Being taken for granted does not feel good. There must be an implied rule for men to advise women of the same lies. I have met the same man 100 times. When do I get to meet someone only once? Being hard is tiring but being soft is weakening. How do I be soft while also being strong? Humans kill ants without even knowing. Am I an ant? Because I can't be human. I get stepped on so much, it feels as if the person doesn't even realize it. Because if they realized it, why continue to inflict that much pain on someone? I have been told that I was better off dead, I have been told nobody will ever love me, I have been told I will die lonely, I have been told more painful than positive things. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see nothing reflecting back, as if I am a ghost. I feel ignored and only seen when someone is in need. Everyone loves me conditionally, when can I feel love unconditionally? When can I be catered to? When can I call on someone when I am in need? I can't and that's ok. Maybe one day, maybe not. Until then, I'll just continue to sit in this rain, waiting for the right sun to dry me up.
I Will Be The Better
*
To have left the world
Without making it a better
Place for ourselves and
Our animal friends,
What kind of a life was that?
*
To have left the world
With family and friends
Remembering me as cynical,
Sarcastic, and pessimistic
What kind of life memories were those?
*
To have left the world
Loving conditionally,
What kind of love was that?
*
In my next life I will be the better
For letting our world's
Flora and Fauna
Instruct me in the
Ways of stewardship.
*
In my next life I will be the better
For loving my family
And friends unconditionally.
*
In my next life I will be the better
For listening to the children
With my heart and soul
And let them guide me
In the ways of innocence and wonder.
*
And when I cross over,
I'll give a nod to Socrates
Who, once upon a time, said,
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
And I will be the better
For having examined mine.
*
I ask, "Do we not want to be informed?
May God forbid that we be conformed.
May God grace us to be transformed.
Even though some say, there is no better me or you,
Should we be in search of 'a better me, a better you'?
Others say, "Deep within, there's a better me".
Yet others say, "Whether surface or deep within,
There's not to be found in mortals, a better me".
Is change possible, or should we even bother?
Should there not be change wherever possible?
Are our flaws, stains, and ways even stoppable?
Is not The Blood of Christ still powerful enough
to wash away stains? And is not The Holy Spirit
still our Primary Helper for change?
Indeed, some things in our lives will remain,
but some things need never remain the same.
And perhaps all will agree that, conditionally,
There is a better you, a better me.
061923PS
In those ways He just mattered He cares so for me
Illuminate light His love Embraces me
As I stand before Him I am made free
Elohim
Creator Father loves me
I'm alone instilled yet belong to a loving Father
His love for unconditionally everso beautiful
As I stand before Him
Elohim
My Abba, Daddy God loves me
While in my mess
He yet still blesses me
This man so devine love flows unconditional
Elohim
My Creator Father loves me so
Been redeem by His Son Father's promises never to let us go
In the arms of Our Father embraced for evermore
My creator Father, forgiving Father
In spite of all that I've done
He's forgiven me I'm conditionally loved
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
I know for a fact
that at least
once in my lifetime
I have been loved
un-conditionally
officer
no sir i'm
not a dios
but i swear
to god she is
a Diosa
so what i
want to say
is what i mean
is my sacrifice was
for me to be
pure and so no
clothes i'm trying
to explain disrobement
is a rite for me to give her
my purity
meaning un
conditionally
please release
me for i've done
nothing
other then
praying at the
church of my choice
en el nombre
de la Madre;
Hija, y el
espiritu
Mornings are chill
Still No feel of ill.
Day is erratic.
It's Nature's tactic.
Evenings are hazy
But not becoming lazy.
Nights are cool , yet suffocating.
Nothing in our hands except relocating,
Mold situationally
If not conditionally
But relatively.
It's the psyche that makes difference.
