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Narcissism arrives in any way..
Has many shapes and sizes..
Forms of narcissism floating in the environment
A Narcissistic one..
Dictates in the mind..
Of importance I solely am
Only I can sustain value..
Only I can indeed prosper
The Universe revolves around myself..
Others are not worthy of anything..
When it is I..
That bears all the fruits of life..
Why shall I embrace what others have to offer..
When there is no value fulifillment in anything they do..
I am above and beyond..
There is no living being above myself..
The reflection in the mirror shows my vanity in every aspects ..
On the whole I am all about myself..
Empathy for others is literally impossible
When empathy is only for myself..
There is no space for empathy to expand..
Empathy is one sided..
I feel for myself alone..
Togetherness is obsolete..
I refuse to allow myself to join hands and feel love for another..
The hands I join are of my hands alone..
Narcissism equals sadness..
The heart and soul bleeds..
Others have been exposed..
Effected by the selfishness of narcissism..
An ungrateful, opportunist arises
Like a mist of smoke..
Lingering in the air..
Others clear the air..
Air of unwanted selfishness..
A newly mist of selflessness..
Clearly a smoke filled environment of love and compassion..
Love and compassion..
Dissolving is the key..
Dissolve selfishness..
Welcome selflessness
Welcome everlasting love..
Pendulum swings high, swings low, swings high, up.
A pendulum stopped, needs a push or pull
like a child wiggling to go in playground.
Push me, pull me, push me up, till I fly.
Once started, gravity sustains the swing.
going high, gravity tugs and pulls down.
As it falls tethered on string, speed builds up
carrying it down, then up high, until
Gravity's elastic drag stops the up.
The pendulum weight hangs floating and poised,
before it free falls on string to swing down.
The pace is fast at first, then slows right down.
Potential gained by the elevation
sustains the swing's perpetual motion.
But friction's drag spoils the fun of swing,
otherwise the pendulum would swing up
down, up and down, up again forever.
A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Of kindness
He said
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted his kindness
His wisdom
His love of all tribes
Animal and man, felt the kindness of his eyes
His tears grew this world
His voice made all of us listen
He made fisherman, philosophers
He made masons run free
He sang to ladies of the night
With the wine from wells of passion
Caliphs and Abu Nuwas soon followed
Love belongs to no one tribe
No sect or religion
It’s the flower that seed's travels the globe
Like feathers floating in the wind
When you see a child with no food
A woman with no smile
A man with no home
You make a balloon or funny face
You grow a rose
You build a hut
Trust in the kindness underneath
It will kiss you on your death bed
You shall rise to the heavens
Knowing
You loved the universe
Notes: This is one poem that for sure can be peeled like an onion. First of all, I am working on a poem based on historical fact, and documents from the Vatican, that will serve no other purpose than to tell an age old story. Yes part of it takes place in current day Turkey.
Second, I have a friend who resides in Turkey, and we met over the internet, and over the years, have become friends. I know him to be kind, to all people and animals. We are simply friends that have shared stories, laughter, and hardships at times. Whether someone lives next door or half way around the world, true friendship and honor is hard to find. You can not give it or receive it. You can only both earn it over time.
No man is perfect, we are what we are, but when you see a world in turmoil, as we do these days, maybe this small event or moment carries weight. I myself am not so nice. So then I must say this, My friend Volkan is, not to me, but to countless people. A smile and kindness costs nothing, and the world needs more of this richness.
Everyone these days talks of how technology is ripping apart society and this may well be true, but this is a choice we all make, technology is merely a tool. One can also use it to build bridges and friendships.
Normally I would be shy to give such praise, however events have taught me that, its better to speak good words than be silent.
Thank you, for helping building a better world!
Extending thought through time
pushing past frayed veils
steeling in a back
frightful were some days
Days of loss and grief
peal apart to show
breaking in the meaning
as I’m about to flow
The beating of a heart
dies in little deaths
memories from the past
breaking through my chest
Breathing in the eddy’s
soaking in the floods
floating to a paradise
blood begins to thud
Passing by of years
causing time to freeze
thoughts die a lonely death
spirit floats the breeze
Gliding through the space
between the here,and the then
all shall be forgotten
as I’m drifting in the zen
See them gather around you, observing everything that you do, see them on top of the tree, listening to your heart beat and measuring your speech.
See them sitting underneath the tree talking about your destiny, The wire is running around you and a pudding pan is sitting next to the door and the sharks are slowly creeping up on the shore.
Look out for the bulldozer and the practicing medical doctor; he has a clinic across the street, an office in the basement and a house rising towards the heavens.
He spends his time in the corner bar and on Sunday’s he cuts the lawn; he has a house keeper and a butler and a young man to play the violin when his emotions grow dim. He is an artist and a practicing physician.He plays golf on Monday morning and sees his parents in the evenings; he is a jack of all trade but a master of none.
See them driving around the town in big vans and luxury cars giving handouts to pigs and goats and a box cutter wheeling at vendors' throat.
I can see them from afar walking around the garage searching in the corners, throwing out tries and lubricated oil. Old rusty muffler piling upon muffler and old radiators spilling corrosive water. They are testing the old cars with a wrench and a screw driver and an artificial bulldozer.
See them standing around the back wearing old pants and old frocks, spreading out on the floor and knocking on doors. More than a hundred of them standing at attention walking around in the back yard looking for a brawl and the pigeons kept flying around the tree moving straw from the wild berries.
