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Perche Sono me II.
I interact with the blues because I feel sad and I am alone.
The blues are an expression of my internal feelings.
My biological needs and psychological needs are in a constant state of dueling.
My biological needs are pulsating.
My psychological needs are in a strong state of defense.
My biological needs are very powerful.
They want to spring a new bio.
So powerful that it hurts the three components of my life.
It feels like only a visit from the reaper could make them go away.
These needs are powerful and must not win.
You ask me “why don’t you just follow your biological needs?”
Why do you continue to deprive your body of what it wants?
Would you deprive it of food and water?
Truthfully, I am conscious and will not follow in the footsteps of some of my friends in
the past. I do not want to make the same decisions that they made and realize my
mistake(s). My biological needs will not deprive me.
I deprive my body of these needs because I must continue to go forward. A short
break of a few minutes may end up as a divine comedy for a long time with no smiles.
Food and water are vital to the sustained notion of life. Procreation and non-
procreation in a sexual environment are ok, but it is not meant to be the controller of
life.
My psychological needs are more important to me.
Self-esteem & self-actualization are at the top of the pyramid.
My physiological needs are at the bottom
Praise Allah for Maslow
My mind is more important than my body
My mind wants me to go forward and never give up.
I must follow my dreams and not the wishes of the undercroft.
Finally, I say to all of you this is the reason why I am single
I want to be with someone that connects with me and I with them.
I am not looking for an easy person.
Too many of the doves are brown and sound like quails.
I am looking for my white dove with the voice of the hawk and the majestic tranquility
and beauty of an eagle in all its beauty.
I have not found my phoenix.
I will not die because I live.
“Cowards die many times but the valiant taste death once.” These are the words of
Julius Caesar to his wife Calperna.
With this quote in mind I will move forward and I will do it my way.
Maslow was and is still right.
I am introspectively elucidating the concernment of tending to my inner garden and letting the soil of my soul rest, as it pertains to the echoes of transformation and tides of my becoming— searching for the moments I outgrew myself. Indeed self actualization must be sought through each era of one’s eternal voyage through the woods of self-return. In that vein I am carving a path through the wild, and thus I feed both wolves. The dark wolf who keeps me safe in the wilderness, the light wolf who keeps me from stagnation and maroonment in this liminal drift. Born of existential neurodivergence cast into in the Venetian magma pools of neurotypical calamity—both wolves tow the cosmic chariot of my entirety…
“free from conditioned belief
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself”
Love of raw self is liberating
It is a beautiful thing to esteem
Self actualization is emancipating
Flow within it as healthy blue stream
Tis no accident you are so unique
Wonderfully and fearfully made
Whether in youth or as an antique
Soul you’re in your designated space
It takes all kind of pressure
To make a precious diamond
Often inside we feel amber alone
That’s when we can find HIM
The Curator of our heart of art
The Potter making us pure souls
We are the product of a gracious God
Even if we don’t really yet know
Ignorance can be a bouquet of bliss
Until life becomes bitter and sour
We then find the Creator’s holy kiss
Of love in our most needed hour
The lucky find this in yellow youth
Some discover in maturity of ages
There is no time limit on teal truth
Reflection is in our hearts and faces
When you have a cranberry calling
No agenda you surrender to nature
The path provides like pearls falling
From holy scriptures by saintly Savior
Humbled hearts have no vanity
For fire and life has purple pruned
And despite lavender life’s insanity
We become like the flowers bloomed
So trust the Lord and His process
Life flows on all by itself every day
You are a work of His hazel holiness
Keep this fact in your heart silver safe
When testing time invades profoundly my private space
I build a wall to protect the sanctum of the inner woods,
create a captive cocoon of imposed isolation
for the soul to be preserved in the bliss of insulation.
I become a lone prisoner of my own making,
behind the wall of false sense of volatile pride.
I find the world disappear beyond my guarded garden,
take away the fragrance of flowers I see blossom.
I’m caught in the dichotomy web of entangled confusion,
whether to break the wall or stay secluded within.
When time comes to travel to the sinking skyline,
the instinct of self-preservation dwindles in debris.
