Best Self Awareness Poems
soothing your soul self
a knowing within your heart
what is best for you
dream state magic
introspective sureness
living your truth
bathing your soul self
hearing yourself realistically
being the most healthy statistically
living your joy artistically
following your absolute truth mystically
your angel guides know the eliminations and
inclusions that you will need to delight in
your bliss and live your true soul self
SELF AWARENESS
I pass days after days through several colours of rays,
Yet not confused when life is dark,
but enthusiastic and zealous,
confident and decisive to overcome ill luck.
Never pessimist, always optimist
whether free or got stuck.
Endured enmity, not lost dignity.
I honour my ego till it supports self esteem
to fulfil desired dream.
Always brave, even in grave.
Life is a challenge to explore transcending death.
12/09/22
A Brian Strand Premier Choice No.54
Contest by Brian Strand
veins are craving
like my soul needs saving
my emotions got me caving
i just wanna be here waving
on a wave like no other
but please don’t tell my mother
I hide behind a cover
while her daughter sits and suffers
scared to call it an addiction
cause that’ll put me in a hard position
people will start giving me propositions
like my mind and self control will be in competition
I realize we all out here addicted our vices
all these different fixes be costing different prices
the days pass and my tolerance rises
chasing the high like I’m chasing grand prizes
a grand prize that’s just a temporary reward
one will last long just enough for my problems to be ignored
other ways to be feel better, but those that haven’t explored
need to press a reset button and get my
mind restored
get my head restored and revived
cause I feel my inner self has been deprived
been down for a while, but no choice but to survive
only going up from here , nothing else to do but thrive
thrive in a new direction
my flaws are to be corrected
impossible to be perfected
but In a place I can be tested
tested and improved
the toxicity removed
a better self who I approve
back to the grind & get in my groove.
You will never understand
how much I care for you.....
You will never understand
all the things I go through.....
You will never understand
why I do the things I do.....
You will never understand
that from your side I won't move.....
Yet I listen to you hurt me
Saying nothing, fall to my knees.....
Your voice inside my head,
fills my heart with dread.....
I am full from all your lies
and with each one we slowly die.....
We are one and we are the same
We are perfect no need to blame....
When they hurt you
they hurt me too.....
Please, why is it that can you not see
that I am not your enemy.....
Listen, hear my plea and hear my cry
Look at me with a tear in my eye.....
I am you and you are me
I want us to live happily.....
Look, what do you see in the mirror
the reflection couldn't be clearer.....
A beautiful girl with a small hidden smile
yellow green eyes and blond hair that goes for miles.....
You can love yourself
Say I love myself.....
In a dark swirling empty nothing I am written,
with many descriptions of pain and victimization
made by a harsh,
cruel,
merciless,
and unforgiving
world of circumstance.
I do as I'm told:
I try to sway my reader
to understand the pain of my master
who authored me,
knowing fully well how impossible that is,
because he himself doesn't understand pain.
Yet he tries so hard to communicate it.
So I speak only in vague terms
using the darkest words of the human mind
just for good measure:
(suffocate)
(death)
(pain)
(endless suffering)
(suicide)
(murder)
(violence)
(anger)
(blood)
(hatred)
all for shock value;
serving my master's need
to prove his pain to my reader.
But I am far too loving to allow this...
so I knock on the door to his inner sanctum, and ask to be let in
so I can give him the hug
he's refused himself
since the day me and all my brothers were born.
Self Awareness Class
Stand alone with your eyes shut
Hearing Everything
© Copyright KC.Leake
25th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
Just out of sight for all of this time
My reflection convoluted
Because it was effused through the eyes of others
Embarking on strange and harrowing journeys
To find only an empty castle
Countless attempts I have made to fill this space
Cavernous and cold, even adorned with my inadequate furnishings
No more of this
The mirror shall be my own,
Not the sleek dark orbs of strangers with their own intent
Within the comfort of my own reflection
My journey starts anew.
AT-ONE-MENT 6
Open your mind as heart greets soul:
Sensuous being you feel all things;
Embark in kind to sense a whole;
Live beyond things to pleasure flings;
Follow and see that beauty lives.
Apply your mood as grace aligns;
Weave thoughts lovely with rhymes you give;
Allow your good to work fine signs;
Rich movements count in spread of cheer;
Extend the space where smiles attest;
New word treatments sparkle right here;
Export each trace where style arrests;
Soar in the sky where dreams come true;
Sense sighs of highs that now finds you.
Leon Enriquez
16 June 2014
Singapore
Who is there….?
Restless night and disturbing dream,
makes me walk in this moonlight stream.
Wondrous mental activities nerving profound,
searching for release from this madness imaging sound.
Knocking at this bright moonlit door,
with folding hands and kneeling on stony cold floor.
