Best Selfness Poems
Memory
I am my memory.
This piece of the world, this brief sprouting
Amongst many thinking radishes,
Exists only as resonances within
Lacy neurons; Flanders’ delicate patterns
Sustained by glial skeletons,
Beyond the spider’s web or silent
Snowflake in elegant complexity.
I am memory:
Identity, selfness, the compass of my person,
Shaped by the universe’s unknowingness
Of my reedlike form; yet I know I exist,
And know of my fate,
And of the fate of the universe,
Which is the power of my memory
And humankind’s collective memory.
I am:
And therefore recreated endlessly by my memories which,
Shallow-like, bow to my insecurities
Played out in my mind; ironically,
Feeding my own undermining,
Poignant recall of joy and bittersweet sorrow,
Given force by visceral emotion, shaping “I”
Anew, through endless rehearsal.
I:
Who is: only in relation to you, another,
My child, parent, brother, sister, a lover,
Bosom friend; like me, the sum
Of memories, which we share
And are thus part of each other,
All one, yet separate, connected
Through memory.
The memories of you fade,
Yet do not disappear, and
Give truth to my thoughts
On memory, and my identity;
Me, whom you pursued until
I caught you, and gave
Me memories happy and sad,
That shape me still..
with acknowledgements to
Blaise Pascal, William Shakespeare, Rene Descartes, Eric Kandel, John Locke, the Lace makers of Belgium....and Georgia
There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged desperate captive of that all inbibed prisoner **** of nun conformist adventurerers and that really, that there are just too many organic integers making for really bad math.intuitations/attributes and all of the familio do's and don'ts that creep bastardy across the years to inculcate, interfere, incase all of the hoped, promised integrity of just 2 people in love? with all that makes it their potential, not all of the hopeless, ne'r do wells, dead driven dud marriages that hoped to promulgate their failures onto the newbies totally unprepared, but willfully negative implicit on that new, and should be uninterrupted, all naked, seeing alter intense emoexplosive journeys to that wait waits, some supposes, everybody entices, everyone enthralls, quired questions, problem perplexes, initiates initiated, complexes complete, duty deforms, eerily exacts a viscous value, on properties promised a forever coexistance, but not at the expense of selfish selfness; can it be to an us award of a faceoff fervent fever, that WE, can coincide an opposite internal presence that allows us to be a universal component undeluded, underived, unpolluted by the natural wonders that are our genetic cohesions, so they can further their total promise to lead a connected life of copious love, desire and plentitudes of us-ness, disavowing all else in a socioinvasive parental wake of them vs us in all things blood/emo crass cursive? Leave them, the future lovers of us alone, let it flow and keep your, non orgasmic, loveless failures to yourself, old/tainted people of relations, lovers of social inhibitions it plays to an ill-at-ease, stubborn Igor-ignocompliance. Yes, we had Summer Love/Woodstock, but then we grew to be livestock, waiting for the senior-socioseniorslaughter pill mill. You must have some small, tinder, macromolecule of what it was to be standing in the bliss of universal underware; a long time ago in a universe far, far, away. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the neighbors.
Allthough it has taken at times allmost Dying... For whatever you may believe...
Maybe the best way for me to describe what it is that has happened to me is..
God, or Higher Power, whatever you believe it is... Had to just Knock me on my butt
and show me... It has taken awhile for me to see... Stop...
you must not attempt to live without my illness (M.S.) changing my life when I got away with
not much illness... Yes, I survived my life with a Monster that tried to Kill me...
Many, Many times... I escaped with my boys, and just 41 Healed Fractures...
Head to toe... But I made the stupid choice to start doing Drugs...
It helped me forget... My Past with so much Horror and Physical Pain... and that I
Made it out... Only to be diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis... I can only be
Honest... I made these choices... Mostly in selfness... Sadly, I
tried to get away with whatever I could... So I needed God to do what He had to...
It took... Putting my Best Friend... In jail for me to get clean for...
and Me getting so ill... Almost Dieing because of My Stupidity...
