Best Lifeself Poems
Bloated; the feeling of you getting filled with the same things of the world
Old from not finding something new to make you feel young
Daily you thrive to make your life of interest to others, but mostly yourself
Yielded by emotions, that has diminished your pride
Other hopes have come about and gone with your procrastination
Floating inside your head, so when your body is caught you have gone
Time always a cheating mistress, but you always felt you could get more out of her
Hauling your depressions, to remind you of different kinds of sadness; masochistic
Evening light is the best, cause you are not fully viewed
Letting go of your childhood, has made you forget enjoyment of silly things
Inner self is slowly crawling more into his inner self which is crawling to nothing
Violent are your fist that you feel vibrate every time in your anger
Intentionally seeking attention, bad not a good whore at it
Null is now your favorite word
Going with out a goal
It has swallowed you whole what ever it is...
Never mind returning bliss
Thinking about all the good times you could have, but you went ahead and missed
How much more self loathing are you going to give?
Even children get over scrapped knees
Having nothing but to agree to self pity
Open your mind and eat the many things that should be searched
Use your will again, instead of a pulse to keep living
Sense your self once more and maybe you love will also
Everything could be something
Ogre lurking inside, must be killed by your own sword
Forgive and the apologies will feel like candy in your mouth
Timidness is not a option
Help yourself do more than just thrive!
Eager are the types of happiness that are waiting
Doubt should not let you sit
Elope your mind and body together
Adjusted to much to be a copy; so unnoticeable
Death comes at the end, not during.
Robot
Tin-can man.
Input, circuit, and overdrive.
Shadow of the future and the past.
Movement hidden, you are not alive.
Programs burned and running fast.
What else can you do?
Wakening up every morning,
and not able to read the news.
Passing a breeze God gave you.
Barely feeling the I love you~s.
Your data has been set to self destruct!
Walking around all confused.
While your memory is set on stuck.
A heart not made to rust.
Hanging laundry out in the rain.
Lazy technician you can't trust.
Look what he's made out of you.
Ready to blow your thrust!
Compute- abort- system to self destroy.
Restoring the joy sucked out of you.
Input: input: information .
Wipe out the old, store in new.
Delete all files to recycle bin.
System reboot to life again.
With a new program that reads:
Feeling like a human once again.
(This robot is on)
.(self shut down!)
P.D. was here!
I ask myself ‘Where am I?’
My soul answers not, but gives a sigh
Looking at me, confused and lost
Was my old self I loved the most
Looking at me, with tears in eyes
Says my mind as high it flies
Down it gazed at the burning self
At the rays striking its every shelf
” Your heart so pure as that of a child
Has been hit with pessimism
As youth passed by and made you hide
Your innocence and optimism
You have a lot, they may not
Have this simple, loving self
Within you it dwells don’t take it out
Let it fight and gain triumph
Where have you gone I want you back
Don’t leave me here, and walk this track
Where have you gone, my warrior?
Hold your sword and fight the black
Forces of time shoved your past
Deep down the dreadful sea
Will you let them take the rest
Of the person you used to be?
They may have won the battle
But you have won the war
When faith craves to meddle
Failure will knock their door
They may seem powerful
And thus reach your city
But never will they handle
The wisdom of your country
When needed,
Have mercy, offer a bite
Goodness is not weakness
But don’t go far
Keep your might
That’s the person
You truly are
Know one thing and don’t forget
A day will pass and you will starve
So have faith and don’t expect
Of them a tiny little bite
They’ll turn their backs and just ignore
You’ll get hurt more and more
As u hear their words so sore
That you betray your inner core
Perceiving goodness as weakness
Just as they made you believe
Have faith and consume nonsense
Hold your sword and just leave
Keep them wondering
Keep them envying
Let them remember
Their own hunger
How the child deep down their minds
Looked at his toy breaking down
Right in front of his bare eyes
He wept and begged for his crown
Make them remember
When they needed a hand
They saw you there
You made them stand
Though to you, they were unfair
Come back later
Let them taste bitterness
Let them weep and cower
And heal them with forgiveness
One coming from ultimate power
That’s how it deceives us
The unfairness of life
By sending forces of misery, of loss
To give in and throw our knives
So Be wise warrior and hold your sword
Be wise warrior and fight the world”
Daylight breaks as the mind wakes upon first breath
and swallows the punctual death of yesterday spent.
