Themself Poems

Committed

Potential is not a promise-
and that's all I've seen in you.

I've given every opportunity-
but you've never followed through.

(You once) treated me with kindness-
but I deserve much more.

I deserve a kind of love-
I've not experienced before.

I deserve consistency-
and I deserve the truth.

And I deserve my wishes-
(and all of) my dreams to come true.

I've come to learn from my mistakes-
that patience gets you nowhere.

Not when one's committed-
(to serve) themself. Although it's not fair.

(I) love you for many reasons-
and I'm not sure that will change.

But you've shown me by your choices-
you don't love me the same way.

Choices aren't mistakes-
see, they are conscious trains of thought.

You choose to make decisions-
that you know leave me distraught.

So, since you choose to hurt me-
instead of fixing what you've broken...

I choose to walk away-
my sense of worth has been awoken.

AEGIS

On US Army about 
Legacy is leaving a mark on the people around you and the world. 



Like placing a rocket upon their shoulder 
Or giving them choice within the assessment scale of your grade 
I could only hope I haven’t left a scar 
Gentle as fragile instances passing by my observation

The Flame and The Fire control detonator 
Who let the kids play with the matches 
When overmatching the match mayn't appear the overmatching of the most ethical 
Then will the most ethical appear hypocrisy if the Decision Dominance saves soul from trap of the Devils

Inspired by Ogden Nash

These poem was written well prior ADP 3-13 was published in Army Directory 
But will the Army then give me benefit of serving as a source 


People today claim themself with no shame being AN INFLUENCER


Do the they comprehend responsibility then ?

Lake of Blue

JANUARY 2024

Hello, person.
My person, who bathes and drifts in the steaming lake of blue
And chirps a melody of solitude
While strumming the oak guitar for the blaze.

Hello to you--
If you want to hear my thoughts.

My person, whose eyes bleed of the weeping willow's dye,
Who holds the warmth of the stars in their skin,
Who holds the wisps of frail roots in their hair,
Lashes swooping down like evergreen branches.

Hello, person
Who goes with the tide
And lets the moon take them whichever which way
When the blaze does rest and can't guide you any longer.
Hello, person
Who gets washed ashore.
Who loses themself.

Hello, to you--
If you'd like to stay a while.

Paid

The thing about killing Angels
you have to remember is always go for the kill shot
Most of them can easily take a grenade to the face
Those arch ones usually stay put and watch
Basically on tap with God
Seldomly they will make an appearance
Demons are tricky
Disguise themself basically animal vegetable mineral
One time my electric razor tried to bite a clump from my cheek, huh still makes me smile
He turned towards the boy
His crumple of a face
grimacing
The book boy learn it well

He turned hunched over
Bent and snatched the head from
the prone child at his feet

The sack boy open it
Without the head
We won’t be fed….

The boy pulling a single golden strand from his pocket
the strand warping reality around it
air forming the sack

Please
Just once
Not a three point shot…

Another 3 seconds he chide only infinity to go
At this rate we will be working long after the end

love me please

Perhaps I’ll tear my eyes away
Let my crimson spill and stray
Sew my wounds with piercing thread
If you’d love me though I bled

Death does not seem so grim
Nor does the noose’s cold, tight hymn
Summon Venus, my muse
Let her claim what I shall lose

Caress my flesh till breath runs dry
Let crimson drip as fingers tie
Stab me with empathy, raw and pure
Choke me with love-- my cure

Love me, love me, love me please!
Drain my body, let it freeze
Love me, love me, love me please!
If not, I will bring them to their knees!

…

[Before you get concerned, I wrote this not about someone else, but about me. I thought it would be interesting to portray someone trying to love themselves, but failing, so they almost force themself to love their own person.] 

Diwali

Deepawali.  

My wife wants to see me with screw and driver to check my temper 
My family wants to check my album of love whistles 
Her family sneek whether I am die or alive
Society crackers like poo of themself.
But God bless everyone not me 
I lite the diya in diwali 
Jai ram ji ki happy Diwali 

With love all 
OM Jagdish

Love

Love, what is love? It means so much
To many it might be the love of a child
the joy of seeing them smiling at you
with happiness brought about by
reaching a goal fully pleased with themself
as they show you the badge or prize they won.

to others it might be a kind word or action
they can relate to by winning your approval.
so many different ways love can be shown
there's love of a special place you hold dear.
maybe where something fantastic happened
like an engagement to someone you love

The one who won your heart oh so long ago
who you married and raised your family with.
now that was a time so precious that tears form 
in your eyes as you think about all of them
And you realise how lucky you are to have
them and their love sharing your life.

Love means so much in different ways
no two ways are the same each is special
so when you go to bed give thanks to god
remembering that you owe it all to him
and live out your life in ways that honour
him for with his blessing you are who
you are and always will be

Apparently- agape

Sirius station 524
 serious respiratory
 serious resposity 
abundant challenge philosophy
 profit prophecy men expounding--
 on their selfish Glory
 not retaining council
 praises to themself instead of God's glory 
I shall not judge who am I to judge.losess
 I am seeking as you are as well
 God's perfect love 
Trust Insurance
 I have found in His peace
And endurance philosophy is flawed
 I awaiting the calling the property process
 they got me the greater Love
Apparently Agape 
Selah Always


2/25/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

Vacio

Alone…so lonely in this place,
Like the pages of my life erase,
As I look in the mirror, unfamiliar face,
I see the pain, as I see your efface.

