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Speak For Yourself

Speak For Yourself

We wish
We could watch
Ourselves
Happen.

Do you 
Think
We can?

-Gray Squirrel

10/22/2023

Categories: self knowledge, age, life,
Form: Free verse

Expectations

I guess I expect
Those Exceptional
Best of the Best
OR just let it Go
Passing the Test
That's Incredible
The Last to just Rest
Past Invincible
Has to Impress
In Visual
Ask with no less
Dependable
No nag or no pest
Recommendable
Classiest yet
Impeccable
Don't ask but just gets
So Sensible...
Yet the facts will show
That it's Impractical
To expect the Rest
To be so Flexible
Acrobatical
Intensive mode
So Radical
My intent should go
So Compatible
Sensational
My paddle

Categories: self knowledge, confusion, perspective, poems, rap,
Form: Rhyme

Self Knowledge

I'm so dramatically afraid 
                  of recognize me deep inside
                  to the point of not being able to

Categories: self knowledge, allusion, appreciation, creation, extended
Form: Epigram

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Quest For Self-Knowledge

Oh, Apollo,* son of Zeus,
How could, a simple man as I, your divine command- to know myself-
Will ever be able to realize
When
Fruitless, so far, any efforts of mine have turned out to be,
Even though- ashamed I am to confess- decades many have already passed,
Wandering on these planes of oblivion without any
Tangible answers whatsoever to produce?

I

Categories: self knowledge, god, philosophy, self,
Form: Free verse

Self Knowledge

I am the earth, the star and the sky,
The water, the cloud and the air,
I am the universe and everything in it,
The beings that were and would be,
I am not the body with a name,
Nor the ego that came with it,
I am not the photograph on the wall,
That will remain after me,
I am not the

Categories: self knowledge, blessing, devotion, earth, god,
Form: Free verse

Poetry of Self-Knowledge

For reading poetry so much
         and so many poets, I am not right
         if what I write is mine,
         or them ...

Categories: self knowledge, art, metaphor, poetry, wisdom,
Form: Prose Poetry

Formless

When I peer through the windows of my eyes,
so desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
a collection of memories. Maybe, 
no more than arising from an idea.
Here existing in this moment with you.

Life bursts into being out of the timeless pool of

Categories: self knowledge, allegory, birth, celebration,
Form: ABC

The Focus Song

If You Know Thyself 
then you know the world 

Motivated by madness 
and driven by desire,
dive into the pool of passion 
and swim deep as you can. 

If You Know Thyself 
then you know the world

The window of life 
has many views,
always respect reality 
It’s really really real.

If You Know Thyself 
then you know the

Categories: self knowledge, appreciation, clothes, confidence, identity,
Form: Ballad

Self Knowledge

Self knowledge..

Is the ultimate prize..

Where your masterpiece..

Of life abides..

06/12/15
D.C.

Categories: self knowledge, self,
Form: Rhyme Royal

Self Knowledge

Who do you really know?
Are you a true believer of self knowledge?
Who can you really trust in a world consumed by disloyalty?
Who do you really know in a world ravaged by confusion?
Do I know you?
Can I trust you?
Do you know you?
Can you trust yourself?

Categories: self knowledge, dark, society, trust,
Form: Free verse

Self-Knowledge

Oh, Apollo,* son of Zeus,
How could, a simple man as I, your divine command- to know myself-
Will ever be able to realize
When
Fruitless, so far, any efforts of mine have turned out to be,
Even though- ashamed I am to confess- decades many have already passed,
Wandering on these planes of oblivion without any
Tangible answers whatsoever to produce?

I

Categories: self knowledge, self, truth, wisdom,
Form: Free verse

Self Knowledge In the Aftermath

I remember now. Something was heavy, a winged
dragon that refused to fly from my chest
My eyes were secret mirrors, or a doomsday judge.
I remember morning as a flighty horse,
or like a new school year,
that first careful sentence written on a page.
 
Time became a sequel. Roads were rootless trees
racing by - Fog an x-ray – the

Categories: self knowledge, abuse, child, sorrow,
Form: Free verse