You’re the tame auspiciously lurking in the still of my nightmares, frivolously evicting the static that haunts my memories, illuminating this frantic mind if even for a second.
Crippling the narrow minded ways in which I’ve become entrapped, a one way road futile in substance and willingness to succeed
The savior of superficiality aligning the monstrosity of a broken roar, promising problems putter to the likening of a minuscule oblivion
Such a cruel world, we live in.
Everyone's breathing, but some are living.
Romance is overrated; love doesn't exist.
All smiles for the pictures, happiness in chemicals—
dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, and endorphins.
What are we, robots or machines?
What happened to humanity?
Nowadays, being an open book
Is not a good look.
Whatever happened to writing compassionate letters,
giving time to what truly matters?
Such a cruel world is this!
Beauty is Botox and surgeries;
hookup culture rules, believers of love are fools.
What happened to hugging the trees
and running with the gentle breeze?
What happened to singing with starlings,
strolling near streams,
putting wildflowers in hair,
fish stroking your feet bare?
What happened to humanity?
The wise losing their sanity,
the dumb being prideful of their insanity.
Everywhere you go, you find hypocrites,
Preaching morals to nitpicks.
I came to dance to my song;
to move well and rhythmically, but not for too long
To dance like nobody's watching, just feeling the groove;
moving like nobody's business with nothing to prove...
I came to do my part.
To give, receive, and come straight from the heart
To make a difference wherever and whenever I can
Wondering while wandering with purpose across the land...
I came to learn some vital lessons:
to study to show myself approved and embrace the blessons
To be ashamed to leave until I have won some victory for humanity
So dance, I will, with no superficiality
LA-DI-DA
There’s an honesty in struggle
Despite pressure to overcome
There are others with privilege
That’s sending a clear message
Still felt very strongly by some
With responsibilities to juggle
Fancy Is perhaps a wrong word
Never for style and celebration
But if it’s used for showing off
Even owning a top hat to doff
Ignoring the echoes of a nation
Only the superficiality is heard
Yet from despair, pride can rise
As one can keep that steely gaze
All stories deserving to be retold
So live the new, not just the old
With the rest of us all to amaze
As humanity is seen in our eyes
Slowly,
nostalgia
trickles into
torrents,to flood memory's
canyon
Crystal clear,vision's backward gaze .All future certainty lies in the past, often distant memories linger fleeting and ephmeral is the dream.Yesterday's hero,a today's has-been,all perspective,out of true;twenty,twenty embellishes hind-sight .Experience forgotten wastes away superficiality now has its day..
on the wind
a bell tolls
memories surface
words unerased-
the image fades
LITTERED LIFE
Does every life have a twist in the tail
One follows the trail wherever it leads
At higher speeds, life flashes by so fast
And at last, so little detail one can recall
The bitter gall mixed with pleasantness
But the rest has gone, into the void
Perhaps destroyed by the superficiality
Yet in actuality, it was the usual stuff
And good enough, but not for all time
A paradigm of sorts, a patchy history
A solved mystery, but there’s no prize
I’d surmise that most might not care
Never aware of what richness was lost
Nor count the cost of merely skimming
With the light dimming, it’s only the past
At last, a patchwork life one remembers
Like dying embers, preserving the glow
in a perfect world,
we'd accept others
for who they truly are;
we'd be free
of unconscious bias
against those
who look differently than we do.
we sadly have a tendency
to judge other people
based on appearances;
what they wear.
it matters not
the way we choose
to present ourselves
to the world,
our inner beauty
is paramount;
eschew superficiality,
plumb the depth
of the human soul.
The Way We Look Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Date written: 01/10/2023
I see it in your eyes at times
the toll it all has taken
the illusions you fell for
your hands passing through
projections of people
reaching out for them to find
they were never there
their hearts elsewhere
feeling the bruises on your back
from their footprints
after they used you as a stepping stone
to where they thought the lights shone
brighter
I’m nobody
no femme fatale turning heads
a simple scribbler of words
that I hope a few may find meaningful
certainly not at all what you’re used to
I see through the banality
the superficiality
the egotistic, narcissistic morass
Someone that would rather be
appreciated over celebrated
A cozy pajamas and fuzzy slippers
on a cold winter’s night
drinking cheap champagne
watching old movies
wrapped up in a warm fluffy blanket
cuddling on the couch
kind of girl
but if you were to reach out
to touch me
I’d be there
They gather about you
a clambering canaille
of fawning faces
Drunk on the illusion
of what they want
you to be
believe you to be
The superficiality
of contemporality
The fame eclipsing
the art
I stand distanced
from that fickle flock
Unacknowledged
Unnoticed
Unseen
It’s the truth of you
which I seek
The deeper spaces
Hidden away places
The flame that gives
life to the words
from a pen
Births princes, monsters
gods and mere men
Imbuing fantasy
with veracity
Is it the same fire
that burns within me?
