Best Self Involved Poems
are we crazy or just contrived
lazy or simply self-involved?
are we insignificant, significant
or just like everyone else
deranged on the outside
swimming through dead oceans in our heads
am i death or am i over-simplified
is my breath as thick as the painted eye lashes
that stick to your eyes?
are you in love with your anemia
or anemic to love
breathing came so easy
now you're lucky to get one
mouthful
forever in ruins or ruined to become
pinned to pages or pinned under thumb
like the bleeding nape of a baby
thorough true to yourself
under circumstance we are death-like
only because we know we can
the heart
like a thick abscess of black mucus
pumping sweet death to all who may ask
now clogged with regret
regret for the living
regret for the loving
love of anemia
anemia of love
The world is what we make it, so let’s make it grand and gold, and glorious.
The universe smiles upon those who send it love, so let’s do that.
My own sweet soul is whispering stuff, but do I listen?
Not now, I say. I am busy.
Too busy to listen to my own soul?
Too busy to help the world become its best self?
Too busy to stand up and cheer loudly for what is right? Even if there are only two of us?
Too busy to listen to my own children?
The universe is loving me, and do I even feel it?
Or am I so self-involved that I do not even feel myself?
Your heart is here for a reason, to guide you.
To let you know when something is wrong.
Something that needs changed.
Something that is taking away from your soul-dream.
Something that is hurting the universe, or the world or you.
Where are the listeners?
I need one.
I see a world out there that can be so brilliant.
But this world frightens me...its changing so fast.
A world of violence and hatred...against each other.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.
Here we're so self-involved...no patience for anything.
Where we look at the needy...then turn our backs.
A world where people are tossed away....become homeless.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.
A world where we kill one another...terrorism is normal.
Where no one is trusted...not even ourselves.
Where jobs and economy...create more homeless.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.
A world of fear...of its self...its neighbors and friends.
It turns its back on people like me...who live in fear.
Families struggle everyday...just to survive.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.
A world of hard workers...that go unappreciated.
Where money and status...represent how much you're worth.
Where the future looks a little darker...as time goes on.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.
8-27-2011
***For Nikko Palmario's contest, 'Gut Me'.***
Remarkable mother devoted wife
Forty seven years with her partner in life
Before he passed, rarely apart
He was her rock, she his heart
Unprepared to live alone at age sixty eight
But that didn’t stop her from buying a new gate
Painting the walls of the house in every room
Pulling up old tile, remodeling the bathroom
Installing French doors, taking out the trash
Clearing out the yard, removing dead grass
Repairing the interior liner of the pool at dawn
Tending the garden, mowing the lawn
Unusually brilliant gourmet chef
Her cooking skills are above the best
Hell’s Kitchen’s-Chef Ramsey would agree
Once tasting her chicken cacciatore
No cookbook to create anything great
Only flour, eggs and an oven to bake
Swedish limpa bread with anise
Her minestrone soup makes a feast
Her intention is not to shock or impress
It just so happens she does with finesse
Whether gardening, painting or cooking
She is constantly busy doing something
Her acrylic or charcoal painting of old barns,
Run down tractors, country homes and farms
On a canvas, a saw, a fence or jar
Surpass any artist I have seen by far
Need an article researched, a recipe, or ride
She’ll stop whatever to be by your side
Never self involved not out of greed
Rather motivated by another’s need
My mother is the rarest angel on earth
Supremely selfless yet full of self worth
Unknowingly inspiring even to a stranger
Simply by modeling her unusual good nature
I feel so blessed that she is my mother
She loves and listens better than any other
A miraculous role model, balanced and whole
I love that I am part of her and share her soul
We cry as easily at displays of affection or pain
We both love snow and the sound of the rain
We are both, productive, sensitive and dedicated
Creative, independent, giving and self motivated
No one else I’d rather be than her daughter
I am the luckiest to have her as my mother
Her only girl and forever will always be
And she is an angel like no other to me
The last bomb of the day had fallen.
Broken debris and buildings lay strewn on the ground.
Never thought the corner of Main St. and Fourth Ave in Los Angeles
would be demolished and lying in pieces.
The destruction was horrific.
I was five years old,
and had wandered out to see if I could find food.
I found a flower, a daisy, on the ground
I approached an older man observing the devastation
and offered him my soiled hand holding a withered daisy.
When he looked down at my grubby cherubic face, I asked,
“Can I have a dollar so my mom and brother can eat, sir?”
I guess I looked innocent and asked so honestly, he could not say no.
He dug into his pocket and handed me a wrinkled ten dollar bill.
I ran to our cardboard box in the alley where we were living.
I was overjoyed and crying, I gave my mother the ten dollars.
She cried.
Startled by my nightmare, I woke up shaking, but
I was back in my own bed warm and cozy.