To show me the mistakes I made... and was making... It got me Clean...
From Drugs, smoking, and just Parting like I was O.K.... and Showing what you
give out will come back to you.... Whether you believe, Karma.... Yin Yang...
Either way it's eaiser to explain it... All I can do is tell you what I was shown...
Just always remember, what you give out... Will come back to you!
I just like to be a ocean
Asking me why, then listen me.
They are beautiful like a new world,
Deeper than your though
Let see new world what it got.
We listen stories of mermaid and all,
Let go deep and find where did they go
We know they are real but we kill them like your world
We just not kill your world, we also kill new world
Selfness kill this world but what kill new world
We all know the answer of this question.
The selfness of becoming rich make thing which kill new world,
Plastic, oil, waste make people rich but why
We don't think of this new world
We ruin beauty, silence, everything of the new world
Please think of other in new world
Choose are gone, we don't have time that much long
Choirs sing out the Christmas stories
harmonising each every word,
rising goosebumps on my arms, as
in silence, angelic voices heard.
savouring each tuneful note.
to bring to us the fellowship of man.
magic of Christmas is a well used quote
a merry one I wish to all I can.
sing be happy and enjoy the moment,
magical scenes of hope and happiness
a joy to all, help sinners to repent
gone are the bitter thoughts and selfness
in comes wishes of peace on earth
celebrate a special birth.
penned 18 December 2015
Oh dad, you’re great, you saved me in crisis.
You make me able to enjoy juicy healthy spices.
When I fall ill you run to secure me in hands,
And introduced danger of Life and paid off prices.
You provided me knowledge and education for easy rises.
How can I forget you my success are your donation?
Otherwise who cares a child in this modern fashion?
People can’t afford human growth they claim expenses,
You were honest and industrious my mum has mention,
Your time was hard or mine, life has different sizes.
I think sometimes how olds has afforded a big family?
When mum was full time mum for children mainly,
And provided full opportunity to grow everyone’s taste.
Why do we modernise fail to respect and struggle shamely?
Divorce and separation isn’t wise for kind namely prizes.
I care how do you afford gifts and celebrates births and fests?
You never disappointed anybody and care for all lists.
I am boring and selfness, can’t afford a bunch of flowers,
Dad’s day comes and goes but feeling lives in the rests.
Time plays a part and love struggles with different Hisses.
Jesus brought freedom for us
We live in love we live in bless
He frees us from every sin
Hate, selfness goes to bin
We meet our old brother
Eat, drink, and laugh together
Love takes breath in the soul
Flowers dancing and sing
We hug all our foes
And doves fly in the ring
Word of fighting is removed
Love, forgiveness every where
We respect to elder and child
We think about them and care
A new life welcomes us
We live in love we live in bless
I was born as you all were
I am all the same that
All are in some way or the other
I used to love the things that you loved
I was the same branch of the that tree
And was fed with the same roots
As you, you and you were
But
But I was a step ahead
Or they were some step back
The difference that was made
A cloud overhead
Shared some tears with me
And all the non living things
That the creation has made
The way was not meant to be
The way I am now
The way that I was ought to be
I don’t want it anyhow
The race is falling and let it be
For I do not care
A burden that the world slipped in my pockets
Hence never should I bear
I not care about the one
Left and were about to leave
I distrust the kind of men we are
And hate the way we find
I live a life along with me
And never care who’s beside
For they have a selfness around there self
And to my eyes, somehow they hide
I am an end, with out the other
Hanging by a rope
I am a shadow of my self
Living as a misanthrope
The Lake of Life
Placid water is ringed by steep banks, clusters of
Willows weeping at the water’s edge;
Their branches caress the surface in the breeze,
Sending intimations across to the distant shore.
Far into the centre, a splash heralds the predations
Of the sleek pike; whilst beneath the willows’ canopy,
Fallen insects held in the surface tension disappear
In the faint, lazy sounding plop of extinction.
