Demons
Deep in the forrest of the depth of my soul
lived an insecure wretch down deep in his hole.
He was not long ago forsaken to rot,
secluded and shamed for the hell he hath wrought.
The soul can not soar without faith in the sky.
It hides in the darkness ashamed but to try.
Violently thrashing this life and that past,
ever uncertain, indecisive, outcast.
Internal strife of his own psyche's make,
In cold damp dark left to shiver and shake.
A stranger to self, another man's role,pathetic disguise from self despised soul.
This wretched recluse, self-exiled underground,
must meet his demise before hope can be found
Mindful but stubborn embracing the pain,
a delicate task this breaking of chains
Many facades each a further misfit,
hiding his truth down his insecure pit.
Razed and disected, his weakness confessed
Little repose to a man self obsessed
Desperately clawing from damnable depths.
Dragging his psyche up arduous steps.
Battered and bruised and humbly unaware
How bright his light shines, from depths whence he cares.
Religious cooperative
When I do, as a liberal, I should defend Muslims and
their religion and the right to worship as they wish
Yet I think Islam is holding the people back as it is
too self - obsessed putting the absolute demands
of this subversion of this eastern religion that is
a comparatively new religion with elements of
Judaism and Christianity, yet Islam is, despite what
We have heard about the excesses of the fanatics, who
contrary to true Islamic thinking, spew hateful lies,
a peaceful religion as we see practised by
the Palestinians.
Both creeds, Christianity and Islam, reject the idea of
free from all sexual norms of Judaism, and before we are
dismissed of anti- Semitism, I still think we are right
Ants aren't
Elegant
But ants work hard
Strong as steel, lean and lithe
Survive
Ants don't
Grouse and groan
Put themselves first
Self-obsessed, ignorant
Ants aren't
Time strokes the wrinkled canvas,
the ancient spider in twilight hour
weaves the senility web,
the empty eyes wander in the wasteland.
The hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
The face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of the narcissist impulse congealed
in the portrait I make of me.
It’s made of latent lattice of delicate design,
lines on lines contour my body.
The vibrant epitome of expression align
with the pattern of unique look personified.
An insular captive of my mental making,
I’m an inimitable loner within me,
defined by the entrenched essence singular,
scared to face the crowded world.
I get driven by the self-obsessed urge
to uplift my sagging morale,
clothe the portrait with an apposite attire.
I open the sparse closet to select a T-shirt
with the walking punchline
“Be Brave, Be You” inscribed bold.
It makes a simple style statement
for me coming out of the lonesome shell.
A society full of—
Self-obsessed.
Cruel.
Individuals
Absorbing
Lies.
Every scroll, every swipe,
They’re—
Manipulating
Egos,
Despicably
Influencing
Aesthetics.
We trade authenticity
For algorithms.
Validation comes in numbers —
Hearts, thumbs, views —
But none of it feels human.
Behind every perfect picture,
There’s panic.
Behind every caption of joy,
A silent ache.
Social media taught us
To compare scars,
To hide behind filters,
To pretend we’re okay.
But I refuse.
I want raw faces,
Unedited truths,
Flaws that breathe.
Because life’s not a highlight reel —
It’s messy.
It’s loud.
It’s real.
And I’d rather live it
Than like it.
Self
Self emits light to make life glow.
Through my solemn soul-luminous,
permeates placid peaceful flow,
contemplating continuous.
Serene sublime soul, transparent.
Self emits light to make life glow.
Decisive desires translucent.
brightening fast or slow.
Self-obsessed performance, solo.
Self - confidence acting vibrant.
Self emits light to make life glow,
meets challenges, being gallant.
Existing ego never hurts
but trying perfection to follow.
Enlightened holy humble heart.
Self emits light to make life glow.
Where To Find ?
Where to find my lost love,
so many years ago I left behind !
Now with empty mind in vain
trying to rewind forgotten past !
Being self - obsessed
I left my beloved at a nook,
now it’s useless to look back
on search of bygone days.
Throughout my restless life
I couldn’t sense any peace.
Two morose eyes haunted me,
I couldn’t let it go.
Those dreamy glances embedded in mind !
I have left behind my beloved .
Where to find my lost love ?
Amorous flow of nectar
secreting silent tears drop by drop
yielded a pearl of dolor.
Me alone in despondency
lamenting in my empty nest.
How could I return at her door step !
Where she escaped !
I do not know, where to go ?
Where to find my lost love ?
How to be back to my beloved ?
,2023.
The luminous spectrum of the omnipresent light
envelopes my self-obsessed essence unperceived.
I devise the free-will precepts captivating the ego
within the confines of the conjured self-deception.
