2016


* IT SEEMS, AFTER HAVING WRITTEN THE ABOVE MONOKU, 
THE GOOD  LORD DECEIDED TO DO SOME ADDITIONAL FORGING 
ON ME, THEREFORE,  I REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT I HAVE TO 
STAY AWAY FOR AN UNSPECIFIED PERIOD OF TIME! IT IS NOT A 
HEALTH PROBLEM! THANK GOD FOR THAT! THANK YOU ALL!

Reality

Bizarre world
With bizarre people
Dwelling with pseudo reality
To "go with the flow"
Unborn dreams
Unspecified dreams
Die down
Perish 'n lay down
in the birthplace itself
or stay hidden forever
in the deep heart's core
To live your pseudo reality
you question others' ill-doings

How about questioning your own sanity?

Snappy Snarling Talk

SNAPPY SNARLING TALK

small minded thoughts
start snappy snarling
talk

veiled behind the underground
sprouting forth with reeking slush
eyes poised glistening like pyres
eyes of death
eyes of fright
eyes of black
eyes of night

cloaked behind nameless disguise
venomous shadows unspecified
tongues ignite a spreading fire
talk of hate
talk of lust
talk of blame
talk of spite





we the targets
we the guilty
amidst 
sharp tongues
of fire




© Kim van Breda— August 2015

And I Am

vulnerable & helpless
weak & powerless
defenseless & exposed
open to attack

and i am..

flagarant & blatant
barefaced & overt
brazen & brash
audacious & outrageous
undisguised & unconcealed
transparent & immodest
indecorous & unabashed
unashamed & unblushing
unrepentant & unforgiving

and i am..

bold & brave
courageous & intrepid
valiant & valorous
gallant & plucky
heroic & daring
audacious & indomitable
doughty & unafraid
undaunted & unflinching
lionhearted

and i am..

unnamed & unidentified
anonymous & incognito
unspecified & unsourced
unknown & unsung
uncelebrated & uncredited
unacknowledged

but most of all i am..

finally free

free of captivity
free of interrogation
free of misery

and i am..

free of all the things
you put me through

and i am..

assured
the quickest path to heaven
was straight through hell

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