When grief became a shadow
It felt as if nothing else mattered
Like a sudden darkness
Raining down upon us
Like sucking the light from our eyes
Like a wound opened multiple times
It follows you like a stalker
Creepily walking behind you
Keeping an eye on your every moment
And when you think you outsmarted it
When you take a deep breath and treasure the moment
It strikes when you are most vulnerable
Stealing your breath
While watching you struggle
The weight of what could've been haunts you
Wishing you didn't give in to the world's cruelty
Whishing you could travel back to the moment
When the world taught you, your skin was a problem
Telling the broken you
You love them
When the world forces you to carry perfection
Whilst teaching white children that their skin equates to perfection
Wishing the world could see
How damaging trauma can be
When you make black kids believe
That they are a crime against humanity
Carrying it to their teens
And through adulthood
believing
A world harbouring their envy
When in reality
It's us They want to be
For every action, one makes up his mind to take
May expect either some joy from it or some pain
Thus he must be ready a great effort to make
For every single thing, he is yearning to gain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 September 2021
Neurotransmitting serotonin and dopamine,
mental ****** and liberator of pain.
Free flow as rewarding molecule,
gratitude’s perception jewel.
Slowing down the heart rate in tune,
positive emotions for the immune.
Getting older with a smile,
living by the organic sun dial.
Not knowing what a thought is,
but thinking all the time some fizz.
Neurons that need to wire together,
the mental whishing weather.
Intimate values in expense,
spatial memory reminding reference.
Ethical attainment to tune the pitch,
greetings from the,
happy ever after good witch.
Adoration and the forbidden fruits are deceiving,
anticipations of whishing fields delusion.
Knowing that the anticlimax comes with a frost,
above the wisdom of true believes just tossed.
Purgatory is that state of mental expiating,
when that ideal holds the key to relating.
That interconnected process of tapestry as force,
malleable dreams that need a plan of source.
Regarding all life as sacred at once,
thinking of that sphere as treasure in response.
The kiss as intellectual chemistry to fuse,
liberation of mundane to become the divine use.
Sensual alchemy creating a fragrance to taste,
portals of imagination to easy to paste.
The child like heart in contact of magic,
spectrums of aware sensitivities without tragic.
That dancing spirit of a dreaming soul alerts,
among the whispers from other worlds.
The vehicle of truth and reality is build to roam
for the subtle and simple road to take us home.
Wishing
Oh, how I wish to touch the moon
Wrap the beams, how I’d croon
Surrounded by sparkles and light
For the moon so enchants the night
Like a swing in the glistening sky
I would sit astride the moon so light
Climb to the heavens on the beams
Look down on earth in a dream
Picture No 1
Penned 30/4/2019
more room in the vault of the mind for love by
whishing away rustic cob webs of hate
positives and negativities spark like ions
the heart take the brunt with excess weight
there he went
each night he left
no idea where
the lies never stopped
faking to those who believed
breaking those who didn't
all that time
spent in a lie
come back then leave again and again
whishing for one to stick
picked up started over
fresh and new even exciting
leave it all behind
pretend you came
you don't want them anymore
I knew that with your foot out the door
you said it wouldn't change
but everything did
everything was gone
you didn't what us anymore
like trash stupid dumb fools
enjoy your new life
You said I was annoying as a little kid.
Yet you stayed by my side when no one did
Add to that, you are still whishing me the best ahead
And looking at the numbers of mistakes I did
I look at you now, my face turned red
I want to say sorry, yet it’s not enough
I need to say it yes, but this time with love
I made you cry, scream, jump up and down for something I spilled on the floor, when you were done cleaning, and exhausted.
Yet you would start over without saying a word.
I am sorry mom, I was just a kid!
You knew I was a kid.
You said it to yourself inside your head every time I cause trouble.
“She is just a kid.”
Patient. Elegant.
Loving. Encouraging.
Supportive. Protective.
Hardworking. Heartwarming.
You taught me to love, to forgive, and to live a life filled with purpose.
You were always there for me.
You were always there with words of wisdom.
Your strength and love has guided me and gave me wings to fly.
Today I get to say "Thanks mom for all of what you did to me. I will continually be there for you like you always did for me. Oh, and I am still your little girl mom!”
A rising on Valentines
Resur – e – rection
Four AM Valentines morn, I awoke,
stiff as a board – stands a mighty oak,
reaching up to heavenly skies – empty –
whishing upon a star that would not be
a heavenly body for me – that pink cloud,
sweet, delicious – ecstasy wrapped in a shroud.
