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Back in my younger days
I wanted to make an impact,
with my skills and tact,
to impress with knowledge and facts,
hoping I could attract
young minds and bring out their untapped
potential.
I thought "I want to be of service",
but when I saw the response, I got nervous,
often confronting interference
ignorance and indifference.
My idealism slowly faded,
replaced by something more jaded.
My desire to impress
often led to stress
to the point where, I guess,
life became a bit of a mess!
As I got older,
I realized that it was I who had to change
and stop trying to rearrange
my world and all within it.
I wanted to stop feeling deflated
and to enjoy life a little less complicated.
It took quite a while to achieve perspective,
but a benefit of aging is the chance
to be reflective and introspective.
In spite of what a few have said
I know that I am filled with good
and can rise above any falsehood.
My life is still a work in progress,
and my goal of self-improvement
is a very enriching process.
Wishing a truer vision of self
expression that breaks the mold of concealment
to face the costs of starkly truthful
to restore confidence chipped, eroded
to drain a bog of self doubt reason
Resolved the splattered mess of sham posing ends
my muffled cry, "Do it now"
Kick start a rush that fills one's veins
voicing faith that needs unearthing
breaking fragments of hibernation
Something happens
we lose our way
tightly wound plans fray
Agitated self hits the pause button
pandemic lethal from variants brutal
Sign around my neck: "Do Not Disturb
Self Improvement on Hiatus"
Poem composed: January 29, 2021 (revised April 12th)
My life is far from perfect,
But it seems a better fit,
Now I try less to perfect,
And don't feel the need to throw a fit.
With only two to goals to perfect,
I am less likely to flit,
Insearch of perfect,
If all my energy is not used to flit.
Self-improvement will not make me perfect,
But it may make me more of a hit,
With those who look to me to perfect,
And don't like to be hit.
Looking to understand is my second goal to perfect,
Even just a little bit,
So my mistakes never land me in a mess that is perfect,
And my goal of self-improvement moves closer, more than just a little bit.
Form:
J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he?
The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness.
Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on
a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner.
Any teenage girl will tell you the kohl pencil is the gateway
makeup tool for self-definition, if not exactly self-improvement.
As an ex-teenage girl, I can picture the hours senator Vance spent,
hunched over his laptop watching make-up tutorials on TikTok or
Instagram, analyzing eyeliner techniques in overwhelming detail.
TikTok clips are today’s replacement for the Teen Vogue magazine
product pages of back-in-the-day. I recall watching these videos,
at 14 and devolving into a fog of envy and inadequacy.
JD began wearing guyliner in 2016, so he probably watched those
at age 33 and by now, he’s certain to have upped his game
by having them permanently, cosmetically tattooed on.
Of course, Trump himself has never been one to shy away from makeup.
His weird, orange, glazed-ham look comes from his preferred spray-on
concealer, ‘Bronx Colors,’ a cruelty-free makeup manufacturer in Switzerland.
If this all sounds too judgy, I’d like to say, “JD, I’ve felt your clearly adolescent girl pain, and I get your desire to represent a softer and more romantic republican political aesthetic.”
And let’s not forget that Kamala’s been known to wear makeup herself.
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Songs for this:
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Falco
Gonna Get Along without you now by She and Him
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Here are before and after JD Vance eyeliner pics - you decide: daweb.us/jdVance.png
If from a shrink,
You shrink,
And would rather spend time betting on the horses,
Than attend any self-improvement courses.
Then it may be time to consider staying in for the night,
To watch at least one full episode OF married at first sight,
To give you better insight
On how to adjust your sight,
To truly see for the first time,
The person you are currently with.
The person who desperately needs you to throw them a lifeline,
Before they disappear for all time.
(as happened with my someone or rather I disappeared)
Someone as fragile as you,
Who would willingly start anew,
If the real you,
Is open for their behavior to review.
In the west any woman
can invite a man to bed,
but do that stuff in Iran
and they’ll huck rocks ’till she’s dead.
In the west any Christian
can get with like folk to pray,
try doing that in China
and they might just lock you away.
In the west any person can
criticize religious figures,
do the same in the Middle East
and they kill you with great vigor.
In the west we own up to
mistake made against Indians,
to this day Turkey denies what
it did to the Armenians.
In the west our women take part
in public like and politics,
in Saudi lands the women are
shrouded up in tent fabric!
In the west we’re open to
music of every kind,
in the Muslim world music is
often evil in God’s eyes.
In the west if a man steals
he’s gotta do time in the slam,
in Arabia they would rather
publically chop of your hands??!!
In the west we long ago
fought to free those who were enslaved,
but in Libya and Sudan
you can still buy them to this day.
In the west our poor people
often suffer from being fat,
how many North Korean poor
wish they could ‘suffer’ like that?
In the west we always expect
rule-of-law to serve us well,
in Mexico half the police
are working for the drug cartels.
In the west natural rights
are recognized the greatest good,
superseding even culture,
as your freedoms always should.
But in so much of this planet
naught but tyranny persists,
with cultures that deny the fact
that your rights even exist.
