Unrealistically Poems

Happiness

HAPPINESS

What are the things that make us feel this way?
Smiling & laughing & just being at play
We’re always hoping these things won’t go away
We unrealistically think they will stay
It’s okay to be sad sometimes
Why do we think it is such a crime?
Sometimes it’s hard to be kind to ourself
It’s alright to put our worries on the shelf
Forget about the past & be mindful of now
It might make you feel better somehow
Someday soon a smile will start to show
Before you know it, the happiness will flow.

Pedestal

I was told that love is like holding somebody up on a pedestal.

The problem with love is that it’s being misperceived & used as a poison that is damaging our cerebral.

The path of memories is still unforgettable.

But for some odd reason though,
We still feel the need to convince ourselves that love is still able to be containable. 

What’s even worse is that when things become unrealistically unbearable,
 We rely on the soul consuming spirit to bring us better relief.

I hope the reader that finds knows that the only one who can truly deceive you is,
The one who you find is the most susceptible to believing your own goals & dreams.

Wipe My Tears Away

Will someone come and wipe the tears from my eyes,
Sing to me a lullaby.
A soft and sweet note too ease and comfort what’s hurting inside
Quiet it peacefully, with vocals, hummed gently from someone’s throat.

Promise me that tomorrow will not be like today or yesterday,
That if I continue to pray, that the pain in it, will all simply just go away.

Maybe, I can just go away,
Away to somewhere they know, not my name
But to new places, upon new faces, where I can find love just the same.

Will someone come and wipe away my tears,
These same tears that have fallen for so many years, so unrealistically real
And the hand I was dealt was the real deal, “Holyfield”.

Can anyone out there hear or help me,
I’m crying out from within, acknowledge my plea.

I call on his grace, only seeking those in the image of his face, 
God’s face, only one who can erase this pain shut up inside
Will you come to wipe the tears from my eyes?

Lifestyle Synergy

Part of me longs to reside in
a high functioning
win/win cooperative community
of resilient left hemisphere,
resonant right hemisphere,
polypathic/polyphonic communion.

Part of egoself-care wisdom
and longing
feels drawn toward eremetical asylum
more than gregarious shared sanctuary;
to solitude,
peace
ease
natural sounds and sights,
green new/old deals,
relationships
communications
communions of egalitarian interdependence,
more internally holistic intersections
noticing sacred global beauty
in local experiential truths
mundanely secular.

Yet the best part of my internal ecosystemic awareness
wants both,
wants Earth's all,
longs for cutting edge win/win communion,
healthiest wealth,
resilient resonance
restoring ego/eco co-investments,
just truth and beautiful mercies,
graced bounty,
synergetic integrity,
robust democracy of healthy hermits.

Too unneedy greedy,
the sound of two co-arising hands 
not clapping,
I unrealistically realize
longing in belonging.

Craziness In Heart's Mind

Truly there is a bit of craziness in my heart’s mind
As she colors people beautiful
Even when they are mean
Fierce
And 
Unrealistically
Angry
At me, but will not tell me why.

Feeling unsafe, and insecure
Painting people ahead in my thought’s brains
Expecting something that is insanely
Fantastical
And
Maniacally
Combative
Seeing a
Horrible ending
Due to lack of
Communication.


Able to methodically
Sterilize and homogenize
Other’s irrational ugly 
Self-defeating thoughts
Yet stubbornly holding
On to my own,
Making myself nuts.

Painting People's Reactions Ahead

Truly there is a bit of craziness in my heart’s mind
As she colors people beautiful
Even when they are mean
Fierce
And 
Unrealistically
Angry
At me, but will not tell me why.

Feeling unsafe, and insecure
Painting people's reactions ahead in my thought’s brains
Expecting something that is insanely
Fantastical
And
Maniacally
Combative
Seeing a
Horrible ending
Due to lack of
Communication.


Able to methodically
Sterilize and homogenize
Other’s irrational ugly 
Self-defeating thoughts
Yet stubbornly holding
On to my own,
Making myself nuts.

Hallucinatory Prayers

Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation 
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations, 
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of 
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale

 thereupon...

timelessness is but a variable symbol
    factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers

Sleep

Emma was asleep in 
an unrealistically graceful position
It had much to do with 
the calmness she felt 
as she listened to the sound of rain 
hitting her window 
It seemed her mind was always so 
congested 
that the slightest moment of peace 
brought about 
an intense euphoria 
So the moment at which she fell asleep was 
the only pure one of 
the entire day

The Unrealistically Color Blind Gals and Guys

The Unrealistically Color Blind Gals and Guys

The guy over the boundary
Across the river must be a fool
To say that without imagery
No poem is a poem
But how will I create an image
Of the good will I have in my heart
For you all
And the best wishes i expressed
For my love just yesterday?

