Morning dressed me without asking what held my sleeves apart.
The doorway knew my measure long before I reached my height chart.
My shadow knew me as a silhouette without an umbrella stand.
Everyone forgot the hidden chassis never held in hand.
I laughed out loud, forgetting to keep my steps slow,
No one saw the clapper swing, yet everyone the bell go.
The ladder climbed the wall without knowing its frame.
While mirrors pressed each passing face to say its name.
The coat flopped without a hanger; shoes misplaced their feet.
Rain soaked the ground until the footprints felt complete.
White light forgot to tell the rainbow what colors to bring.
Clouds remember flying, never growing a feathered thing.
Perhaps the tree leans the way it senses something underground.
Perhaps the wind shoots upright when nothing can be found.
Silence remembers songs after voices wander on ~
Keeping the shape of someone, long after they've gone.
The blight of years left my flesh and fame in disarray.
It kept no diary of lost days, yet weathered the fray.
It stood there while I ordered my last à la carte.
Only then did my sleeves remember what held them apart.
Do I sleep when am upright?
A heavenly day and a beautiful life,
A day I live again and again.
Though the office, as we talk,
Or is it just a sleep walk?
A true experience that I see,
That vapour over my afternoon tea.
Or maybe a lived emotion,
Or merely just a practiced motion,
On repeat, till it maybe be,
That I have an odd, rare instance
Of lucidity, dreamless, sleepless,
A realization of my existence,
Voidless, transparency.
But here I go back to sleep,
Into that dream, into the deep
That plays over and over on repeat.
The inner self is a clean lake,
Reflects blue of the sky,
Even when we sleep, it`s awake
And marks a divine tie.
It is ever clear bright
Leads on the path of light
Mirrors the truth upright.
Let`s not the inward depth forsake,
The inner self is a clean lake.
Living on the street is dying on the street,
Slowly burning out, no grave, no last goodbye.
It is learning cold by its real first name,
The one that bites the bones and speaks to the seasons.
It is counting hours in crushed cigarette butts,
Reading the future in shuttered shop windows,
Sleeping with fear as your only blanket,
And mistaking dawn for an open wound.
Night whispers there, but strikes very hard,
Stealing dreams and putting makeup on death.
Hurrying footsteps turn into silences,
Eyes slide away, avoiding existence.
You become scenery, an authorized shadow,
A body tolerated in the corner of the sidewalk.
The world goes by, untouched, clean, prosperous,
And you remain there, fading into black.
Living on the street is dying without witnesses,
With hope punctured between two mornings.
It is surviving on your feet while the soul sits down,
And learning that dignity must be improvised.
But sometimes, deep in a fractured breath,
A spark insists on not letting go.
It still cries out, fragile and stubborn:
As long as I breathe, I am not entirely lost.
Last night I wandered in a dream
as dark as any pit my brothers cast me in,
and three shadows rose like men with hardened hands,
approaching as if to break the spirit the Lord preserved.
Their footsteps thundered on the ground of sleep,
and fear—sharp as the desert wind—
tightened around my chest
until even my breath felt stolen.
But I remembered the God
who speaks through visions and midnight stirrings,
the God who lifted me from prisons
and from the snares of those who meant me harm.
So I tore myself awake—
as one who bursts from chains—
and the dream faded like chaff on the threshing floor,
powerless in the morning light.
Now I stand, heart steadying,
knowing this:
Not every dream is a prophecy,
and not every terror is truth.
Some are only the remnants of sorrow,
shadows testing the strength of the soul—
and the soul, upheld by God,
endures them all.
Up High, Upright
Ever of Light, I Transcend the hands of time
I Transcend the Illusions of life
like a Djed Pillar, I'm Electrified
I AM Four Times Higher '
Four Times Greater Than Fire,
I'm Electric Like
I AM Electric Bright in Electric Might,
Ever Upwards into the Sky
I Shine Wise, In Flight I'm Hawk Eyed
So Glorious, I'm Sunborn SOLAR REXUS
I Solar Flex, I Illumine in Greatness
The Lord God shines like the sun
amidst the beautiful bright blue sky
the Psalmist strikes a lyrical chord
brings divine favour with splendour on high
The Lord God gives grace so plenteous
always sufficient for whatever you need
all of this brings God His own glory
it all started with just a single seed
The Lord God is the author of all good
everything He creates is simply superb
invites all to come and receive
God's very best makes you want to serve
The Lord God looks for the upright
seeking them out for His own plan
being found in the will of God
such blessings come for the faithful stand
The uptight receive all that's good
such goodness comes from God alone
this is sheer mercy and benevolent love
such love Jesus came for our sins to atone
(For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
the Lord bestows favour and honour.