My family was safe in our home,
everything was OK.
I lay back in bed
and thought about the displaced, hurt, and maimed people
huddling for warmth, sipping a watered down tea
with nothing else to eat in the foreign lands we occupy.
A question loomed in my mind, was this a premonition of our future,
the beginning of our Armageddon?
Are we too busy, too selfishly engrossed,
to pay attention to the world we put in chaos?
Are we too self-involved with ourselves to
care for the atrocities we've caused?
Are we so involved with our usual life demands,
our money, our luxuries that we can't stop to assist the needy,
the elderly, the poor or just to show them compassion
even in our country?
Or do we greedily intuit we’re too late to make amends
for our part in destroying the world
so why try?
there will always be collateral damage
and crying only brings us down.
Yeah you are so unique,
Walking down the street oblivious of you conceited stench,
Different you say, irreproducible, pish posh,
You walk with self entitlement,
Loathing the people on the street begging for change,
Cynical of there intentions,
Expecting them to have a vulpine scheme to overthrow your thrown,
But do they not bleed, or cry? Animals you say? Where are there cages?
You would rather them have nothing,
So you can admire yourself with your accomplishments, but what really is accomplished?
Nothing for you are unhappy you and live off the sorrow of others,
Unique you say? I see kinds like you every day.
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What's the Norm? (for Contest)
Precious moments
you've gotta steal
Cyber love
it's for real
feelings deep
you've never met
owning your mind
can't forget
Online talks
Friendship sought
Innocent enough
or so I thought
shared secrets
intimacy found
I've been here before
life turned upside down
can't help it
somehow we just fit
so drawn to u
Like a magnet
witty banter
between us both
may surprise U
closer than most
Phone calls
shared views
yes I admit it
I'm fond of you
unconventional romance
not easy to navigate
have to really want it
give and take
the feelings real
so is the pain
forever wondering
drives you insane
times goes on
your in my mind
mutual attraction
of the chemical kind
lonely nights
dreaming of your touch
fantasies in my head
make me blush
Thoughts of you
day and night
you make me hot
insatiable appetite
your sizzling words
so hot like fire
I'm obsessed with u
your body I desire
you don't need to deny
you fancy me a little bit
I for you
I openly admit
time goes on
it isn't fair
U need to 2 be hrre
or I need 2 B there
what does that mean
in Cyber space?
where the click of a mouse
can make your heart race
Forced to actually conversate
a perpetual first date
communication down check
Never will touch easy to forget
when you log on
know what your in for
others feelings
and so much more
it's not a gane
when hearts involved
not for the weak
or the self involved
I can attest it exists
how does she know?
how can she be right?
I met the love of my life!
If love comes in all forms
who's to say what's the norm?
go with your gut
NO need need to conform
create your own form
love one, many, or a few
only person need to to make
happy is Y-O-U!
I see you hurt
And there's nothing I can do
Oblivious and self involved
Yet aware of the pain i'm causing you
Because I am the villain
Because I am the bad guy
So wrapped up in my own agenda
Knowing i'm the one who makes you cry
I'm standing here numb and guarded
Preparing to walk away
While you lay there cold and wounded
Begging me to stay
And because i'm the murderer
I've killed your heart
I've left you the victim
Wondering if you will ever restart
Deep inside I feel regret
For hurting you so
But never will I look back
Always forward I will go
For I am your villain
I have ruined your hope
I choose to leave you empty
But secretly I pray you can cope
I must pursue my life
Villains have needs too
Even though I may be bad
I still deserve something true.
03-14-08
How I do spiral to the depths of devastation,
self involved and opposed.
Coiled up as a serpent eager to shed
what was once a smile behind closed doors.
On the other side I lie vulnerable…
Desperate to impress,
caress what rises with the sun.
I realize each day is not the same…
minds over matter, matters over heart
and heart over unnatural hope,
hope for which sees time standing still.
Am I brave in what I say
or are my words just a puzzle to others?
How diverse is a mind that it knows only itself?
I stop to take a drag of my cigarette
as I look at the night sky,
trying to imagine each mind being their own…
perhaps we all do really live alone.
Upstairs I hear the knocking,
shocking thoughts, opinions verse ideas
creating myself each day I open my eyes
yet wondering who I am amongst what I create.
I sit alone…
cursed with the state of my own mind,
yet infatuated with the idea of being creative.
Am I free to be inspired
or am I bound by that I aspire to be?
I wrap my arms around myself
believing my own love is possible.
Amongst “perfection”
I find comfort in all the obscurity…
Simple or obscene…it’s just a thought,
forever my state of mind.
Sometimes... perhaps other time
I am here and everywhere
To mean I am here but you cannot find
The one me in moments unlikely to bear
Someone called it self-involved
Yet... I'm pretty much everywhere else
Can I call it self-resolved?
