Long Selfish Poems
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The time I've wasted has gone to waste
Wasting my time wanting your attention, why does our friendship have to be so complicated? Why do I have to watch you throw me away like a toy?
These feelings are consuming me alive while you just take everything from my soul away but your smell is consuming me alive, wanting me to be manipulated and wanting to make me think about eating you alive
Torturing me for months like I'm just a useless vampire, you knew I loved you but you trapped and hid me away. You are so ing stupid of my intentions
The attention you gave me just caused my hunger, eating you alive made me feel so guilty, so selfish of me but you did this to me.
I loved you and you manipulated me but you couldn't have known you did and now your flesh will live inside me, until I die next to you.
My poems are words with soul - Silent One.
As a monotone morning sketches
charcoal trees under
smoke filled foggy skies,
rain casually falls,
sliding down slate roofs,
causing havoc for traffic
on bustling roads.
Red lights seem to shimmer,
shining through shades of grey,
as the sound of raindrops drip
against my BMW's black bonnet,
my mind drifts nonchalantly,
discarding beeping horns and FM beats.
I ponder
is it an act or is it an art
this thing they label as life,
living with a formula formed and forged
from a mix of experiences and emotions.
I begin to question myself.
(why do we do that?)
I seem to have adopted a sense of vulnerability,
fusing feelings of fragility,
since my hair infused into silver (yes I chose silver over grey) -
something my father warned against.
But I'm not as tough as him,
although he wasn't half the man I am...
Yet what I have seen and heard,
has ultimately made me who I am today
and in all the suffering I have
always searched for the light -
Rumi was right.
Maybe I'm too open minded,
too fair in this field of selfish spirits.
Maybe I'm not loyal enough to my beliefs,
which contradict my moral compass
and philosophical projections,
but I've never claimed to be saint.
My soul is telling me to shut up..
I've always wondered if I'll ever be understood..
At least I understand me - but is that any consolation?
It's not as simple as wisdom accumulating.
Sensitivity of a smile can never be underestimated.
You have to peer beyond the verbal,
non verbal - comprehend the action.
Sometimes I feel unloved,
many times invisible,
yet I seem to come alive in loneliness.
Would I be a plaintiff or defendant
in a court of your judgment?
I will always represent myself.
Words with speech have never been true confessions,
as my thoughts are too deep,
sometimes too unreliable,
that's why I never pen them down -
it scares my soul (who tells me again to shut up).
I wonder if I make sense. Soul calls it nonsense.
Green flashing circle says I can go.
An abrupt end to contemplation.
Sadly grey tones and
tints of tiredness remain.
Simple Musing
8 December 2023
You think you have me down pat
So, I’m going to move when you say this or that
Go scrub the rust from the pipes in your head
Can’t you remember I escaped your bed
Your heart engorged with congealed blood
Can only be cleared by a massive flood
Don’t think I’ll go throw a pity party
A stand I should take since you were forty
I’ve long stop feeding babes with spoon
This time, I need, myself to groom
Crystal clear, stream of water
This to myself I’ll joyfully gather
Nurturing hope, change and love
Redeeming the grace, from God above
So, with my new self, let me bond
Need no disquiet here to stand
So go! Go with your selfish greed
No longer with your ache I’ll seed
So, with my new self let me bond
Need no disquiet here to stand
She came and
Kissed me today
But still
My gaze
Was locked
She reaffirmed
My being
Human
Here
It gave me courage
Strength
Purpose
Where there seemed
None of
Being
Human
Here
I am a rich man
As I have more
Than all
But it doesn’t
Make me feel happy
Just a bit sad of
Being
Human
Here
I wish I could show
The love
That’s all around
Human
Beings
Here
But they seem to busy
With consuming
Everything that is near
These
Human
Beings
Here
They get so much
Enjoyment, entertainment
From suffering
From hatred
From war, violence and division
That’s why it continues
For the
Human
Beings
Here
They love themselves
More than others
Which will never change
As that’s what it is
To be
Human
Being
Here
Forever childish
Immature, selfish
Forever perpetual war
With themselves and neighbours
While raping nature and
Proclaiming a higher mentor
Those liars
Human
Beings
Here
Tis time of hope
But really is there
Action is
But the couch has
A greater hold of
Human
Beings
Here
She came and
Kissed me today
While it brought
Me back to pure
Away from smothering
Corruption
It just reminds me
Of how rich I am
Richer than any
Human
Beings
Here
Leaving everything behind is
a sorry walk-away from tears...
refusing to come to grips and make up;
yesterday we drank from the same cup,
sharing the thrills of the days beyond...
making us leap in a free world!
A sorry walk-away never heals a wound of pain;
if that heart gives up on love...what would it gain?
In that piano bar, a table will be empty,
friends will wonder what has happened to us;
they saw us glowing in the candlelight
and knew we were madly in love with the night,
a night we chose to share many delights...
didn't our kisses draw us closer to fantasy?
A sorry walk-away never heals the wound of pain;
if that hearts gives up on love...what would it gain?
It's too selfish to leave all behind
as if we never breathed and existed;
should I burn every picture that told a story?
I can destroy any of them, even if I wanted!
The trail you leave in your goodbye is the misery
of all the rainy days to come, I will look for sunshine
through the streets of memory and happy sound!