Deep beneath the surface, hazy light reaches
down from the sparkling surface, momentarily
Bringing a silver flash of scales, before cloaking
Silently patrolling forms in sombre shadows.
As evening falls, the clouds of midges hang
Dark against the fading light, and swallows perform
Acrobatics in pursuit of the damsel fly escaping its
Watery confines. And the moment is broken by memory.
Memory: identity, selfness, the compass of a person,
Mirrored in the cruel serenity of the lake,
Seven ages played out in the mind, punctuated
By poignant recall of joy, and bittersweet sorrow.
So am I recreated endlessly by my memories;
Memories of you, memories of happiness, memories of
Loss and pain, new memories created as the
Old die, bringing renewal of self, an enduring “I”.
Dreams Distant
by Odin Roark
The child slumbers as well
Eyelids aquiver
Like his father’s
Synchronicity remaining awake
Such innocence
Carries wariness as well
Kicking away covers
Giving escape to the spirit
Often held captive
By parental clinging
How difficult for some
This acceptance of a person’s selfness
Challenging such identity
As if it were not progeny’s to possess
Exclusively
Not unlike love
Such emotive singularity
This unique cosmic enigma
Knows well it must first unto itself be true
Belonging to no one
But itself
In the power of its will
Torturous sleep sometimes
Renders today’s yesterday and tomorrow
Seemingly averse to moving on
In truth
Closed eyelids shelter destiny’s assimilation
And professed separate souls remaining silent
Dream of one another through the distance
Continuing their smile of oneness without end
Beyond angels, human worlds
I am the crossing orb
I flow gently majestically
Lasting love , his heart , his touch , his sweet caress
Shimmering in the moonlight stars gaze
Visions quest , my gentle quest to gaze in love
Aquaria, my name , angels
Thy soul , my twin flame
Inspiration , lasting love
Timeless quest he journey each night
Azure, I am his Juliet
My selfness ,, his soul calls me
Paths once crossed
My loves legend
no time to sit and ponder
at life small miraculous wonder
to busy with your own greed
your personalised selfness need
your bitterness grew we grew weary
bringing us down making us dreary
leave your "I wants" out the door
because I wont stand for it any more
the respect is all that you are concerned
but mark my words, it is not given its a earned
you think its your place you think its your right
the spectacle you make, what a site!
tantrums you cause the fights you make
simply by being you, you make my brain ache!
so just leave, go on, we dont want you here
Dont come around, are we clear?!
trial and error
we live in a world of imperfections
were we are always on trials
we believe to be smart
we claim to be perfect
through our creativity
we run a world of blindness
through our ignorance
we bleed more like Christ
and we keep feeding fake hopes
in our own deformities
trial and error
we living in a hard time
a critical time
like a time of nemesis
were we are confronted
with our reflection
combined with shadows of fear
originated by our ignorance
in the mess we created
called the system
trial and error
we living in a trapped
mad men world
we living in a time
of greedy rules
we living in a time
so dear but brutal
we keep trying
trying to make the
world grow on a
selfish mindset
were love is only
but a question
of selfness
the world don't gave
no humanity anymore
trial and error
our civilizations is not
in balance
our religion can't keep
peace among us anymore
our humanity is on
a zero point
our care can't reach out
to the needy any more
our prayers are selfish
our desires are routed
on greed
our egos flitters
isolation
yet we keep trying
like always
but at last
we fall on error's
despite our perfect rules
I am a whirlwind of colors
Oranges and turquoises
I dance among tulips
Careful to not tread too proudly on violets
I am a unicorn’s horn
My striping parading through a forest
Showing up the oak trees
I look down on them and laugh
I am a bowl of crisp Lucky Charms
Children are fighting over my green moons and yellow suns
I am optimism and hope
I am rejoicing in my selfness.
She is the complete package
Her clothing and her hair are just so
She has a confidence that oozes into the room
Her selfness is contained, calm, and curiously attractive.
I stare at her, wondering when I am going to become her.
Not this lifetime, maybe the next one or the one after that?
She is smart, knowledgeable, and knows what to say.