Let he who is without vanity cast the first insult
Vain to me smacks of superficialities which
in the long run prove fragile and meaningless
You can be proud of your accomplishments
without worries of being vain
Lose your hair, lose your teeth, lose your looks,
lose your vanity
Fashion statements
Youth
Dress-up make-up
Forsooth
A little vanity never hurt anybody
Until it becomes the substance of your life
Uncouth
Raison d'être
It’s not necessarily a negative asset
conceit
conceded
vain
narcissism
self-love
self-admiration
self-regard
self-absorption...
...Is self-love really considered vanity?
mesmerizes
intoxicates
in self-esteem...
delirium tremens
from the soul...
Daydream,
intoxication
of spirit...
image reflection
reflected
in the scattering...
exaggerated love
leads rightly or wrongly...
Conveys the biggest
illness...
love that misunderstands
limits...self -love
blind...insane...
destruction love
it's love that isn't
sane
sick...
virulence-ridden
vanity...
self-admiration
unspeakable evil,
narcissism...defect
I love the skin you live in
Love that red flesh under your thin shell
Sometimes I feel like peeling off my skin
Wear your skin on me as well
Like to touch the one who exists inside you
Reach out to all those insane thoughts in your brain
Comprehend the differences between right and wrong
What’s in there to explain?
I love your skin you are in
Love your constantly changing face!!
I know this is nothing but your self-admiration.
Sickness is in your mind and in your every place!!
We are virtually interconnected
Yet socially disconnect to our demise
Modernity rewards ignorance
The ignorant condemn the wise
We’re a society addicted to addictions
Hungry for knowledge that’s void of proof
Confirmation bias is perplexing and pervasive
Paradoxically – leaving us disinterested in The Truth
We are over fed yet starving for nourishment
We’re uncertain full of absolutes and certainties
Content - yet unhappy with our status
No one can help us - only you can set you free
We express our humility through patronizing arrogance
We want change, but don’t want to change anything
We seek perpetual self-satisfaction
Only to suffer incessant pain
We give the perception of fame and fortune
Ironically longing for self-worth and prestige
The emptiness of self-admiration
Unaware – you hold your key
Embody the dreams of your passions
The passions will live in your dreams
Life is simply all that we make it
That’s it –
This life – is up to me
Up to Me
We are virtually interconnected
Yet socially disconnect to our demise
Modernity rewards ignorance
The ignorant condemn the wise
We’re a society addicted to addictions
Hungry for knowledge that’s void of proof
Confirmation bias is perplexing and pervasive
Paradoxically – leaving us disinterested in The Truth
We are over fed yet starving for nourishment
We’re uncertain full of absolutes and certainties
Content - yet unhappy with our status
No one can help us - only you can set you free
We express our humility through patronizing arrogance
We want change, but don’t want to change anything
We seek perpetual self-satisfaction
Only to suffer incessant pain
We give the perception of fame and fortune
Ironically longing for self-worth and prestige
The emptiness of self-admiration
Unaware – you hold your key
Embody the dreams of your passions
The passions will live in your dreams
Life is simply all that we make it
That’s it –
This life – is up to me
Blames and allegations
Conceited self-admiration
Habitual fabrications
Never ending Justifications
Maligning reputations
Backbiting and deceptions
Derogatory manifestations
Avoiding responsibilities, remembering dispensations
Friendships and betrayals
Unjustified humiliations
Killing exasperations
………………………..
This needs proper clarifications
We need moral and ethical upgradation
Focus and proper determination
Instead of shortcuts and distractions
This world is one and we have beautiful relations
Empathising and developing patience
What we are is our creation
Education inspires aspiration
Life is a pledge, we are not on vacation
Race is not just about directions
4/3/2019
why is it that
when a crime is committed
we turn a blind eye but
when we our nation is praised
we grin in satisfaction
illusions of pride
and self admiration blind us
we perceive what we
want to perceive
remaining permanently ignorant
of our harsh reality
Charlatanism reigns supreme
in this land if fore destined destruction
and as our nation plunges
into a dark abyss
a light smothered
in jealousy and hatred gleams
A ray of unity, and hope
the light of our nation's lost pride
A dream is a blue print to carry out our success
waiting to be birthed into the natural realm
where it may transgress.
It’s an illusion from our mind that is spiritually
combined to our heart that is molded into our talent;
which is heavenly entwined
It gives us vision to strive for refined happiness that
allows you to believe and productively achieve.
A dream is where ones imagery will sprout
just waiting for you to live it out.
It gives us aspiration
and goals to aim for an illusion of self admiration.
With succession of images, thoughts, and emotions
passing through the mind’s involuntary motions.
A dream is a vision that comes from above
with peace, hope or even love.
It’s a desirable trusty
ideal that is cast from a form
of imagination that can go on for eternity.
A dream is something that is absolutely true
only if you want it to.
(c) By Naomi Johnson
The Dearth of Bees
Spring, and pretty flowers have opened up, even those
that pretend they are not in a loving disposition.
Not many bees around anymore because of chemicals
farmers spray on crops many have gone metro and lost
interest, fly low over still water so they can admire their
flying skill, or sit on the sunny wall of my house full of
self admiration; some hang languidly around a honey jar.
The few that still take interest in beautiful flowers are
exhausted and drop dead long before the day is over.
Pretty flowers close petals over moist carpel and hope
for a better luck tomorrow.
Oh here we go again,
time to be force fed dogmatic propaganda all done in vain.
Another sick form of medicine and policy,
against all forms of rational logic it's considered heresy.
At the discretion of someone else's whim,
hoping the outcome of their next victim is grim.
Another life destroyed to cover their own hide,
more royal recognition for them to boost their pride.
This over reaction is not necessary, your logic is deluded,
if need be on my part the situation will be feuded.
I've never hurt anyone except to bruise your self admiration,
If you're so concerned for me then "let it go" and defer your temptation.
Like a witch hunt I must stand firm and face my fate,
I will not bend before I break.
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