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It is common of me
to burn my loved ones,
with the flames of my
own emotional resistance,
For to succumb, would eradicate
the persona of my creation,
Thus, eliminating the very core
of my introverted individualism,
As each is devoted to guiding
me toward a greater destiny,
Opening the doors of their essence,
asking "Where to little boy?"
My answer is " To the beloved
serenity that lies only between
a writer and the words that become
powerful statements he cannot say"
As old wounds become reopened
by the painful blade of silence,
I commend them on comprehending
the truth of the delicate situation,
For not one unreturned embrace
is meant to be a personal insult,
Instead, each is a self-sheltered boy
whose compassion hides within ink,
Therefore, I plead for the strength
to love them, by learning to love me,
For my affection of self, is stalled,
by a lack of knowledge of who I am,
Causing confusion in every thought
which weighs on my being,
Imprisoned in the bitter sweetness
of being loved, and being lost,
With convoluted thoughts within me,
I shall write tonight in a place of tranquility,
In hopes of clearing a mind broken asunder,
by the paralyzing silence of an arduous lifestyle
Which I will equate with the last walk home
after the harrowing survival of an odyssey,
And slowly stumble my way back to humanity
With the intent on finding, the boy they knew,
the man I once longed to become,
and the lost person, slowly slipping away,
into the strange depths, of complete isolation
Who is noble to pay respect which springs from within?
Respect cannot be hidden.
Who is grateful to have the past gratitude?
Respect is the best human sentiment which has no other substitute.
Who is charitable today?
How many does to you a kind word say?
Charity means an act of generosity
Charity is an act of liberality.
Charity underlines kindness,
Also hospitality and frankness.
Charity transforms man into a human being
It is just a noble and humble understanding
How many are to the poor and needy merciful?
How many are to the unfortunate, down- trodden and helpless pitiful?
Who does love one another selflessly?
Without having any selfish motives and without greed
Who does have affection for one?
Only bitter hatred but love for none.
Is anyone as humble as a sea rock?
Pride has made them to others sneer and mock.
Is anyone as Gandhiji honest?
But left to burn in the lava of anger, jealousy
Greed, selfishness and turn them ugliest.
Is there anyone who is backbiting?
Who is to all the wishes and desires of the
unfortunates and orphans fulfilling?
Is there anyone left who is spotless?
Unmoved by the pain, sorrow, grief, agony and is immensely joyous?
Science and money have crippled and deadened man's sensibilities
He has erased himself from humanity and responsibilities.
I have had so many things on my mind
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Sunday, April 11, 2010
I have had so many things on my mind
And I honestly don’t know where to begin
But I can say that I am really tired of being alone
And I truly hope that I can find someone with
the same kind of feelings that I have been having
That wants the same things that I have been wanting
Who really needs someone to love them in return
Because life is way to precious to be spending it alone
And we all deserve to have that one very special person
That can honestly be our lover and our very best friend
That can be kind and loving and truly enjoyable to be around
Yet back when I was far younger then
I am now these thoughts never crossed my mind
Because I never knew what it was like being completely alone
like I have been for all this time
And If anything I have learned some very important lessons
And when I do find that very special person that can love me in return
Just as much as I can love them with all that I am
I will praise them when praise is needed
And I will cherish every single moment that I can with them
At 5 a.m. he's on the job
I kiss him goodbye with a smile and a hug
Our marriage is heaven, he loves me so much
He gives "unconditional" new meaning for us
I maxed out the charge cards and put us in debt
He reminds me I'm perfect without getting upset
You can do no wrong, he says with a smile
My love is lifelong; we'll live it in style
No matter what happens, you're my number one
I'll love you forever, my darling, my hun
He makes enough money for a comfortable life
Yet, there's never enough because I'm his wife
I gave up the drinking intending to change
But truth all be told, it was just an exchange
The shopping addiction was waiting for me
To have and to use at Walmart til 3 (a.m.)
I hid all the bags in the trunk of my car
The guilt and the shame, what I'm feeling so far
Somehow disappeared without leaving a trace
Of remorse or repentance, I'm such a disgrace
His trust is misplaced, love taken for granted
I have to become his shiksa enchanted.
Last week all the charge cards were paid off with credit
I put them away and switched over to debit.