Intent now lies in the present of foreseen fading time,
just a mime a moment forward of the words we utter,
of cluttering acts we will our bodies to wonder through,
blindly we pursue the pleasures of our probing intellect
and inject our pulsing veins with poison’s vigor.
Of past pains kept we gain nothing but a taunt trigger cocked,
shocked at our own suffering unlocking lived lies
we see through slits that were once open eyes of ripe
as if a clay pipe in the petrified hands of others to hold…
cautiously controlled…a mould that meets infraction.
I lay back… smoke the cigar of sensations,
deeply cracked I find the cures I’ve been craving…
a kind of meditation in my own revelations of real
as the mind’s wheel turns my burning brain against shame
I feel…
and the game of blame ingests the same that is me.
Silently we disagree with our own visions and voices
of choices chosen by the ideals of what we’ve been
as though we have gainly grown insane by future’s unknown
we exist as calculating clones drowning in droves,
flashing our fabricated fears in circumstances self born…
torn apart by past pains kept.
We are adept by the tools of fool’s lost flame
as we proclaim in promises that we love the truth,
in ruth reality we want to believe that which we love is true,
a brew of heart’s tricks often mastered by disillusion
a failed fusion of thought’s want and need…
and we bleed…
by past pains kept we are turmoiled in trouble’s clutch
like rotating winds of repetitive failures forlorn..
touch it…break it…
you will see…
it is nothing but self born.
It was a five ringed circus
Complete with the ragged remains of a tourniquet
Heavily fringed by the under eye baggage of a bloated nefarious
Clown soul that is
Blowing across the freeway garnished with the white plastic baggies
From the local supermarket factory
Now fluttering like proud flags from the tops of trees
Spawned by an alien race
It was on a highway headed home that
I nearly ran over a kid high on societal delusion and
Upon pulling over near the canyon's edge
I shouted towards this cipher to no avail
A wind tunnel
Afterwards a mumbled mixed nursery rhyme
While hobbling away with a hollow body
That floated over curb blocks and arby's remains
Into a distance that was too vast to measure
Was all I was sure of
In this
I saw the effigy transformation that
Grasps everyone from time to time
If only the magnetic train could ram through the clouds
Speaking directly to synapses long derailed
With the urgency of a needed 7 beer urination during protracted conversation
Let me go
Looking deep into this mirror to see the molecules swirling
About this illusionary image reflected
Some wells runs deep
Some are saucers filled with swampy oil
Self created sideshows with a surplus of freaks
Oh yes
The rest is purely the constructs of madmen and deviant spirits
Itching to burn the dermis and the frontal cortex
Plus limbic
Tricks and trades of the craft
Welcoming a spill out of the most financially false origin
Singing like a lark touching both wires
200,000 volts of pure pleasure
Spell patterns of truth for the first time
Ah, the self of self is running on electrons and vapors
Smiling like a netted acrobat
The unicycle is unmanned
Gyrating though this monkey business
Yet the music continues on
In my youth
I shot straight up like a hot bullet from the soil
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
A fire lilly otherwise classified by its latin name: Lilium bulbiferum
My volcanic petals spewed tears of my dismay
Vulnerable to the winds of change, that the future brings
I was prone to hiding in the shadows
Limp, and weakened
My leafy hearts were trampled upon by erratic travelers, whose unpredictable destructive paths met mine
Then the winter came………..