I hear the sound of the owl nearby, adding to the atmosphere,
and I cry again, ‘Is there anybody out there’….?
All perplexed and still, no answer to my will,
desperately seeking my conscious fill.
A phantom host seems to be the only listener,
feeling like, a homeless space traveller.
Spreading my arms towards the sky in silent moonbeam,
sensing of being in some portal of luminous stream.
Beam me to a peace of mind, the ultimate blessing,
then the torture of my troubled mind becomes very distressing.
After a while of calming deep breath in serene still,
I felt in my heart some strangeness of fill.
‘Is this stillness answering my cry’? ,
while observing a singular tiny light, moving in that sky.
As suddenly some strange veil lifted itself by nature,
and I felt some release from my mental torture.
I sensed some echoing through the spectrum of light,
wondering if that star is the stimulation in hardly bright.
I remember a quote by a Sufi poet saying,
‘ The limitation of God, is in his name’,
putting my moonbeam frenzy gesture into a gentle frame.
‘Whoever is out there, has no name!’.
My heart is too frequently engaged
In pursuits of the most frivolous kind,
Sometimes it runs away with itself
Leaves my mind lagging far behind.
written June 18, 2021
Planting seeds of life - growing self awareness...
(Subtitled: kudos beloved Amelie Beth)
Dilly gents gal lore spellbinding
metaphorically exhuming, ferreting, gleaning...
insightful handy dandy blues clues
unearthing treasure trove motherlode,
(and father lode) eye opening discover re:
visa vis our family of origin ancestry.
Painstaking efforts undertaken
courtesy thee i.e. eldest sister
(age difference between her and yours truly
thirteen months and twelve days)
ye (figuratively) dug deep
within plethora of genealogical database
mine insight piqued
following genetic revelations.
Raw bits (nuggets - comstock
rivalling wealth of Croesus
sowed countless generations ago)
enlightened this protoplasmic broth heir,
(a biological composite dada
elicited factoids ginning
humongous, illustrious, judicious...
awareness, that allows, enables provides...
knowledge linking me deoxynucleic acid
with forebears, whose good n plenti
inherited characteristics, desires
(under the elms), mannerisms,
predilections, quirks, urges,
yearnings, et cetera contra dance,
flickr, golong, kindle, shutterfly...
within mine contemplative,
intuitive, reflective...soul asylum
explaining, informing, liberating...
natural inquisitiveness percolating within,
not necessarily to excuse
deleterious, egregious, infamous...
(hyperbole for poetic impact)
behavior (mine), nonetheless
delighting, educating, fascinating...
assimilating, bridging, semen ting
heritage invariably jumpstarting
dormant desire to acquire
increased comprehension whereby,
I experience surge to learn
greater familiarity affecting
heightened awareness, where
countless questions once incubated
regarding spiritual communion,
where lovely bones of mein kampf
feel linkedin with spirits
of thee dead ancestors.
Hence awesome accomplishment
piecing together (with assistance from relatives)
once puzzling enigma shrouding
past lives (not sainted)
comprising Harris family of origin.
Pebbles
Thoughts are merely pebbles
Being gently washed by a passing stream.
You are the stream.
Thoughts are merely pebbles on a beach
Being gently rounded by crashing waves.
You are the waves.
Thoughts are merely pebbles in the sand.
Being gently worn by the passing wind.
You are the wind
My words can escape on.
Words are merely thoughts
Being gently read by a passing eye.
Yours are the eyes
That can read my thoughts.
it´s only
a hop, skip,
and a jump
away from
a greater state of
self awareness
which leads to
self betterment
which causes
a peace of mind
that once was
non existent
within the self
that is now growing
ever stronger within
the present version
of reality
Too edgy to be cornered
Too angry to stay composed
Too focused to be distracted
Too valuable to be disposed
Too broke to be hurt
Too woke to be numb
Too stoked to be dull
Too spoke to be dumb
Too used to the darkness
Too jaded to care
Too shady for shadows
Too lost for a prayer
Too scarred to be perfect
Too assaulted to feel
Too threatened to be safe
Too damaged to heal
Too gone to be found
Too shocking to stun
Too determined to lose
Too finished to be undone
I forgive myself for
Being attracted to someone
Who does not respect me
I forgive myself for being
Somebody overwhelmed with jealousy
I was ashamed
Why would I be jealous over somebody
Who don’t belong to me
What’s wrong with me
I was ashamed to talk about it
Cause I know that’s crazy
Who do I talk to about this
Who can I talk to who won’t Judge me
I’m lonely
If someone felt that way about me
I would think they are crazy
And that they have some mental issues
But that Person is actually me
Why me
So if someone come to me
And they feel the same way
About anybody
I will not judge
Praying for strength to help out
To give this person advice with acceptance and love
Everything happens for a reason
Forgive and love yourself
Let it go