As the wall encloses the shattered senile sagacity,
I see the sensual sequins in the last rays of the spent sun,
drizzle through the confined thicket’s chromatic canopy,
from the free sky where my soul seeks to fly like a bird.
The twilight time is tinged by the hues of the horizon,
sinking within the hazy strata of the discontent dust.
With the cornucopia of the longing life unlived,
I etch the Rubicon line walking the last mile.
The defining moments within the marked territory,
design the innate paradigm of emotional epitome.
Awareness assures that the die is not yet cast,
crossing the conscience line would defy self-actualization.
Stopping at the boundary stimulates spiritual sensitivity,
ameliorates the pain of existential predicament,
saves the psyche from the clasp of evil’s embrace,
and in insecurity mayhem unfolds the divine leitmotif.
See yourself the finished deal no time for self reflections.
Every word you speak is taken as the absolute decree.
Look the part project the image give it overkill.
For self belief is what you need don't give your self grief
Above all know your time will come and all about the karma
Charm the leaves of the trees. just project majestic.
That's the spirit , don't let fear win, be vigilant
Under achieving not in my game, I'm the success guru
Ambition not a dirty word it's my driving force, my Buddha.
Limits are for roads by schools, my career path says they are optional.
Inner fear is not for me I eat it up as if it was the hottest chilli.
Zealously I guard my reputation like the precious jewel topaz.
Aim for the moon and you will reach the stars but not outshine my aura.
Total confidence is how I rock you'll not set me adrift.
Infused with self belief I'm your morning bowl of Fusilli.
Outlandish claims you see above, all made up as I'm loco.
Note my name is Donald Trump, and I tell more fairy tales than Hans Christian Andersen.
comp entry 04/11/2016
Let's play a game, shall we?
It's a fun little number I like to call
"Do I miss you because I love you,
or because you're my brain's scar tissue?"
Let's review the facts, shall we?
You're a spoiled NEET who took pleasure from my pain
From making me bend over backwards
And watching my free will vanish
Like a parasite, you latch on to everyone
Begging for gifts and food like a child
Passive-aggressively plotting when you don't get your way
And everyone gives in to get you to shut up
By all accounts, you're a horrible person
So tell me why, tell me why
Why do you still haunt my dreams at night?
Why does the thought of losing you still hurt me so?
You're like heroin
Because man, doing lines of you through the night
Was the greatest high when the trip was fine
And the comedown was so fierce
So here I lay, sweating yet freezing
Dope sick and hungover after the greatest afterparty
Craving another hit to feel the ceiling again
Gently gnawing on my twelfth step chip
But you weren't always that way, you know
The love we shared was once pure
And each day was a blessing that I'd give so much to return to
And I think that's the you that I miss
But hey, that person died two years ago
You wore her skin so well that I didn't realize
That I still had a body to bury
Before you skinned it and wore it
More often than not, it's the pure memories I recall
When I'm clutching my phone with my thumb above the send key
And another withdrawal pang hits my temple
And jolts my thumb to the clear key
So where are you now?
I can't imagine I'm in a much better place right now
Eating my fourth cup of cup noodles tonight
Poring over a broth stained essay
It's comforting to share a pitiful existence with you
Because in a weird way, I feel more connected with you than ever
Sharing a loving, tender kiss across time and space
As we both scoop the last shrimp from the bottom of the cup
But each cup leads me closer to my dream
As you stagnate at home
Self-actualization is a difficult concept to measure
But your NEET dream dies with the last of your savings
The sun rises and the glare from the screen hits my eyes
Another frosty December morning
Through the sight of the rising sun and the scars you left behind
For now at least, you and I are forever intertwined.
This time never seem to come
but right from the beginning
it stood by the door
and never knocked.
Nearer it comes
but acting like a mirage
allowing me privileges,
opportunities, experiences
and Life itself.
Is it the Joy
of having new friends and family?
Or drinking from the cup
of new acquaintances?
Is it the adventure
of a different environment?
And its ability to
create a new personality in me?
I'll surely miss them all
and all that took part
in making my completeness a reality.