A surprise !, standing against the ravages of time,
- for a long, long time – this gift with no place to go
for deep down – in my heart – I have come to know,
that upon this tree, you have no desire to climb
nor upon this mighty oak come and take a rest
and maybe find, that doing so, could be the best
wood, the wood that greeted me, will never greet you,
will never be a pillar you wish to climb upon.
To pulp – my wood, this mighty oak – becomes, gone.
What does an old man find ?, - when realizing so few
moments arise that he might sing a glorious song
to the goddesses “ Isis ”, “ Ishtar ” – not a clue.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 15th 2007
I just can't sleep tonight,
Knowing things just ain't right,
It's in the papers, on the t.vs, all around us too,
Children crying , soldiers dying, some people with no homes.
The sunshine can't be seen,
Tell me how everything can be changed,
So I close my eyes, and think of a better day,
I close my eyes and pray,
Am I sinner? cuz' i have my dinner on this clean plate?
I get a vision to make a difference, and it started today.
Pray for the broken hearted, and all the lives not started,
All the soulds that need a break,
I can't sleep tonight,
Someone tell me how to change,
I close my eyes and see a beter day,
Whishing everyone would do the same.
Clouds have amassed dampness fills the spring air
Two flocks of Blackbirds meet in sky unite
Put on a ballet for me, then begin to pair
In the tallest Pecan Tree clustered no fight
When in flight, they looked like schools of small fish
Surfing the sky, those Blackbirds seem so small
To God do we seem like grasshoppers whishing
No! He knows each of us by name one and all
Even before we're knitted together
He loved us so much that he gives free will
We can chose to love him and others
Or we can deny and His Presence kill
Spring such a lovely time_birds meet, mate, love
People a lovely creation, free will dove___
They flew in bunches so big
it’s impossible to describe the enormity
of the clouds they formed in otherwise clear sky.
They would dance and bounce in unison
as they moved from one feeding area to the next.
And as they did, you could see the light change
in the cloud as they would suddenly shift directions.
It was like a wave moving across the group
from the lead to the last in flight.
How could they change like that, so quickly,
all together, and without a single bird loosing its place?
Their wings made a whishing sound
as they pushed their way through the air
and you could hear them chirping as they
rhythmically loped and paddled their wings,
preserving their position in the multitude.
Beat him down with outraged judgment
Pace the halls with anxious steps
Look! They gaze beneath your feet
There he must compete
Only to collapse to their defeat
Roar their thoughts upon his soul!
Feel the emptiness in whole
Shall he cry or shall he not!
Here’s the game and there’s the plot
Cruelty is what makes it shift
Wait! He thinks another time
What’s with this game of grime?
He won’t commit this repulsive crime
Pressure thumps upon his heart
Whishing he could just depart
There he glimpses eyes below
Is it an ally or is it a foe?
Must be friend, for foe to far
There she Glomps his body in all
A single hug may seem so small
But when’s the last, he can not recall
Subsides the pressure deep within
Causes a smile, an amusing grin
The game has ended, and there’s the win
Whoosh, Whish! Shrilling breeze
Whips the leaves from off my trees,
Like the clapping, whipping waves,
Withering the rocks away in seas.
The wind is powerful as nature is weak,
The tree is fragile, special - an antique.
The leaves just as old, its crumbled
Fallen down to the burned autumn ground streaks
The trunk so loose, the roots not burly
And the shivering airs has thundered my tree
From standing to sleeping, on the rough fouled floor.
Whooshing, whishing of the shrilling breeze!
I'm angry,
I'm sad.
I'm sorry I'm mad.
Life is so contradicting
Constantly goes round and round
Should it tilt from it's axal
Mother nature's sweetness
No more
Shall it be a lullaby sound
Just as we the people
We all know this
So let's pretend
Think of yourself
"the World"
You are the world
Spinning on this axal
That which keeps
the circle of life flowing
Suddenly a meteor
Slams you back
In Black
Off Mother Nature's track
Or at least, you know...
The one you envisioned
when you were a little girl.
Sadly only to wake up
and realize
You're no longer
Living the way God intended
it to be.
Or at least the one
I thought he would be.
For me, my hero-
But those were all just
fairytalish dreams.
As so it just seems
Wgat happened to the world?
What happened to ...
"There can be miracles when you believe."
Then I wonder why
Why did I ever believe
Could I not e a
Lost soul starving to succeed.
Stead all I do
Is wake up to this reality
Whishing time could go back
So easy and carefree it was
To be a child with a dream.
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