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Stop the bleeding
Stop self-defeating
Stop demeaning
The real meaning
Stop the outage
Get out the mind cage
Stop the stressin'
That leave you guessin'
Stop the relapse
You'll break your kneecaps
Stop the anger
That leave you in danger
Stop the rumbling
Stop all the grumbling
Stop the lies
And start to realize
Stop the inner you
That evil inner you
Stop blamin' everyone else
For the pain you inflict on everyone else
Stop the bottles
That leave your life in a pothole
Stop the negativity
Like you live in captivity
Stop all the self-hate
Before it's too late
This is a PSA from your mind
We can't leave you behind
This is a love letter from your soul
We need you to be whole
This is everything you need to hear
We need this to be very clear
Stop it
We need you to stop it
Helpless Winners At The Fair
Clone Wolf
Tantrum Rages
Leader Of The Pack…
Careless Sycophants
Elephantile Contagions
Self-Defeating Victims.
The Old Irony Escapes
Bare-Knuckles
Modeled, Paling…
Grabbing Artificial
Pleasure From
Manipulation's
Freshest Kill.
Your Cheeks Are
Tender Bloody Sweet
All You Cuddle-
Yummy Treats!
Your Tribe Awaits
With A Better Hat And
Sweater - Be-Damned…
Re-Damned. AGAIN!
Idolizers.
What You ‘Really Needed’
Cost Us All Our
Arms And Legs.
Too Bad That
Couldn’t Save Our
Extremely Enormous:
Vapid
Heart And
Head, Instead…
Skull-Candy Now
In Sugar-Cotton.
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2025
The first time you tried to walk you fell,
look at you now staying up right so well,
often the first attempt at the unknown
is simply "chance" with luck thrown,
tough times challenge and cause stress
the first time writing you made a mess
you can achieve the task most sizeable
as you did learning to ride a bicycle
when you were little you learnt your name
treat all knowledge in life just the same
when attempting that what is unfamiliar
and unknowing of anything similar
the attempt is just you getting to know it
once known of show skill to merit
the feared steps of walking in the dark will
see the sunrise and light sparkle
allowing you awareness, knowledge, vision,
remember ability fairs well in repetition
and be assured natural talent fails with attitude
you must focus your mind in order to improve,
the lesson of life is never give up, never give in,
believe in yourself as long as you're breathing
keep going when the soul starts bleeding
surrender is an act of self defeating
at the start you dread days won't be easy
so see the big picture when today isn't easy
testing times are for you too overcome
which will happen if you don't turn and run
belief in yourself is your most powerful gift
if mankind didn't have it we wouldn't exist
I woke, and in a voice unlike my own, I spoke,
"Am I having nothing more than a dream,
and my heart deceived by a reverie in a cloak?”
I beg, tell me things are not what they now seem
and that these last hours spent held in rapt passion...
were they an illusion and not what I deemed real?
Were I to see my face in a mirror, would it be ashen?
I'm not at all certain about the emotions I feel.
If I have dreams within dreams, how fragile and fleeting.
And if I should wake to the reality of being all alone,
then the purpose of having them is entirely self-defeating.
I shall punch my pillow as a foe, sigh, weep and moan
without returning to my reverie, refusing to slumber on.
I'll never wish to be a spying voyeur in my own dream,
a mere object of affection, on the chessboard, a pawn.
No, the thought of that fantasy is a nightmarish scheme.
What was I thinking before I closed my eyes and slept?
If it causes dreams like these, then wake me in my bed,
if from rival night visions that found cause to intercept.
But if perchance they're rhapsodies, leave me, instead.
It's not within the realm of an impossibility, I suspect,
but it would be a less than perfect aspiration I would seek.
To live in a dream inside a dream, I'd have want to reject.
For the dreamworld of others, I dare not judge nor speak.
If I cannot dream peacefully of where I wish to be
then give me constant sunlight so my eyes never close.
And please nudge me if I doze. Pull the blanket from me
so never shall I dream again, nor smell the scent of a rose.
Worthless would be my dream state without aspirations
of finding a fairytale love, in a dreamscape for my pleasure.
One in which I feel love's tender emotions and sensations,
each enjoyed for its own affectionate merit and measure.
The clouds of turmoil spread on the dank sky
cast shadows congealed in the closet of life…
dark inside for it encases the moonless winter night.
I know it’d try and try till the last star fades away
to daub opaque layers of self-defeating beliefs…
love is a volatile mirage the desertified mind follows
in vain… a folly, lesson one doesn’t learn till the heart breaks…
the silver lining of storm clouds is happenstance of illusion
for nothing shines in the dreamless night.
In the wasteland while I gather the pieces of my heart
a sparkling sapling spreads jade arms from the rocky cleft…
perchance it’s uprooted…gets dried in the arid gale of neglect
I make for it a protective niche I never knew I could…
that’s when I hear what the southern wind whispers…
you’d come wafting through the spring air…the zephyr of love.
The sapling I nursed has grown…flowers now in beguiled beauty
tinged with the colors of the sunburst dawn…life’s new day…
that’s when I see a butterfly… it flutters over the flowers,
its designed wings draped with the tapestry of love
gleaming under my cloudless cerulean seamless sky.