Professors say we’re all the same,
aren’t they supposed to be smart?
Results alone speak for themselves,
tear their rantings all apart.
Look at the ideas that have doomed
the once rich Venezuela,
ask how many people are now
desperately swimming to Cuba?
They all come here seeking success,
of that there is little doubt,
our ideas are so appealing
we build fences to keep them out!
Despite our past imperfections,
the cold hard fast can’t be missed.
when it comes to self-improvement,
the west’s running away with it.
Our history and our results
so very clearly can attest,
the cultures, they are not the same,
and the west really is the best.
Earth feels undone.
Not only incomplete,
but now unraveling,
Undead
but not resurrecting,
not fully alive,
not healthy enough
to listen for sacred survive
whispers, ReWind
ReGenerate
ReConnect
What Gaia has joined
ego-centers within ecosystems
must not secularize
disconnect natural analogical likenesses
inviting spiritual
metaphoric
profound illuminations
Of
and for
complex empowerment,
full living regenesis truths
beyond unsustainable
undead
anthropocentric
left-brain dominant
human ego-isolating
supremacist economic
politicized ways
As if we are each a struggling
undead YangGod
unraveling toward our individualized mortality,
unable to ever become done
With self-creation
self-imagery
self-empowerment
self-enlightenment
self-stimulation
self-resurrection
self-climax
self-instruction
self-improvement
self-development
self-health
self-wealth
self-worship...
From where
and when
originates this undead
undone SelfQuest?
And to where
and when returns
YangGod's yintegral spiraling
multilaterally reforming
DNA seasonal structural systemic shadow
soul of organic light
energy
regenesis powers
of wealthiest communing?
Global and yet local,
external wealthiest EarthClimates
and multiculturing internal health undone
undead
polyculturing promise
of and for regenesis.
worship false idols
crave self improvement
run for miles on a stationary wheel
no movement
cant make an impact in this world?
rendered useless
slaves to our egos while
others points of view switch
healthy is living spared for the elite
lower class being washed out
that's why junk food is cheap
kill me with a smile on your face
I'm expected to work for your benefits?
inject those steroids so you feel powerful
please your weaker than the rest of em
form a line do as we say don't question it.
the juice box read concentrate but i just
can't seem to beaches full of toxic waste
and most of what we eat too.
no point to this life living on the edge of a knife
but i guess its better than to die
obsessed with death rotting flesh
and wondering the reasons why?
Mister Right and Miss Right met at church the other day.
However, they didn’t recognize each other.
And, too sadly, they didn’t know what to say.
They awkwardly looked shyly at each other,
Then they went each their own lonely way.
Fantasizing endlessly about Mister Right,
Miss Right pined “What could he ever see in me?”
Also dejectedly sulking about Miss Right,
Mr. Right mused “How could she love someone like me?”
Both thought there’d probably never be a Mister and Missus Right.
Individually, they both came to the same conclusion:
They both needed some drastic self-improvement.
Mister Right studied management skills for a better vocation.
At the same school, Miss Right learned to cook and gained cultural refinement.
As their paths crossed, they’d get into better conversations.
The moral is that it’s more important to be Miss or Mister Right than to just find Mister or Miss right.
Happily, Mister Right eventually lived up to his name
And felt himself worthy of charming Miss Right.
And happily, Miss Right also did and felt just the same,
And she walked down the aisle to become Missus Right.
At first glance of this writing opportunity, I thought about COVID-19 related matters. I thought about the pain and suffering that have been inflicted by COVID-19. I'm aware of how many lives have been altered; but they are bouncing back. However, I decided that at least for now, I do not wish to write about COVID-19.
So in stead, I began to muse upon subject matters surrounding my country.
It seems such a fitting description of what we are presently experiencing.
For example, for generations, most people in the world have liked America.
Even with the many changes, there's no end to the flood of people wanting "in".
What is more disturbing to me is the way "we' are beginning to feel about ourselves. There is nothing wrong with "inward looks and observations" for self improvement. I hope I'm wrong, but I sense that we are loathing who we are and desiring a "new us". We are wandering in a huge wilderness of redefinitions with too many mirrors; too few windows.
In such a 'mirrored wilderness', one tends to look inward, finding more dislikes or even self-hatred. Of course, the nature of Americanism suggests that we are one of a kind, a work in progress. But it appears this Juncture of Change is 'over the top' and if not careful, we could self-destruct. Wandering, yes;
dark and devious challenges, yes; but presently, I think not that we are lost sheep. We are not yet lost because there is a 'God Presence' still at work and a foundation yet in tact.
Some years ago, I came upon a baby sparrow in a parking lot. I picked him up, rescuing him out of harm's way. Not knowing what else to do, I lifted and released him to the sky, and the little birdy flew away. Whether America or your own country, you and I are among the ones to do the rescuing. May
we keep praying and believing for our great country. As I see it, the eagle is still flying.
120921PSCtest, Pick A Title, Vol. 27, Edward Ibeh Title Choice, Wandering, Not Lost.