I divide my heart into six portions
to my friends,
who are a bridge
to where I am today
and served as the paddle
for my sail to greatness.
to my instructors,
both great and small
who showed me the path
with less thorns and stones
and opened my eyes
to see beyond the hill.
to my 'dears'
who balanced my Life
and made my manly wholeness
an actualization.
to simple familiarities
who shared the fruit of life
from a distance
and protected our respect
like a new born child.
to critics
who trippled the magnitude of my consciousness
and are always down the cliff
when I'm about to fall.
Irrespective of their motive
have kept my reputation
as strong as the toughest compounds of carbon.
To haters,
you make me stay in the right path
and refrained me
from crossing the thin line
between fantasy and reality.
Notwithstanding your contempt
my love for and to you remains
bountiful and pure.
Goodbyes are the hardest words
to say.
But your smiles
are in my genes,
your helping hands,
make up my memories.
And your love is what I see
when my eyes stay closed.
Though we say goodbyes now
I'll always carry you along
wherever I go.
In tears, I say..................
I MISS YOU SO DEARLY.
Spontaneous is my grasp on a world endless-
Every new ability learned and created teaches me,
lessons in life and I see my beautiful,
flowing life with potential- weatherproof.
And each new poem I write is, a
curve, turn and step gigantic,
undaunted I just write and write impromptu-
At times my poems are written from a different era.
Like-minded people love my poems abysmal,
imaginative and sorrowful, and even at times Sci-fi.
Zealous, I write all night with my head abuzz,
and my pen dripping magenta-
Tattered are my memories bittersweet,
internal my soul finds words illuminati.
Obsessed often with deaths of long ago,
never-ending I write- a girl growing but still a bit broken.
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November 4, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Self Actualization
Copyright Protected, ID 16-846-113-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Self Acualization
sponsor, San Woo
Ninth Place
"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need."
Quote_ Mother Teresa
Cry not on flowers wilted,
Count not on buds that canker might blight,
But marvel over beauty blossomed!
Extinct are our Yesterdays,
Illusory are our Tomorrows,
Today is all that exists,
This moment alone matters.
It is what there is and all there is.
Today is our way up hill.
The arena for action decreed.
The stage set for the show.
The tool and trade for life.
Today well lived leaves –
Every Yesterday
A reminiscence sweet to relish!
Every Tomorrow
A vision glorious to chase!
Drool not, hence over yester years
Rant not on chances missed.
Greet Today right in front!
Enjoy the moment at hand.
Each moment is all we need.
Render it your respiration and perspiration
Turning Yesterday - a commemoration,
Today- an actualization,
Tomorrow –a stimulation,
And life – a celebration!
May.23.2023
~ Placed Second~
Writing Challenge -B- Quotes Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
There was a man named Maslow, who designed
a hierarchy of needs for every soul.
Foremost are the physiological.
Without food, water or sleep, we can’t be whole.
The other major needs are in this order:
Number 2: security; Third: love and belonging.
Fourth involves confidence and respect of others.
Are there any of these things for which you still are longing?
Most people have the basics met, but think of refugees
living day to day with lack of food.
And think of all the stressed-out souls in category three,
lacking jobs and family! How bad must be their mood.
I’d say a good majority of us and folks we know
have work and loved ones and a roof above their head.
Intimate relationships and self-esteem
mean that our souls’ appetites are being fed.
Self-actualization is the pinnacle
when all of our souls’ wishes are being met.
Then we are creative, wise, and lacking prejudice,
but I think many have not gotten that far yet!
If more souls could feel self-actualized,
I believe we’d see more peace and much less strife.
But people face despair and get hung up
on basic facets needful for living a good life.
Think about the Hierarchy of Needs.
Are you fulfilled in all of them? If not,
you must reflect on what your soul is missing.
Then do your best to fill that empty spot.
Be mindful, always showing gratitude
for what you’ve got, and savor all the good
that’s come to you! We don’t need all that much
to feel the joy of peace and brotherhood!
Dec. 19, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's Our Soul’s Wish List Poetry Contest