If It's in line
If It's process is on line
It's the soma that acts in sequence
To face any consequence
To be in pace
In the worlds of change
To make us as an ace
Do you feel me
That thing right here
This Pulse
My Flow
Wrapped in my embrace
Not in a physical sense
Mine is a celestial caress
Because my love is that intense
An outpouring of purity with great depth
To you these words make sense
While others read only nonsense
You’re blessed with a sixth sense
Love is the reason
To deny it is treason
Love brings light to the dark
Pumps life to the heart
Love is the protection
The sole cure for this infliction
Called life
Cowards who fear love have only objections
As they fear rejection
Superiority and inferiority complexes
Leaves them lacking loves salvation
Walk with me in one direction
Accept my token of love abundantly
Reluctantly I must confess
Unconditionally is a lie
You can’t have all of me
If you're not all mine
I looked at theirs in hopes I would find mine
The powerful example in their lives underlined
They showed what they know by their branches intertwined
Instantaneous, long lasting, molded and refined
Beyond futility, their hopes in God enshrined
I have tried to grasp love, hold it tightly confined
Malignant and ugly, not what I hoped I would find
For without a giving heart and a soul that was kind
Love kept from my grip and was trapped in my mind
So I looked to the heavens for colours extreme
What could this failure of mine really mean?
I was baptized in the water of God's Holy Stream
With His gift of true Love this heart was redeemed!
"It's an about love thing". This all started with me not understanding,
Keith Papayrus posted his poem "It's Theirs" I didn't understand it.
Keith was kind enough to soup me a explanation which I found poetic.
His response led to me writing this poem. "conditionally coloured"
was part of his response to me and I thought it should be part of my title.
Thanks for the inspiration my brother of the pen.
You are sunlight in my day,
You are the moon i see far away.
You are the tree i lean upon,
You are the one that makes troubles be gone.
You are the one who taught me life,
How not to fight and what is right.
You bought me the first toy,
Which i played and enjoy.
You brought me in this world,
And then you became my world.
Mother loves conditionally,
Without benefits and utterly.
Mothers are supposed to be the god on earth,
But some mothers only get a feeling of hurt.
You take care of me when im not well,
How much i love you can't tell.
Im lucky, i have two mothers,
One of my own and other whom i adopt.
Both are truly amazing,
One i dont listen to and other drives me crazy.
You are the words inside my song,
You are my love,my life my mom.
Love you both lots,
Please do admire my thoughts.
I love you so much ....
.
Modestly
the indulger of write
inch by inch
with charge
augments her veneer
"supple
taut
pink pixie
flesh
hern eyne
taunting me emerald
with long cinnamon wavy tresses"
Upon the table
his pen and slip
conditionally reposed
Upon the bed
her petite impression
his galvanizing
kiss
Because of my color, you dont see me
The sparkle in my eye,
the shine of my hair
To you, it was never even there
Because of a stereotype, you'll never be free
My point of view
Where Im coming from
Just as I begin, to you, Im already done
Because of your blinders, you will never see
The openness of my mind
The freedom of my spirit
Unfortunetly, you haven't enough time
Because your so scared, you wont know happy
My beautiful voice
The pureness of my soul
Don't even bother giving yourself the choice
Because of fear, you have a disability
The light inside that glows
My color blindness
Go ahead, just keep your eyes closed
Because of lies, you love conditionally
The smile on my face
with my sun kissed cheeks
To you its a disgrace, because of a belief
Hate me for something I'v done or someone I have hurt
Hate me for who I am , not what I am
Hate for a real, passionate, undisputed, no questions asked reason
Then, just then
If you can
Forgive, not me, but yourself
My Life of Death
No, why me? That could’t be true.
I’m not deserving of this pain that deaths put me through. Tears and pain perfected by the
people who LOVE me, forgiving in abundance so hatred won’t consume me.
Betrayed by the love your parents gave.
Pain by the generations that’s the same.
Angered by all the times life has let me down.
Saddened by all my love ones who could’t stay around.
Grief because I hate you and I know it in’t right. I keep telling myself there was happy times
when I cry myself to sleep at night.
I try to make the good outweigh the bad,
But constantly I block the thoughts of the times you made me sad.
I love you not you love me because your love was conditionally anger, mad, sadness and
grief I didn’t know happiness until happiness left me
Death you thought was physical too, But the death I speak if of you.
Goodbye.
Good for me
Finally accomplished insanity
You're something
I'm nothing
Welcome to popularity
Worked hardly
Ate from my silver plate
I'm something
you're nothing
Don't mean to brag!
I did it again
Fooled you again
Thought when you bought into this
Everything would just be the same
I did it for you
thought you would make a difference
Not much else to do
Better than you
parts of humanity
we were something
Compleses by simplicity
we sure were something
but now we are nothing
Washed up
and proud of my pride
Used up
and ill dignified
screwed up
every time I tried
messed up
and out of my mind
Just let go
Everything will be
alright
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.