I cannot allow myself to love you
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Monday, March 8, 2010
I cannot allow myself to love you
In a physical way
Because it wouldn't be fair to you
And that's the last thing that I would want to do
Because I wouldn't want to mislead
you to think
that it could be any other way
But I can love you unconditionally
In a spiritual way
If that's alright with you
Because I am still on a long road
to recovery
Some people may say that
they can heal in a day
But it is very different with me
And it might take me forever and a day
Before I can get back
to being the
person that I used to be
Especially when I loved someone so deeply
I cannot allow myself to love you
In a physical way
Because it wouldn't be fair to you
And that's the last thing that I would want to do
Because I wouldn't want to mislead
you to think
that it could be any other way
But I can love you unconditionally
In a spiritual way
If that's alright with you
Because I am still on a long road
to recovery
I may be thought of as unwanted leftovers perhaps;
Maybe that’s because I leave a bad taste in their mouths?
It’s said I’m never on time, never in line; and continually blind somehow;
And how can anyone love me if according to Hoyle I’m so undependable?
But my pets, they insist that I give them my love;
I’m a very nice guy; what’s not to love and I love with such intensity.
Of course not everyone can accept love like they do.
People have expectations and rightly so I guess.
I’m still loved though and I’m loyal and look out for those who love me;
But yet those who were once the closest categorize me as;
Insignificant residue from the past that they wish would go away.
It was once even considered ideally prudent; if I had of perished long ago.
Perhaps it’s a circle needing to be broken; so leaving little else to say;
I suppose at this point I should inject a social indemnity;
That hopes their lives continue to prosperous if it so suits them.
And me; I’ll do like I always do and make believe it doesn’t matter.
Life today is much like a two way street
So I try to help out all the people I meet
Things that have gone away may just come back today
You never can know what might be coming your way.
As you travel down the road obstacles come the other way
What you say and do come back as the fabric begins to fray
You need to believe and perhaps just pray
It comes back full circle traveling the other way.
Before you navigate you need to consider the source
The intentions you send seem to set the course.
The love that you give shall come back to you
You must use discretion in what you say and do.
What you put out there shall find its way back
Also what comes back is based on how you react.
Things come and go like the flow of the tides
When you give it some thought it’s a pretty smooth ride.
I guess for every action there is something in return
When cherish what you have you receive what you yearn
What goes down one way may soon make it back
I love what I have yet yearn what I lack.
Form:
today i think i'll write about the poor
not the ones lacking things they can't afford
but the poor in spirit who think they need more
so they can buy love of people they adore
money is'nt everything
you can't put feelings in every diamond ring
fancy party's and huge ball's
rarely show the meaning of it all
we all know that these are gifts
but what are they
when spirits they do not lift
a conceided attempt and act of fraud
a bribe for emotions to act the part
eventually the truth speaks to the heart
painfully the truth tears them apart
worth more dead than when alive
at the tender age of eighty nine
a hardened heart to keep from crying
an unsaved soul to keep from dying
the illusion of riches continuously lying
of the healing gifts they keep on applying
powerless they are to stop deneighing
for the love that they need
they just keep on trying
if only they knew where their real gifts are
their not in their pockets
but deep in their hearts
The things I've done are not exceptional:
If anything - my work is average,
But in quantity, my works excel.
I've never spent the time to perfect a single skill:
If anything - I worsen as I practice,
But in quality, I have nothing but potential.
So words on a page are my preferred form of art,
Or the music you play as you drive in you car.
And the things that you love are the things that I love.
The things that I love are numerous like stars.
My opinions are subject to be spoken to all,
If anything - I'd let you know them well,
But in objectivity, I can not tell.
For me, practicality is a something intentional
If anything - It drives my every action,
But in sensitivity, miserably do I fail.
So accept me, or do not, for the things that I am,
Or shun me like unappreciated men,
And ignore what I say or say what you say.
The things that I say will be heard in the end.
A lmost always late (unless it’s for a movie);
N ight owl though I am, I love the sun.
D imples when I smile; to dance or drive a ragtop are two things I find groovy.
R ational and “real,” I tell it like it is to everyone.
E xuberant at carnivals or joking with someone;
A ware of all my flaws, and one of them is having too much fun!
D iligent and dedicated - words that well describe me.
I n things I love to do, I give my all.
E nglish is my forte. I’ve taught since 1983.
T hankfulness I feel, though now at 56, my bones could use an overhaul!
R egret I rarely feel. Most things I do - I know I’d do again.
I ntolerance, injustice and ignorance I hate to see.
C onscientious since a child I’ve always been.
H appy, kind, forgiving, and easy-going. Now you know more about me.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for kristen bruni's contest:
"Love Me Why?"