Long Individuality Poems
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Imagine the child
Whom on a daily basis
The only validation or commendation
They were ever given
Was that they were told
They were simply , less in fact
Good for nothing at all
You lack the basic concentration and skills
Required to contribute in order
To your own educational progression
A so called educator teacher themselves
Failed in their capacity and duty to read
And take the time to out
To investigate the fine print and clause
Regarding individuality and creativity
Because if they did
They would then save themselves
The future humiliation that lies ahead
When eventually the 1
Who they let slip through their nett
Comes back to haunt and bite them
And they do not only fail to thank them
Or mention them but rather instead
Smile and have a laugh at their expense
Without even having to do much as
Say a word or mention
Their name at all
B-Believing in yourself is the best thing to do, to reach for your dreams,
E-Even if it seems nothing goes your way, don’t give up you will not fail.
A-Accomplishments take time to achieve, as long as your reach for the stars
and believed.
N-Never doubt yourself and give into fears, close your ears for negative
criticism you hear.
I-Involved you in projects that can make your dreams come true although
you think it might not be for you.
N-Negative thoughts will come and go the secret is to keep them under
control.
S-Stay focus on what is your end goal,
P-Peer pressure can play a role, but you have to be strong and bold.
I- Individuality is the key to success, sometimes not all your friends you
would be able to keep.
R-Reach out for a helping hand but be careful not everybody is our friend.
A-Affirm every accomplishment, you want to do, don’t let past failures keep
you blue.
T-To be true to yourself is the best quality, it makes everything a possibility.
I-Introspection sometimes is very good, it gives clearance to what keeps you
in the loop.
O-Observe what is new and working for you and throw the old ones away.
N-Now go grab those aspirations cause you are equipped with all the
inspirations.
In the live network of intricate design,
layer on layer my mind was stratified.
Within the strata of innate awareness aligned,
many divergent motifs got unified.
Many attributes of sole distinction
gained access to the fold of secret psychic recess,
transcended the undefined limits of joy and pain.
That’s my insignia of individuality I projected
from behind the screen of singularity,
for I was me.
A lone prisoner of my own making,
a cocoon confined within introvert isolation,
I saw all the familiar faces recede,
left me stuck in the web of self-adulation.
My mystique mind turned into Nemesis,
made a mirror of mirage for me.
I looked into it reaching the venerated oasis,
it was only me that I always glimpsed.
In the displaced discernment of self-adoration,
I saw a Narcissus in me lurk lonesome,
a secret morphing into soaring obsession
lay buried, insulated in the dark,
as I floated as a forlorn bird,
rising from the debris of dreams.
The sigh of the desolate heart I heard
emanate from the depth of despair.
The music of love within me didn’t die,
drifting in its cadence I scaled the sky.
The time-framed mirror I made of me,
reflected the pernicious perception of anguish,
an emotion engulfed by intuitive foreboding.
The sane sense lost the escape route,
disappeared in the miasma of loneliness.
The marooned mind meandered in dense darkness,
trying to find the instinctive deluded traveler, me,
the person I used to be.
Could you know what I am thinking
Or does your search light fail to find
Can you read the soul I have inside
From looking at my eyes
Though you have felt what I was feeling
I swear, I felt it differently
And everything we are
From top to bottom is unique
Remember that our empathy
Is just a splash amidst the waves
I couldn't fit inside your thoughts
If I was the least of things God made
Remember our psychology
Comes from the human brain
We only draw these pictures of ourselves
On the confines of a page
I believe individuality
Lives outside of time and space
A soul inside a human
And a human in the race
Closed off from reality
Drifting in open space
Where things happen around you,
But you don’t have a role to play
Sensing there must be more
Then just being here
Sensing that you are cheating
Yourself and the world
Of your true potential
To awaken to that knowledge
That taking steps to try
Something new
Might just open up the world
To embracing your individuality
It might just open doors that would have been
Closed to you yesterday
Let no one tell you being different
Is not a potential creator,
Being different is sometimes
All that is required,
The application of it is the challenge…
Heaven ...
I have imagined a wondrous place
a realm of joy and peace and comfort, eternal
where those we've lost
gather us to their care and fellowship
in a purview of empathic resonance and mirth
where light finds every corner
and warmth embraces our hearts and marrow
where pain and struggle and sorrow
are no longer even a memory
but silent seeds for a garden of blessings
and vessels filled with the breadth of life, anew
where we no longer trouble ourselves
with the restrictions of the flesh
or the concerns of individuality and introspection
but exist in a glorious state of oneness with the Universe
and mutual assimilation of spirituality
amidst the glory of God's providence around us.