I went to sleep, went out for a stroll,
I live a daily battle for the salvation of my soul,
Look inside me, look into that empty hole,
Waiting to be filled, waiting for my purpose to unfold.

Round and round I go, on this evil carousel,
My spiritualality is so unwell,
No one is ever themself,
Like Lucifer himself,
I have found that from grace I fell.

I miss my Angel, so far from me,
Emotion are a mental tsunami,
Future is dismal, can not foresee,
My inner church, I stand in its debris,
Forgetting my own decree.

Tired of feeling as though I am dumb,
Tired of feeling the unsettling numb,
Anxiety kicking in, my heart feels like a drum,
 this ! I am so done!
But I live in a giant wheel, around I run.

Outcast

Why does one feel outcast?
Why base self-worth on the opinion of others? 
A great and tragic lapse in ego,
irrational thought, and weak superego.
An outcast allows themself to be victim, 
being subjugated by their perceived “tormenters”.

A compliment that I have not succumbed
to the societal norms of hatred, envy, jealousy, 
disdain, racism, and exclusion. 
My mind is my own and I follow my gut that tells me right from wrong.
I will not comply to be liked, included, loved, or admired.

So call me outcast, I wear it as a badge of valor and courage.

Art of Saying a Lot Yet Saying Nothing At All

An abundance of mimicked truth yet oozing falsehood 
Leaving a dubious ironic emotional attitude 
Simulating a true person’s being hypocritical 
Showed as a soul-less insanely monstrous criminal 

Recognizing ambiguity painted in your unique brilliant colors 
No matter how you curve it, your words still weigh like anchors 
Cunning are your sneaky attempts at a vagueness 
The are of your game is far from being stated as genius 

The illusion of your meaning is not being judged 
It’s the meaning of that illusion I won’t begrudge 
Twisting your morbid stories into enigmatic fables 
Trying to paint yourself as the innocent of all angels 

Conforming naive minds into perceiving what isn’t right 
Leaving one to believe it’s themself that they fight 
Perplexed a complex thought allowing deceit 
Fueling the tellers ever hunger of feeding their conceit 

Yet I do not pass judgement, you bring about that result 
The perceived illusion you brought it’s your fault
Allowing the multi talent of twisting words to your end 
The vagueness in saying a lot by saying nothing, letting no one in

Adams Legacy 2

ADAM'S LEGACY 2

A beautiful gift destroyed by knowledge lost
Destroyed by a lust and greed to conquer all
All that was freely it given to all of mankind
More and more nations sought it for themself
Soon the gift of humanity will be our suffering

Lessons learned by past conflicts no peace
Even when generation said not in our names
Giving peace a chance before peace be lost
A legacy to give future generation gift of living
Changes that we must take at this moment
Yes we can all share what we have or lose it

Suicide

*Suicide* 

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
People fight for there stand,
People fight within themself..
Nothing been on there side,
None is there to support them..

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
Life is just a race,
Love, care, respect are left behind..
Blaming insulting are trending,
As money can buy love, respect, care..

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
People say how coward he is,
when he was alive none supported..
He fought hard,
He fought with himself..

Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
broken heart been heard louder,
Now money speak louder..
It's a fight within himself,
he is a fighter..
Not a loser,who fought till his last breath..

_veer

My Poems

The books are filled, set on a shelf,
 dusty, all by themself.

Daily entries of thought and reflections,
 sometimes, just mere simple imperfections,
 spread out over the years
 dispersed by heartaches and tears;

contemplative meditations on the world,
 begun in my teenage years, living unfurled
 rampant, wild in their throws
 hit or miss between poetry and prose;

gaps with meanings and revelations undisclosed
 too occupied with love and passions exposed
 why do I write this impending flow?
 who really knows?

My poetry completes me
 expose' on who I should, could, 
 and may yet be.

More simply put for me and you
 it's my obsession that I need to do.

Vinegar Dressed Up As a Beaujolais

People are aspired to be desired, so they erase.
People aspire to their 20's, so they erase.
People are deluded for immortality, embalming themself as they still draw breath.

People erase their facial expressions.
Frozen expression.internal neglection.
Shiny gift wrap with a big void inside.

People are changing their skin.
Like an advertisement for their character, boost for the charisma.
Like an eternal testimony for failures and wrong choices.

People are running from time.
Running to an illusion at another life.
Life of eternal youth, endless beauty, to be wanted, needed, desired.

Your waxy face belongs to a droid, your heart made of plastic.
You are easy to shape as per society's wishes.
You send your poker face to play for life with an empty hand.

Ease with this self-passion, you are a vinegar dressed up as a Beaujolais.

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