Long Selfness Poems
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A song, need to sing
Memories passion recalls a voyage of enchantment that now, drifts upon silent wing.
Memories, songs written, serene melodies from a mysterious voice that once did sing
sweetly to this old soul, music brought to life by this Exotic, Oriental Beauty, Xiao Ling,
transformed, brought back to life what had been lost, to most men of age for many a year.
Throughout times passing the mist that clouds, mysteries that shrouds brings with it a tear
and with it, crystal clear knowledge, a knowledge that what once was no longer is and fear.
A fear ???, or a realization that life, for this aged, old soul has come down to aloneness.
A life time of being the lone wolf, has brought this old soul face to face with emptiness.
An emptiness that permeates the hours, the days as he reaches back to a time of happiness
Happiness that only comes on the wings of those who have and are showing thoughtfulness
by inclusion into their Societies, giving purposes for this loner to know more than selfness
as a way to fill in the gaps between family events and the long walk toward contentedness
that seems to lead back to the music that this Exotic, Oriental Beauty, Xiao Ling, gave to me
as undulating waves rolling across the stilled body of an Oriental lake, stones, you see
thrown, come from this old soul, causing this body perfect to create ripples across the sea
that once laid before these pleasuring, desiring, chocolate eyes to experience, to explore
to feel the energy flow from French kissing those sweet lips, hold shapely hips once more,
Memories passion still recall all of what once was and no longer is, unable to close the door.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 3rd, 2026,
trial and error
we live in a world of imperfections
were we are always on trials
we believe to be smart
we claim to be perfect
through our creativity
we run a world of blindness
through our ignorance
we bleed more like Christ
and we keep feeding fake hopes
in our own deformities
trial and error
we living in a hard time
a critical time
like a time of nemesis
were we are confronted
with our reflection
combined with shadows of fear
originated by our ignorance
in the mess we created
called the system
trial and error
we living in a trapped
mad men world
we living in a time
of greedy rules
we living in a time
so dear but brutal
we keep trying
trying to make the
world grow on a
selfish mindset
were love is only
but a question
of selfness
the world don't gave
no humanity anymore
trial and error
our civilizations is not
in balance
our religion can't keep
peace among us anymore
our humanity is on
a zero point
our care can't reach out
to the needy any more
our prayers are selfish
our desires are routed
on greed
our egos flitters
isolation
yet we keep trying
like always
but at last
we fall on error's
despite our perfect rules
You may notice someone in power
Wealthy in either financial fortune
Or social freedom, or popularity
That makes you feel inferior to keen
Thereafter, you wonder the reason
Underlying all the distinction between
You and them, and effort for alteration
But for whatever reason, you fail to gain
Thereafter, you turn to loose hands
And show obedience by pretending
No jealous of others luck and setting in
And forcing yourself hypocritically
Obey and flirt them by forbidding your mind
Of being dignitaries and persistence in truths
To be in cavity alike pets and tools
Without selfness and auto dominance
The doings you act are biologically right
Aside from being morally wrong
As evolution says , the doctrines are urged:
The finner you adopted to the environment
The greater chance you win the competition
But where are the moralities then?
Come on! they are hiding in your soul
Wondering when you are going" to be"
Charitable person, otherwise, hooligan!
Then tell me, what's your confidence
As a human who is morally sound
While also biologically win?
Dreams Distant
by Odin Roark
The child slumbers as well
Eyelids aquiver
Like his father’s
Synchronicity remaining awake
Such innocence
Carries wariness as well
Kicking away covers
Giving escape to the spirit
Often held captive
By parental clinging
How difficult for some
This acceptance of a person’s selfness
Challenging such identity
As if it were not progeny’s to possess
Exclusively
Not unlike love
Such emotive singularity
This unique cosmic enigma
Knows well it must first unto itself be true
Belonging to no one
But itself
In the power of its will
Torturous sleep sometimes
Renders today’s yesterday and tomorrow
Seemingly averse to moving on
In truth
Closed eyelids shelter destiny’s assimilation
And professed separate souls remaining silent
Dream of one another through the distance
Continuing their smile of oneness without end