No good thing does he withhold
from those who walk uprightly.)
Psalm 84: 11(ESV)
Morally tainted,
Shadows dance on conscience's edge,
Soul's burden unveiled.
No day have I ever work with the clock,
Come sun; come moon to running time's relay...
There- my upright stand rests on solid rock.
While sun shines; upon my sweats, my hands knock...
Wealth's door at health's risk- foot bills I delay.
No day have I ever work with the clock.
Boys are not stones; men are not rock to mock,
If demands can't be met despite survey,
There- my upright stand rest on solid rock.
Honor men: burden carriers that unlock,
Scary box of obligation's dismay...
No day have I ever work with the clock.
Appreciate strength, will and pain men block.
Happy world international men's day!
There- my upright stand rest on solid rock.
With hope to meet up everyday's house stock,
And wish peace and health not be led astray.
No day have I ever work with the clock,
There- my upright stand rests on solid rock.
Read the scriptures all the way through
clearly teaching of God's attributes
which tell of His being good and upright
aiming to bring out in His people real fruit
God brings sinners to be taught
what He requires in the divine way
this way of righteousness and grace
filling their hearts with His light always
The Lord requires His own be meek
with His wise hand, He shall guide
showing them the correct path to take
so with assurance, they can confide
God truly loves a meek spirit
one that is reverential at heart
that's teachable willing to learn
so to show God they're ready to start
The Lord seeks those of humility
those that God knows to love Him so
united in love full of God's perfect love
showing this to all whether friend or foe
("Good and upright is the Lord: therefore will he teach sinners in the way.
The meek will he guide in judgment: and the meek will he teach his way.")
Psalm 25: 8,9 (KJV)
If I love you, I love from the core of my heart.
If I hate, still it's from the core of my heart.
You need help, my efforts are from the core of my heart.
You out smart me, my revenge is from the core of my heart.
If you are good to me, I shall be there for you from the core of my heart.
If you belittle me, I will show you your place from the core of my heart.
If you respect and regard me, I shall give you special place in my heart.
If you ignore me, you vanish from my emphatic heart.
If you hold my hand, trust me I will never let you fall.
If you push me, get ready for your down fall.
Yes, I am emotional. I think from my heart.
Yes, I am revengeful, I hate from my heart.
Yes, my eyes have the power to kill you, I look from my heart.
Yes, I am strong and daring, I have the purest heart.
No one can stop me, till I listen to my heart.
We
ought to make
the certainty of death
our
guiding star for to live
a meaningful and upright
life!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 MAY 2020
Look ahead and move on
see God's hand as your guide
don't let your eyes drop at all
tell all to the Lord and confide
Each step on the highway
is one closer away from doom
evil would love to claim you
make sure you give it no room
The key to unlock this way
is turn it away from evil's door
thus then protection is in force
making sure threats are no more
Be determined to keep straight
no diverting from the true way
this preserves your very soul
on this highway everlastingly stay
("The highway of the upright
is to depart from evil:
he that keepeth his way
preserveth his soul.")
( ~ Proverbs 16:17)
Stay Upright
Snowman stood on his big round head
because he had a snowy bed.
He had no socks for his toes
that is why they up and froze
they became frost bitten and red.
Limit the Drinking
Mister Snowman drank too much it was said.
He ended up in the snow on his head.
The cold air made him cough
and his snowballs fell off.
Frost bite is painful, stay at home in bed!
12/23/2017
In the twilight
of his life
my father, erudite
said to me
Beware the praise singer
strangers who linger
the beggar, the liar
the lottery bookmaker
Son, he said again
watch travelers at dawn
those seeking gain
avoid the late comer
My father said to me
this is the key
my son, upright
this is your cue
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