A sorry walk-away never heals the wound of pain;
if that heart gives up on love...what would it gain?
One look of pity can and will change your feelings of anger
towards me, forgiving who wounded you with many hurtful words;
memories forever remain, no strongest wind can ever scatter
their ashes thrown into the roaring sea! We must discover other shores!
It's selfish to leave all behind, making believe nothing ever happened;
I'll prove myself to you: it's my last chance to make you proud!
A sorry walk-away never heals the wound of pain;
if that heart gives up on love...what would it gain?
Entered in Silent One contest,
" Walking Away "
Written on 12/ 15/ 2015
Would you call me selfish if I love nay
Would you see me as one being heartless
Would you look down on me with disdain, pray
Calling me names, thinking me so faithless
Why, would you even care to stop and think
Look at me and tell me what you do see
A poet with a view so dark and bleak
A poet writing always of misery
Why, would you even care to wonder why
I was once in love, I ended up broken
Now I do carry my stone heart so high
And write of love, which had me so broken
Love does be the reason why we do be
Love does be why I shall remain empty!
29 Oct 2015
I’m do done, I have to be selfish
I can’t even remember the last real kiss
This is so sad, only been together a short time
I give his lying ass props for his pick up line
I am way to nieve when it comes to love
I’m ending this and handing to the Lord above
It’s just not fair, getting ignored so much
I always wonder to whom hes giving his touch
Cause it sure as hell ain’t me...
Plenty of real men will see what can’t see
I am beautiful inside and out
Kind, caring and loving without a doubt
So if he don’t wanna see it and doesn’t care
Then peace the hell out there will be someone who will WANT to be there
He is all that matters in this “whatever you wanna call it”
I cant even talk to him without him throwing a fit
Cause its usually about him being a liar or quilty
Im walking away, no turning back..one day he will miss me!
It is hard for me to just write a normal poem
when i have to deal with the
meaning of human beings who stink
who are selfish in every step of the way.
This earth was given to us by mistake
we did not deserve it because we are a waste
there is no good human being
there is only human waste floating
like on top of the water
someone needs to clean all this waste up
including myself including my brother
he is the real human piece of human ass gas
a real piece of fart including my uncle.
Why was i brought here from war to
an even bigger mistake this place
does not deserve me and i don't like it anyways!
Many would disagree but it don't matter
because it is true, this jungle of farts
and rotten lies and stabs who cares
to even get to know us who are we
why all the gods and homeless at the same time?
Because we have become rude to our own
brothers and sisters our families, our mothers
our fathers, where is all the respect
like i said, my father was a great man
but his mistakes have ruined me
from war to an even bigger gore
and horror, this giant toilet of life
i still don't understand why
i was brought here this isn't
the bathroom i want to use!
I want to live until Jesus comes down
I want to live until he parts the skies
by and by
My selfish prayer is
I want to live until Jesus parts the skies
I don't want to die by my bad choices
No longer shall I listen to those voices
A true relationship with God
starts first believe in of his righteousness of course
And on and on and over and over again
I remain I stand and shall things are possible in Him
Don't wanna die by gun fire
Don't wanna die by car
O' I don't wanna be remembered as a stistic
That would be horrific
Don't wanna die of cancer
These things I rebuke I'll not answer, O Lord
I want to live until Jesus comes down
I want to live until He parts the skies
by and by
My selfish prayer is
I want to live until Jesus parts the skies
Don't want to die by wrong choices
No longer shall I listen to those voices
A true relationship with God starts first
Believing on His righteousness if course
Don't wanna die by murder
Andi rebuke suicide to smart for that
Refuse to allow Covid 19 to take my last breath
And the matter of fact is wanna see my God, my Lord Jesus
Here on this Earth first
For alive I wanna see Christ part the skies
While the world's in raging fires
Oceans and seas elevate over land masses
Meteors fallings from the skies
People dying in front of my eyes
Cold and warm blooding down the streets
No need to call the police
Wars everywhere
No where to hide
Satan's demon's running rapid
Nation's leader telling you accept the Mark of the Beast
No thank you don't want that receipt
I'll eat dandelions and sparrows first
Before submit
I am only good and strong in God
Now I stand strong
All I want now I pray for to be alive
When Jesus parts the skies
10/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
English is not a language
one can ever get ahead of--
there are just too many words!
Like 'ludic; for example: meaning
playful, in the sense of spontaneous,
without real purpose....Soooooo,
how come I never came across
Little Ludic in over sixty years
of reading hundreds of books
in my beloved mother tongue,
the language I love,
the language I married.
Even spellcheck never saw it,
or else why underline little Ludic
in red, like a criminal of some sort
who needs a good sorting out,
a spell in word prison perhaps?
If one but takes the time to look,
one can find sweet Ludic laying low,
hiding quietly in the BIG FAT ONE,
the Oxford Dictionary!
Lord and Regent of all word books.
Ludic lives there with his cousins:
Ludibrious and that stuffed shirt,
Ludibry, and the handsome,
macho Ludrico ( who is no doubt
from the Italian side of the family)
and of course, the far more famous
Ludicrous, a celebrity who seems to
want all the spotlight for himself.
Words can be so very selfish too....