As I saunter on the slimy slush of cardinal sin,
the stigma of murky derision debases the self,
the soul is stifled by the secret corrupt clutch,
in penance I feel the pernicious pangs of pain.
I escape liberated from the dark abyss of anguish,
traverse through strata of solemn consciousness.
That’s when the door of the inner sanctum opens,
where the lotus blooms suffused with divine glow.
The sensual space within shines with stellar radiance,
and flashes with the flaring brilliance of billion suns.
On my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity,
the inner galaxy makes my soul the self-existent light.
___________
May 31, 2023
Contest : Self-Existent Light
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
It's not a wish anymore
It's my urgent need
As I have examined my core
Innocence should be in my soul's feed
When I look ten years back
To my five year old self holding a toy stack
Hating on nobody
But filled with love for everybody
Not understanding the intentions
But making deep connections
I don't know why I am understanding everything so deep
And holding the emotions my heart can't keep
"You're a big girl now" is something I don't wanna hear
I want to cry so hard if I can't bear
Just wanna say sorry to those I hated on
But my ego will get hurt if I practice it for long
I want to be that five year kid again
Where I was self obsessed
Now I am so insecure
I don't know till when I'll endure
Some mornings
When you are over eighty, the medics lose interest
in your health, I used to see the heart specialist every six months
and check diabetes every three months
now they have stopped seeing me.
It is like they think, what the heck he is old enough anyway.
Not that I care sitting all day indoors looking out
of the window seeing life lived as a spectator.
The phone doesn´t ring anymore and the few friends I had
are dead or in the bosom of AA, their life has been reduced
going to meeting keeping their morale up.
Listening to the endless yammer of self - obsessed people
talking about themselves their goal is sobriety, and they spend
rest of their life cocooned in safety while dreaming of whiskey.
We old people are so ugly we walk ungainly, and we have
forgotten to live in the day.
We have lived our life lost the zest and our laughter when
we laugh, is a scream of despair
At the foothills of fantasy I live
Keeping away from reality I live
Where ignorance is blessing I live
On dat beautiful level of existence I live
Day dreamer dey call me
I m
A seeker of dreams
I m
Not bothered of labels, carefree
I m
I belong to myself
Self obsessed
I m dream or reality
It may b anything
So b it
The biber of dark honey
So b it
A dark uncertainty gathers around
So b it
For
The chain dat binds the skies
I have
No flowers get pure perfume in my hand
I have
I look for a future of brighter days
Somewhere over the hill and far away,
Where we plunge ourselves fully heart and soul
Into spiritual mindfulness
Where suffering has become unknown
And we regard our future as being blessed,
We rose up out of our ignorance of being self obsessed
And shone our love and light out on a quest
To change this world in which we try to live to the best,
As an equal place where people choose to give
And not just to exploit and take
That which is not theirs as a way to get rich,
For my love for a spiritual ascension I bleed,
Because I know that's just what our humanity needs.
20/05/2018
Contest : Let your pen drip
Sponsor : Broken Wings
Another day another disappointment.
we both use each other so why should I be mad?
it's simply because I'm selfish as **** decidedly self obsessed, you're supposed to love me! that's what I need it doesn't matter what you need.
I'm so delusional I probably only love you because I can't ever actually have you. You don't love me because you can have me in a second, you could have me at the drop of habit.
even now as my phone lights up at the foot of my bed I almost break my neck to check if that text came from you.
it didn't.
of course it didn't.
Pandemonium
P aranoia proliferates among pretending believers
A nxious and terrified by extremist behaviours
N arcissisitic society of self obsessed materialists
D emand and devour all hedonistic offerings
E nveloping themselves in nationalistic fervor
M anifesting their opposition to a united world
O bedient only to their own selfish myopic concepts
N uclear war again raises ugly spectre on the horizon
I deologies clash like the Titans in battle, while
U nderlying hatred, animosity and xenophobia
M anoeuvre mankind masterfully to monumental misery
John Derek Hamilton
July 07,2016
Religious cooperative
When I do- as a liberal should- defend Muslims and
their religion and the right to worship as they wish
yet I think Islam is holding the people back as it is
too self - obsessed putting the absolute demands
of this subversion of this eastern religion that is
a comparatively a new religion with elements of
Judaism and Christianity, yet Islam is despite what
we have heard and the excesses of the fanatics, who
contrary to true Islamic thinking, spew hateful lies,
a peaceful religion as we see practised by
the Palestinians.
Both creeds Christianity and Islam reject the idea of
free for all sexual norms of Judaism and before we are
dismissed of anti- Semitism I still think we are right
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