As Twilight gleams by, from the arrival of dusk,
Both were engaged, in conversation being brusque.
were They wholly sat, beneath the darkness subdued_
Overwhelmed with replies, "I'm not you."
Staggered were thoughts, embedding the head
Where altruism gets mould into such schadenfreude'
While benevolence vanquishes and affinity becomes due,
For the reasons they clarify, "I'm not you."
The name they chant or the bible they preach;
Profound logic they share, comprehended to each.
Entirely identical, though the question stands by..
"I'm not you" and "you're not I"
A tree stands alone
in a forest, full and green
bare branches twisted
Reach out ye blessed, fruitful...
Cultivate love and friendship
Harvest blood from us,
we're willing, as life is fragile,
donor's loving creed.
In acumen altruism defined
Anger burns mangled mind
Thoughts seek revenge blind
Soul propels soothing wind
Serene sense sanity aligned
WHY DON'T WE WANT WHAT WANTS US?
The world is full of selfish people
Since we only need what we want
Forgetting what wants us
Different people, different personalities
Not only should we care about our feelings
Why not consider those who care
Who would do anything just to see us smile
Egoism has become a conscious action
No one will ever be perfect
Can we really get all we want?
Unfortunately, what we want never wants us
While we don't want what wants us
If there is time for change
Let's change place and switch lives
If change is the only constant thing
Why not change what wants you
to what you want?
A state of dilemma; arduous toil
Which to pick in the conflicting positions
What we want or what wants us?
If altruism still exists
Why not go for what wants you?
Since egoism is the order of the day
Why not go for what you want?
HO²
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Through sad smiles and tears,
A lot was left unsaid.
The heavens above,
Also felt my pain.
You were gone too soon,
I couldn’t imagine a life without.
You touched many a life,
Giving a ray of hope,
A noble act like none other,
As you live on in another one,
Truly an angel on earth,
Next to none.
Actions or gestures putting the senses into baptism
Love so pure and powerful, spreads beyond evangelism
True concern, effective enough to dilute cataclysm
Rates of its occurrence, not significant in life’s prism
Under goodness adrenaline and hyperthyroidism
Irreversible kindness, too strong for evil’s cultism
So selfless to cushion any emotional vandalism
Measure so humane to trigger negative’s unionism
You don't have to love me
And we don't have to talk
Or really even be friendly
Because my acts of kindness
Were not to get something back
They were to show I cared
When you thought nobody did
So just know one thing
Even in menial capacity
If it makes your life easier
I'll gladly do what I can
Because when I see you smile
That makes it all worthwhile
Many’s the man who wished that he could
And often’s the time he knew that he should
And given the option he thought that he would
But the Deed was accomplished by someone
… Who did!
Big hearts love the world
but may let too much in,
too fast, too soon;
the sense of self stretched to breaking.
Ego becomes fantasy,
a dream of emotional origins.
The world shifts away from touch,
The mind is helpless to operate on the future.
I am a selfish person.
I do not like that trait in myself,
But I know it is there,
Lying dormant until such a time,
As I may be refused something
My heart may desire.
I cannot correct it, not entirely.
I cannot banish it to some shelf hidden away
From which it cannot creep forward, again
When my wants are not fulfilled.
I can only chastise myself
For my feelings of self-interest,
While I force myself
To feel,
To say,
To do
What I know in my heart
Is the right and honorable thing.
I tell my ego:
“Be silent. Be still. I will not hear you.”
But those whispers of Want
Never fully take leave
Always leaving behind their
Traces of resentment and hurt.
I have learned…
Only time heals the
wounds of my will
And the knowledge that God
Steers my heart in the proper direction.
Anybody can do a good deed.
Just help someone in need.
You can do it. Anyone is able.
Is there anyone short of food on the table?
Do you know someone with a physical disability?
Are there persons unable to live their lives daily?
We must all act altruistically.
It is the thing to do realistically.
Let’s share what we have with help and charity.
Do whatever you can. There is no ceiling.
Doing good deeds renders a good feeling.
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