Then came in the big birds flirting in the tree top, with thunderous voice screaming at each other. They are dropping pebbles, walnuts, almond and cherries on the ground and the beggars are gathering around the town. What strange phenomena lurking around, grumbling in the background.
See them going up in the air, you can see them everywhere, gas balloon surveying the moon and the high priest floating in the sky recording everything they hear.
See them gathering in the street making rhythm with their feet, the ring camera is running around and Santa clause is coming to town. See them looking at you from the window.
can it be that we are just floating
happy we are without care as we journey
the carolina blue skies provides the motivation for each mile we cross
where we go is the camera to the picture of more
we never thought we would be here for we know what we would be doing if we were still alone
however we do not think about that as we cross a certain state line
the back roads only excite us more
all sadness, though a thing of the past, defines who we are and is still the reason that we are doing this
we know that we cannot wish or regret our past away, so we just accept that it was and move forward from there
as we get closer, we take a moment to just be silent and let it all sink in
see, a short time ago we were overexerting ourselves on outlets and denial
without knowing it, we were only increasing unneeded toxicity to our individual selves
now here we are, full of natural spring water but still remaining thirsty
can it be that we are just floating
so at peace we are in the warm aftermath of essential repentance
God opened this door that we are carefully bursting through
however we laugh despite ourselves because we know good and doggone well that we, for once in our lives, are not trying to be careful....
As I watch the sun descend from view,
cast shadows across the land anew,
Floating warehouses engulf the sky
thus the shadows never die.
The drones which fill the evening air,
aren’t drones of old to thus compare,
but silent, programmed to communicate,
delivering goods and never late.
The chip implant within my hand
is my identity, you understand,
encrypted with a micro currency
for transaction approval of efficient fluency.
The robots, just like silk to touch
for which nothing is too much
parade the house, each play their part
like humanoids devoid of heart.
From cars that fly to boats that hover;
with 3D printers, everything’s on offer,
from building houses, making repairs
to all items in need of spares.
We sleep in pods with medical guile
monitoring organs in high tech style.
Ageing, now a long lost plague
of a distance past so acutely vague.
The cell phone, an archaic relic
now holographic, almost psychedelic,
run your life, in complete control,
total dependency with no parole.
Vacations restricted not to Earth,
so choose the planet of your birth,
Venus, Mars even the moon
places you will visit soon.
But species die out day by day,
we can do nothing else but to pray,
for nature’s habitat must prevail,
not advancements which the humans hail.
I was floating on water deep under the sea
Cold sun rays shone down I felt hot and quivery
A mermaid walked by with different sized legs
The battered dressed cod showed off his new kegs.
A bald octopus so furry, you could not see its eyes
The catfish all gathered and barked in surprise
The crabs running frantic sat perfectly still
Whales groaning their songs, laughed it was brill.
I started to feel well so went to the doctor
His name Davy Jones at top down at the locker
He told me I was dead; I felt so alive
We danced in the moonlight that morning at five.
Written 10th September 2021
For The Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Charles Messini
Iron Balloons Concrete Skies
(PART 2)
The rising of iron balloons lifted into concrete skies
Fashioned on the hour filled, solid to the core
Defying gravity as they move on
Infinity looks back, far and away above causality
The restless day fills with bricks colliding frequently
Broken glass shatters as the casualty with related damages
Thick, green, shards look for objects to destroy
Rise to the alien worlds attention
More rounded than not, a shattered world survives nothing
Avoiding sharp edges, solids and liquids
Fluid in their movements
Colored orbs of iron growing heavier as they go floating
Balloons merge with concrete skies
Seen through neon trees perceived as oddities
Explored by astounded astronauts in wonder
Once discovered after midnight, which is always in existence
Observations on balloons are permitted by the crew
Limited operational parameters of planetary matters
Will be considered on underwater findings as well
Under scrutiny and compliance with the interstellar law
Such items found are not authorized to be handled
If discovered on the ground
Items can be looked at but not touched
Abidance of natural order must be trusted
To maintain the universe and pure science as perceived
Concrete ideas like skies have the final word
Iron clad, as it too has its pressure to do good
In the twinkling of an eye the sky collapses
Gravity eats its own
Black holes look for something to digest
Iron balloons can only do their best
Our love is blind
You're always on my mind
But when I see you i don't have much to say
Yet still you tell me you love me
I feel like giving up
I feel that you deserve more than this, more than me, I feel like I'll never be enough for you
Lately I been wondering what you dream of when you sleep, do you think of me,do you think of us, do you count sheep ?
I'm being honest I'm not so good with words
But my love comes from within, deep down inside
I only wanna make you smile
I never wanna see you cry
I'm not good with expressing my feelings but I got to let you know you're always on my mind
And it's bothering me inside
Even if I don't call or text all the time
Before I close my eyes and fall asleep
You're the last person I think of
And before I brush my teeth when I wake up
You're the first person that comes to mind
I know I don't see you everyday
But I pray for you everyday
Even if I'm not with you in the future
I just want you to be happy and free
I don't know how to love you
I'm afraid that it won't be enough
I give you my heart to live
I give you my lungs to breathe
I confuse myself not knowing what I want
A part of me still wants to give us one more try
I love you but my love for you is so strong that it makes me weak
Our love is blind but it's the only thing that sees
How much we are floating away
One day I'll get the chance to learn
Who you truly are or who I really am
It's so crazy how you tell me you love me
I'm an empty soul with so much on my mind
My eyes tell the truth that my lips seek
It's just so crazy how u tell me u love me