It was here in fetal position in hibernation mode I stayed
It is always the hardest to create a positive personal change
I escaped from my quick sand sorrow prison of self pity
Like a mud puddle soaked retriever
Valiantly shaking off the muck of my self doubts
Free
Reborn
Hybrid of hope
Brighter than a glow worm
Specimen unknown
Undefinable soul
a Lily that is whole
Neon rainbow
My leafy hearts open to consuming the light
Blooming petals full of insight
Aromatic perfumes to soothe the soul
I am this, and
The lily that weathers through the storm
THIS .......... IS....................
JUST ANOTHER STORY OF metamorphosis
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of a regular human mr/ms/mrs anybody
Why?
Confused.
If you work hard you get used.
few rich ever paid dues
Knowledge is power
The manipulation of information is the world wide denomination
the difference between week and domination
and the down fail of us all
You need strong mental perception
to peruse these truths
this faith of man
from man... This self importance enriched with mans self worth to kill all he sees to conquer
all of his brothers...
The Truth
The "Truth." Is the view point of the pure.
"No Man pure have I yet met!"
Life is the perception of power
The manipulation of information to create the sour
to create the victim and the villain
the good and the bad
and all the make believe we tell children
in the end Big fish eat little fish
that is all i truly know...
Have you seen the size of my fangs?
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Searching for the light requires a dip into one’s own darkness
Eliminating thought after thought results in change
Learning who one is brings understanding and a change of heart at times
Feelings can be altered and attract a deeper persona
Contaminating one’s self with negatives brings disaster and disorder
Opening one’s mind achieves great understanding and peace
Noticing the small details of life plays into one’s own
Counting every mistake made is the biggest
Expecting the best is top priority
People can affect and determine change based on others
Telling one’s self great things brings about a great person
(Self Concept)
Predacious paralogisms of parodies
Pantheans pantomiming
Their self indulgent songs....
Piping their illusions from realities
While the world crumbles about their feet
These axioms of paracymenes souls
Prophesied, from the prophets times
Copyrights....
Fulfilling their tales told
These fallacies of fathoms fantasies
Delusioned dreams, of grandeurs scenes
While portraying....
The pretties of something else?
These wisdoms, within a wayward life
Of philosophies and beliefs
That they themselves
Truly, do not even know....
Always searching, but never finding
Amissful within the crowds, the flocks
From which they call their own?
As blindly, they swashingly swagger
Parading, among the golden peacocks
These feathers....
That fill their straw laced hats
Predacious paraligisms of paradies
Pantheons pantomiming
Their self indulgent songs....
Delusioned from the realities
Amid a world, that gravely crumbles
From beneath, their darkened soul!
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Have you ever made a a mistake
So small
So simple
You barely even knew it existed at all
Until suddenly there it is
Blinding in it's radiance
For all the world to see
Insidious and ever reaching
Tainting all you know
With a layer of hate and shame
Revulsion pointed inward
Is the most deadly weopon
In any womens artilliary
And we are masters of this lethal game
The self disgust
Followed quickly by the self destruction
Cycling round forever
In the hazy mire of our lives
The only diversion availabe?
The next mistake to be made
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SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE WOINDERING
SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE DAY DREAMING
SOMETIMES
I STAND IN THE SHOWER CRYING
SOMETIMES
I BLAM MYSELF FOR EVERYONES DISAPPOINTMENT
SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE CRYING
SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE BEATING MY SELF ON THE IN SIDE
SOMETIMES
I BLAM MY SELF FOR EVERYONE HATTING ME
SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE WISHING I CAN TURN BACK TIME
SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE WISHING I COULD HAVE DONE THINGS DIFFERENT
SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE WOUNDERING WHAT I CAN DO TO AKE MY LIFE BETTER
SOMETIMES
I SIT HERE THINKG OF THE PAST
SOMETIMES
I TELL MY SELF MY LIFE WOULD BE DIFFERENT IF I WOULD HAVE STUCK IT OUT
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