Simply... no one and I truly knew and tells
I cannot place myself in reality
And I like the idea of being alone
Have I spotted the devil in holy humanity?
Or perhaps god who simply won't
Further and further I drifted from here
Closer and closer, I am what I am
Further or closer, I am no where near
I have life but what I can...?
Me... going yet nowhere
Perhaps sometime... another time
The one me in moments unlikely to bear
That someone... in moment's time to never find
In the daily scheme of days
Where fit and bold survive
Solitude is one’s chief intent
In our plan to stay alive
People often find themselves
Apart and separated
Aloof and almost all alone
Their link with life negated
They are in a neutral place
But when there’s storm or strife
They get behind a barricade
And live an empty life
Keeping their lonely heart intact
Their fingers pure and clean
Never getting self-involved
With subjects crass or mean
For life to have more meaning
Kindness is the mission
Reach beyond yourself and heed
Someone’s sad petition
Friendship blocks the solitude
With all its hues and shades
Mix your life with others
Remove those barricades.
The truth is that people think I am the best listener in the world.
I have mastered the face and the expressions of the most interested.
I can toss out the best impression of a person who cares.
I am doing it correctly, for waitresses sit down and tell me their story.
I scoot over for waiters, hairdressers and bartenders too.
A few well placed “hms”, “wows” and “oh, mys" make me fast friends.
Most are self-involved, care not if they learn anything about me.
They want my deeply empathetic hazel eyes to pull out their truths.
I am an actress, playing a role, giving them what they need.
Wondering why they are too selfish to ask me anything about me.
I am the world’s most notorious imposter of a listener.
Many times I am on autopilot, not hearing a word they say.
Sadly, they hug me goodbye and tell me how much it means to them.
INSIGHTS
recalled
words
hollowing
out a memory
in a trompe l’œil
of
a
disparate
miscellany
held
aloft&
framed
in view
a living
collage
ongoing
carefree
&
literally
done,
looking out
from
a study in
irreverence
re-imagined
&
half-present
self-involved
serious
purposed
in
a
visual game
so smooth
a
grand thesis
of
intrigue
or statement
of
continuous
imagination
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Babe's on their knees eager to learn-grow-evolve-crawling-cooing, yes-laughing-if you will...
leaving-no ware; there, albeit wherever they roam... given the chance-yes... ?
Enlightened time elated graceful light skips along beside them proving-them I'm finding to-be
just as innocent, dancing; enchanting... coaxing.
Oh what of this friend; what of this-yes where does it all go, the quest for freedom, equality;
peace?
For-them-no-it-is never-a farce I can-see, now... .
Hearts open with no baring of conditional reprise-selfish-gain alone-yes they rise in-time to
the-challenge... ! If-willing they remain-honest; with themselves, they're taught entirely;
entrusted in-this; yes that-they alone; are-able... !
Why not I-now; myself... ?
Why not-I... ?
We... ?
"Believe it to be a matter of security, leaving our home base yes... God; our... Creator, this
fact-He-has ingrained within all of us."
""I say this because I believe aware - they know, already knew of this yes-in their forming;
yes; from their very beginning - we I believe yea life-in the-process of teaching-them; us...
we-all get just a bit too self-involved-I-feel, self-centered-insecure; greedy - concern for this
ruling the day - blinded then, again there is nothing about us yes-within-us any more-to guide
us as-it were, as we lose this trust-in Him; ourselves... our-pain becoming-buried-deep,
deeper-within... .""
""No I feel now-they know only the of pureness of this-way-in the effort-and this alone, "Life,
in-its-prudence, verity-hope, assurance-yes... very mercies. Yes it-is I have found to be-the
entirely; the-most precious... when bartering honestly nothing; no; but-offering-everything...
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"Love, denial,
time...
albeit man or
woman--in faith, with-God;
this hope yes it-is certain, you'll-
find!
In the effort stones cast-raise the
brow, are-always cutting this-fact;
down.
Love in-genuine in lieu the-moment-
leaves the soul restless-in question,
foregone-of this conclusion...
forever, in doubt!"
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Lest-there be-Grace... .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aueJ01JByfY
What struck me was your urbanity… which I now see as social profanity.
Our first meeting you filled the room with intellectual vitality
You carried on about substance and morality
You had such a distinct alluring mentality
and you dressed yourself in a triumphant formality
I honestly thought you were the heart of shining humanity
which has made my recent clutch on reality
a crushing blow of brutality
…you are really just ..Self-involved Inanity!
Your charisma is in fact mundanity
You words now spew like vile volcanity
You are a warped melon ball..... of insanity!
and if I did not so fear the worst of worst karmic calamity
I would gladly help you meet…a sudden and quite comical
fatality
(written for Silent One contest 1/23/2017)