Written : February 7, 2019
June 6, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select 6
Sponsor : Brian Strand
wash up and lock our doors
overnight we’re told to stay indoors
while mankind is under attack
it’s the best we can do to win a war
against our invisible common enemy
time caught in a meaningless loop
like everyone I hold my breath and introspect
I look to past memories with gratitude
realizing we can’t take life for granted
I try to be my own best friend
within these walls of isolation
never was it clearer how both
joy and freedom reside within
appreciating time alone
unlearning accumulated
false deadlines and necessities
pretend friends and priorities
life being random
all you can do is bring out
the best of yourself
and spin the wheel
it’s luck of the draw but
attitude remains a choice
no matter what stay positive
complaining is self-defeating
make the best out of every situation
lest we suffer the fate of fallen dinosaurs
AP: 1st place 2020
Submitted on July 24, 2020 for contest ISOLATION PHILOSOPHY sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 3RD
The God of all creation loves you most.
Family, friends and neighbors love you too.
You are His masterpiece, and Heaven's boast.
Our self-defeating lies are so morose!
The crux is nothing matters more than truth!
The God of all creation loves you most.
Hold fast to God and ask the Holy Ghost
For revelation yielding precious fruit.
You are His masterpiece, and Heaven's boast.
Let the highest power: love, draw you close.
Find victory and joys you’ve lost since youth
The God of all creation loves you most.
Sing again, ask God to grant a great dose
Of outpouring to revive and to sooth.
You are His masterpiece, and Heaven's boast.
Rest in assurance of faith in our host
Find strength, hope and love in His prayer booth.
The God of all creation loves you most.
You are His masterpiece, and heaven's boast
Mental and physical health
require,
and contribute to,
Integrity.
Integrity has two faces,
internal and external,
climates dominant and subordinate,
cultures poly-inclusive and mono-segregated,
bilateral frames of reference
dipolar
co-arising
appositional.
Internal integrity
anticipates left with right hemisphere confluence
and is anxious when diverse left v right experiences
unfold cognitive/affective dissonance,
diminished think/feel resonance,
fear and anger
about absence of deep and wide health,
resilient experience,
memory,
active hope.
External integrity
is measured in thoughts with feelings of compassion
for Other--
people
plants
planet
habitat
community
communion
sanctuary
asylum
forests
deserts
meadows
family
friends
animals
insects
worms...
All others
passionately
magnificently not autonomous Me
or diminished by not being controlled by my Ego
and all thoughts and feelings in-between
diverse polypathic co-passion.
Compassion co-empowers with Others,
which is not powering offensively OVER AGAINST others,
and is not defensively avoiding
disempowering total loss
UNDER self-defeating narcissistic Others
unknown
unappreciated
and unknowing rich historical passion with Others
Re-membered here and now,
now here
and here now
as this positive compassionate energy
flows integrity known by mutually compassioned Other
knowing passion for and with natural-spiritual Others,
including me.
Synergy
is the end,
the Being state of yin-flowing Integrity,
always becoming healthier balance,
more harmonic,
longer and longer win/win resilient
compassion
longing for Earth's polypathic synergy
belonging within cooperative well-being
developing
maintaining
evolving systemic paradigms
toward further polyphonic Integrity.
I wrote these five rules which grew out of some uncomfortable ‘life experiences’. Because of these rules, I am not a victim.
Rule 1. I will not bow to the mindset that feeds me the idea that I am a victim. My perception must be that of a victor, not a victim. The God in me
Disallows defeatism and victimization.
Rule 2. Although I realize that I cannot go through life unscratched, unhurt, and free of disappointments, I will not allow myself to develop a self defeating ‘me complex’.
Rule 3. If I discover that I am in someone's ‘line of fire’, I will simply distance myself. I will not develop a paranoia that tells me that I am constantly the subject of someone’s target.
Rule 4. The ‘poor me, they did it to me again’ attitude will not get me anywhere. This type of attitude will not achieve anything except a basket case on the strap heaps of defeat.
Rule 5. If I take the proper Biblical steps and keep Christ at the center of my life, it follows that I will not have a ‘victim mentality’.
(Originally, entitled The Victim Rules, written in1993) 09142016PS Contest, Victim Or Victor, Nayda Negron
So, you wish to continue your pissing contest with me.
Very well, send more foul comments my way. Please feel free.
You're only exposing to all your dirty laundry,
revealing as well your obvious insecurity.
You know in your heart that you wish you were me,
but more to the point, you wish you were WITH me.
You're a miserable woman living a miserable life.
Are you married? If so, who did you pay to take you as a wife?
Are you a widow? If so, you probably drove your poor husband into an early grave
due largely because of the way you behave.
Are you a child who hasn't yet fully matured?
Well then grow up, or the rest of your life will be miserable for sure.
I love you Sylvia, you're great inspiration for me
and you never fail to leave me laughing hysterically.
If only you could stop living your life so maliciously,
you may wake up one day and discover that you're truly happy,
until then, continue living your life so miserably,
but please also continue to send your foul comments to me.
I'll never block you. That would be self defeating for me,
because you are so much more entertaining than anything I've seen on TV.
I enjoy a good pissing contest but it's so obvious to me
that you're an amatuer. Give it up. You'll never beat me.
Dedicated to
One Sad Miserable Fool.
...and the war did continue
between me and Sylvia, aka MS Drew.
To MS Drew
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