Breathe in a dust
Cough up a lung
Atmospheric poison
Futuristic prison
Can't you see the destruction
Of the offspring of evolution
They see beauty trough filters
Hear nature trough earplugs
Smell pines in candles
And don't touch! Oh so dangerous...
They walk trough life,
Like they travel the world
Experiencing the superficiality of existence
Thoughtlessly missing out on the essence.
Tomorrow down the road,
I go in pursuit,
Hoping to meet the future soul mate,
An extraordinary mate,
called love,
While fleeing from its enemy named hate,.
Tomorrow along the road,
I go without mischief,
Jealousy is not a word within my heart
Wandering,
about like a free bird in the sky,
Perchance I will begin a fresh new start
Tomorrow walking down,
the road I bury my thoughts,
Instead, I shall create a vision of reality,
I may find some responsibility at last,
Perhaps,
I may get liberated from superficiality.
Tomorrow down the road,
I go for one last drink,
Not because I need to quench my thirst
One final drink for the road to hell,
I shall beat everyone,
And be the first.
Wednesday 7th November 2018
Tomorrow Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Don’t
Superficiality,
I hate it with a passion
Authentic speaking, thoughts and deeds
Are almost out of fashion
It is as if a curse has come
Upon the human mind
To keep us empty from within
To keep us dumb and blind
The thinker is now ridiculed
His thought process is ’*****’
His presence has become a pest
They wished he’d disappear
Just keep it light, don’t think too much
And don’t try to be real
Don’t tell the truth, it will upset
Who knows how one might feel?
Don’t stir up things, don’t question none
Don’t teach, do not inform
We like it shallow, it’s more fun
And that should be the norm
We’ll talk about the trivial things
Like fashion, the weather, and food
But not the troubles in the world
It won’t do any good.
Let’s focus on our pretty selves
We’ll stay well fed and groomed
And let no one dare to frighten you
By saying we’ll be doomed.
Wendy Nipas
You dont have to be moved,
we are already in a revolution
A different kind, one where futures are decided on couches in front of the television.
One which undoes it all
Implanting the seeds that usurp
men and women; both old and young along with their hot blooded ideals.
I make a imaginery toast to a time when we raised fists in unison.
While I watch in much intrigue and an impending sense of horror,
a tide wiping the minds of the free of all that is red
With the sterility of modern celluloid fiction.
The profane fantasies consisting of comic book superheroes fighting crime.
Morphed, rudimentary ideas of justice.
Just another vulgar display of neo liberal superficiality.
Meanwhile my mind wanders far away
To the remote and torrid jungles of nowhere
My comrade mothers her child
who is to be weaned off of her bossom,
It Blissfully titters at the breathtaking landscape now under seige.
As she cuddles her child, her eyes peer into the vastness.
Her heroes are dead, but not her resilience.
away with capitalistic free market enterprise
where the concomitant features of greed, power and wealth
fuse to form a pact of unrestrained mass-consumerism
while simultaneously obliterating any shred of a humanistic ethic.
the hollow emptiness of a hedonistic philosophy
representative of the western civilization
rings with the sound of falseness
from the belfry of commodification.
debunk the myth of the supremacy of man
where the less sophisticated species
remain in a role of subservience
while religion upholds this point of view.
the travesty of contemporary existence
epitomized by the crass characteristics
endemic in the advertisements
prior to the advent of a holiday or sale.
opinions about significant political issues
and the general emotions toward the processes of life
trivialized into a farcical sport
by the producers of commercial goods.
renounce the superficiality of the make-believe world
and also the stamp of mass production
that transforms a creative human being into an obsolete soul!
Peel the refinement and what have you got
A human being who's still an animal at heart
They will not admit they share an animal's nature
It won't happen..…they believe they're a different creature
They've lost their fur, their claws, their teeth
That's superficiality, they're still animals underneath
But they steal the fur from animals too
And not just any fur is going to do
So they lock these creatures in small cramped cages
And strip their skin off as they've done for ages
But acquisitive greed might take a turn for the worse
When wanderers from space look on humans as a main course
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