A person’s actual name Victory
Surrounding story
Struggles after another
Each situation different from the other
Going from one chapter onward
Defeat moments felt a violent Thunderstorm
It seemed like a detour to nowhere
Darkness seemed to surround every situation
Trapped in uncertainty
Suddenly a turnaround
Circumstances an onward approach
Unstoppable
Pressure lifted off
There was a force of victory on a direct course
No more darkness just brighter offspring
Being a challenger to cut the barriers that wanted to bind
Victory unified
Winning in try
Victory was today, tomorrow and continuous
The story
The name
Victory meant to be.
Apollyon, demon destined for obliteration
Prince and god of the metropolis of destruction
Order, sin and death: These are the chains of his dark hole
Looking, you see the hill of Chokmah above sheol
Livid, Apollyon wrapped his fish scales around your soul
Yaldabaoth trembled, as you lunged your sword up high
Opening his dragon wings, he fled to hell's ash sky
Now you continue, as the pilgrim just passing by
Poem inspired John Bunyan's The Pilgrim's Progress, specifically Christian's battle with Apollyon in the Valley of Humiliation.
one mystical night
a bright star led me to you
forever soulmates
They are my muse
Jealous as the sun Dances across their face,
My Heart yearns for them but it is easier to refuse.
They are my muse
Sparks of electricity glide through my mind;
A one-sided Romance destined to die.
They are my muse
Jealous as the sun dances across their face
They are my muse
My heart yearns for them but it is easier to refuse.
sparks of electricity glide through my mind;
A one-sided romance destined to die.
Jealous as the sun dances across their face
Seeing them smile makes all my days
On that shiny night,
We blocked the air with our bodies tight.
He bit me on my neck—
It was painful but sensual enough to leave me wrecked.
With heightened breath,
We got lost in that moment, forgetting the rest.
We woke up the next morning,
Still alive with that spark,
Where our love was overflowing.
We understood our connection,
That we came across each other by fate's destined direction.
Inspired by the character of Celaena in "Throne of Glass", a book by New York Times bestselling author Sarah J. Maas.
Destined for greatness
By Michelle Morris
11/08/2024
You captured my body
But never my soul
My mind is a kingdom
You'll never control
I'm brazen and willful
Unafraid of your shackles
I'm the greatest assassin
Built with skills to fight back
Beautiful and deadly
Destined for greatness
My soul is wise and pure
And belies my young age
Filled with mystery and magic
I'm special and blessed
You'll never own my loyalty
I'm a law unto my own quest
My freedom is certain
My destiny ordained
I shall be remembered forever
While no one remembers your name
© Michelle Morris, 2024
There was a time when the world was beautiful
and we were destined to be lovers forever
nothing brought us sadness
we were devoted
like sunrise is to morning like sunset is to the night
now all I have are memories drifting through my soul
I cry for your last whispered breath
days mean nothing, tomorrows are gone
our lives vanished like a passing wind
sweeping away time...sweeping away growing old
we meet in my dreams
where we still dance and I bring you flowers
dreams come and go...pain stays...pain stays
so I cry, needing to dream
dreams are not what I need, it's you I need
to see, to hold, to kiss again
I fall to my knees each time I visit your grave
and cry until I can't cry anymore
Why...were you taken?
you were the beauty, the light, the paradise
we would have filled our tomorrows with so much love
that its glow would have blinded the night
What now love, what now? My heart is yours
my soul is yours, to be shared when we meet again
so we may be lovers in the heavenly stars forever
Born to win they all screams, as their teacher instructed
Recite the school motto, right in the assembly ground!
Assembled motionlessly after giving a breathtaking speech
You gotta work hard to breakthrough she holler
Working hard is an old race They howled...
Raise the new generation to work Smart and intelligence
We are not ordinary person, saying no to medoicre spirits
We are destined for greatness, knowledge our wings
No venture no success, she yell
Yeah striving is the old race buildt from war we cried
Raise the new generation to Thrive in grace
It's buildt from love and respect
We are born to win, winning together in unity
Not born to rule over another with presumptuousness
In apartheid, parted Furiously disorder
The older race left us with condemnation and victim mentality
Judging, Crucifying and not taking responsibility for our actions
We are born to win, resolution is our objective
You can become whatever you want she shouted
If we put our minds to it, We all YELP.
"I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... " Psalm 1:3
A child born during thunderstorm that
Braved thunder lightning, grew up but
Could not cope brother Dane’s death
Depression, fear took an ugly turn
Even as comforted by his calm-
Father, a revered church priest who
Gave his child - 6yr old Nikola all the wanted love,
Handed him the precious Bible and
Inspired him with stories of Lord that
Just made boy Nikola learn and
Know the Bible by heart. Nikola
Learned Czech, Serbo-Croatian from
Mother who taught him patience -
Nurturing talent, creativity and
One of a kind eidetic memory
Procuring him scientific spirit and
Quest for wisdom that became a
Rage making Nikola never once
Stop in his storming life or
Tire from the hardships that
Unfolded at his each step of success
Veracity stood by Nikola Tesla who
Worked frantically for 20 hours a day
Xper who found use of alternating current
Yearned for peace in war torn world
Zap was life of such an illustrious man.
Bradford pears decorated in white
Forsythia in her golden gown
Star Magnolia flowers droop out of sight
As many daffodils' petals have fallen down
Pouring rain did damage to tender flowers
Some fell to the ground or turned brown
Those left add delight to my eyes and give powers
To heal winter's blahs and breakdown
Do what you must to ensure they don’t see.
Rationalize and pretend it won’t be.
Wish it away to escape from it all.
Cover it up like the paint on the wall.
Cloak it in layers of varying hue,
carefully crafted to keep it from view.
Do what you can with all effort and might.
Make every move just to keep it from sight.
Do what you must but in time you will see,
you can’t wish away… what is destined to be.
Soul
Breaking
Lies whispered,
Seeking escape,
Soaked in caged deceit;
Mimes mocking withering
Posies, left parched and sundered—
Suspended beneath obscured dusks,
Dripping amidst blinding aftermaths,
Idly shadowed by lewd scars of talons
Amidst alcoves of echoing nocturnes
Unshackled by your sweet afterglow,
Healing me with the elixir
Of our dawning horizons,
Strumming eurythmic tunes,
Suppressing starless
demons, betwixt
Soul-stirring
Destined
Love.
Yell not mine while in distress,
For NOBODY'S claim such that or this stress!
Destined to be great?
Be calmed at your cold and show mute kindness.
All love is not shown while the world is in fullness,
This race is ran with coldness;
In your thoughts, any with such tenets is heartless,
NOBODY'S touch not good at this caress!
Eternal life makes some kind people's time
To grow wealth, unless it comes natural.
Through time, you will reach your own destined prime!
And keep warm, the hot history of past climb,
Reaching out for luck's unknown numeral.
Eternal life makes some kind people's time.
Many grows it against all odds- through crime,
But all: a fleeing whisper's deferral.
Through time, you will reach your own destined prime!
Pastry shell don't dry fast like baking mime,
The process at same phase, just cultural-
Eternal life makes some kind people's time.
Only soul is our undying gift that chime,
Heavenly breaths; being supernatural.
Through time, you will reach your own destined prime!
Echo through grace, your days trials had grime,
Never relent to retreating several-
Eternal life makes some kind people's time,
Through time, you will reach your own destined prime!
Do not be disappointed, my friend,
For
Some among us may sow but are not destined to reap,
Since
They are laboring for future generations!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 August 2022
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