The guy over the line
Across the web must be a crack
To say that without metaphor
In poems a poet can get the truth
But how could I believe a poem or him
When I find truth seven layers deep?

Another gal from another country
From an odd place from an awkward proposition
Must be a nut to say
As a poet I must be real in my poems
But how could I when I see
Reality has many dimensions
And people like her understand only one
Which is in black and white
Or Withered and discoloured
The coloured ones she takes as my imaginations
And blames me whereas she
Might be unrealistically colour blind
Once i was like her when i lacked love
My love taught me to imagine
To put colour a little bit
So that we can see each layer and
Understand every part
To make ourselves wise
To make our hard and mysterious life easy.

Imperfect Love

It's so easy
to play the blame game
to be unrealistically expectant
to want perfection
It's so easy

It's easy
to want you to mold yourself
into my concept
of the ideal man
to fill in all the cracks
of what's broken in me
it's so easy

and yet
how often have I tried
heart and soul and mind
to be what you need 
how often have I failed 
to hold you together
and make you complete
that's not so easy
that's not so easy for me
to realize
to see

I hope I finally learn
perfection doesn't exist
there is no perfect spouse
there is no perfect love
because we are not perfect human beings
we are fallible
only God is infallible
only His love is unconditional
we are imperfect beings
in an imperfect world
loving imperfectly
and yet,
there is so much beauty
in the imperfection
of you and me!

Eileen

I Am Your Life Time Gentleman

The nicely placed apartments of your heart are ready to let
I’ll rent and cover them all in blue and scarlet.
Now upgraded, shark and Dolphin can never be alike
so that, even your laughter fashions in designers, better than Nike.

Your happiness, more resounding than a thousand-singer choir
the re-branding job of the melody of your existence; I’m up for hire.
Under the command of your feelings like a trained loyal animal,
I inject sweet mischief to our romance like a mid-night criminal.

My bow to your passion’s fire is no magic,
my submission to our mysterious connection has nothing tragic.
That seductive poison makes me your everlasting patient,
to such an irresistible intensity, so ancient.

Your high-tech comfort because of me is making lots of sense
to enjoy the resulting glory, I’ll still wait for your license.
My doings are unrealistically pleasurable like a fictional movie
but the testament of your satisfaction will be our live TV.

Beneath the Manuscripts of Rhythmic Raindrops

way down deep in a heartache,
i dump myself and become the reluctant angel
i am tinged all over and it hurts to even think of moving
i am moving while frozen as all and everything stops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops

way down deep in a heartache,
constipated confusion blows its pungent odor on the tip of my consumption 
i am bloody blue all over and it hurts to even move to the thought of thinking
i am frozen while moving as all and everything stops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops

way down deep in a heartache,
murky water cocktails snatch me up and i am the calm cowboy viewing captivating constellations
i am ecstatic while my currents are being unrealistically revitalized
i am falling in an endless pit of blindsided truth as all and everything drops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops

It's Midnight On the Erie Canal

It's midnight on the Erie Canal,
And I'm alone,
Going home,
Wood Creaks,
I seek,
Something,
To bring,
Peace,
Unrealistically black sky,
And it's quiet,
Too quiet,
No cliche' intended,
No sound to me is candid,
Upon this water,
As I mutter,
Words that reassure,
My destination has not found me,
And though my fear has not yet bound me,
My nerves are shot,
But fear is not,
An option yet for me,
I must stay strong, 
It won't be long, 
Uncertain though,
But all I know,
Is that it's midnight on the Erie Canal,
And I'm alone, going home.

That''Ll Learn Ya

In the coldest winter ever, I learned to b-more careful
I didn't want to be another statistic 
by taking on the role of becoming unrealistically materiallistic 
like when it means more to find that name brand jacket that everyone huslin has
instead of being able to score into the highest percentile bracket that those ivy 
league not skool of hard knocks accepts 
so i don't make myself another "concept"
i wanted to be the one that surpasses the honorable mention 
not wins best dressed and mentioned to be dishornorable stuck in detention
i gotta be at the top of my game doin the magna cum loude thing
not spittin game to the next trying to spend they whole check for a damn diamond 
ring
by me books so i can read my way out this hood
don't waste ya time trying to by me things that you think make me feel good

in the coldest winter ever i learned to be more careful
i had to distinguish the difference between

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