But ...
it is JUST that ... an imagination
for I can not know what awaits me
on the OTHER side ...
still, in reality, I DO know what Heaven is ...
it is the life I have NOW -
it is to sing and dream and experience nature
it is to love and feel and wonder ...
it is to know the breath of a summer breeze, and the touch of a lover ...
it is to see the sparkle of spirit in a pet's gaze ...
it is to command the voice of an instrument
or weave words into verse ...
it is to ache with the longing for a soulmate ...
it is to touch and taste and become ...
it is to dance with the rain, or tunnel toes in the sand ...
it is to squeeze the hand of a loved one as they let go their suffering ...
it is to feel the burn of bright sun on my cheek
or discover exquisite beauty in the deepest darkness ...
it is to hold a hummingbird on my finger
or watch a winter moon glisten on the snow
it is to know the blessing of a sacrifice
and the weight of a weary brow ...
it is to birth a giggle
or kiss away a tear ...
but mostly, Heaven is truly THIS:
to hold my beloved children in my arms ...
and weep with unimaginable JOY!
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Heaven" Poetry Contest, Regina Riddle, Judge & Sponsor.
The existential bird in the supreme sky
flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song.
The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue
the innate immortality essence,
etched for the uniqueness of being.
The winsome whisper of the extant wind
rustles the lively lotus petals of perpetuity.
In solemn space of sanguine solitude of mind
deranged clamor subsides
in the eroded silent sanctum of entity.
Beneath the worn out layers of individuality,
thousand suns shine perennially in blissful bay.
In the seraphic sky of divine perception,
ageless consciousness dances
with the rays of nirvana.
I am then the immutable hymn of sanctified soul,
echoing through the melodic strata of consciousness.
The devout mantra intoned in the temple of heart,
resonates with the symphony
of the sacred spirit indomitable.
I am the essence of connected oneness,
transcend the self-seeking perimeter of identity.
The cosmic creator of resounding silence of eternity
makes my awakened soul proclaim the divine decree,
I am His absolute definition.
Service workers wearing fake smiles perform for the customer. Catering to their needs; pretending. Insecure bosses put the pressure on making it known that you are replaceable. Treated as a number, employees wear name tags. Told what to wear and that opinions don't matter. Corporate policies drive the machine and the answer lies in the picture book. Great emphasis put on consistency, resulting in robotic behavior that is rewarded. Individuality is highly discouraged. In matching uniforms to represent a company; divided into groups and stereotyped. A job well done is expected without acknowledgement but mistakes are called out from the other side of the window. Two faced co-workers throw you under the bus and get tongue tied when confronted. It's obvious that their own insecurities drive such behavior. The bigger person feels compassion. Walking on egg shells in their presence and justifying his behavior with hard work. Fools buy into the lies and carry it's message with confidence. Creating an image of someone they don't even know. Judge mental mentalities that boost egos at the expense of someone else. Ambivalence is rare in this word of mouth to mouth industry and your secrets aren't safe. Gossip queens give dirty looks and stick up their noses. Little do they know that they actually know so little. Often shocked when they find out the truth. I see through this transparent behavior and I don't get involved. I'm too old for the drama and my time isn't wasted on such issues. These attitudes are contagious and so easily adopted. Breaking the cycle and avoiding it's virus, calls for a man with life experience. Someone who has already been through this and been in the shoes that they wear. It takes an open mind built on a foundation of acceptance. This is an attitude that cannot be taught, closed minds won't listen. Lead by example, an impact can be made. Lowered expectations influence less judgement. People are born into a harsh world and at the end when the waitress presents you with the check; gratuity is not included.
Have you ever been made to feel ???
That you are a ghost, the invisible man, while within a group.
Do you find some stepping on your ideas?, walking on your words?,
ignoring your attempts to contribute to the conversation???
Did it start in childhood, children are to be seen, not heard?
Carried into a school system where individuality was stifled.
Then into adulthood, on the job, a sheep among the flock.
Do as I say, not as I do, you may know more but I am the boss.
Your thoughts, your ideas, your feelings withering on the vine,
bearing not but stagnant, rotting, fruitless words, ideas, feelings.
For some, not interested in hearing, not interested in listening
to what you have to say, to contribute, your words suppressed,
silenced by those egos who pounce upon the subject, your words
leaving their pray dangling upon a rope, noose around your essence, strangling the life out of your words, your ideas, feelings, your soul.
If so, fear not!, their ignorance, their egos, they have to live with.
B. J. “A” 2
May 10th, 2023
Create Your World
Go beyond the boundaries of definition.
Swim in your cerulean seas of individuation!
Stop bowing and cow-towing to the whims of the
masses.
Only you can decide to be you. or swim with the
conforming classes.
I promise you, your individuality will not be liked.
You either follow them, or find yourself on a lonely pike.
Great poets are ignored, searching instead for their
own voice!
To them, to be real, is the only valid choice.
They are not poet clowns in a circus ring.
You will never find them in a mad search for
approval, galloping!
May 6, 2020
2:15pm PST