#worthiness
I can understand that one is knowledgeable,
While understanding that this is not correlative or indicative of intelligence.
Likewise, I can understand one is both, or can be both,
And respect that in specific.
Yet; I can likewise understand,
That while the aforementioned individual(s)
Merits respect in that or those specific aspect(s) and/or attribute(s),
That that individual lacks patience & compassion.
And so that individual is ultimately unworthy/undeserving
Of any greater respect than in understanding them.
Otherwise, I hamper myself & only hinder others
In both intelligence & understanding.
Conversely, I can appreciate that one may understand what they're talking about
Even if I don't fully understand the experience as described.
Whether this is an aspect of one's own ignorance, as in a lack of understanding or confusion,
Or to/by the nature of how/what information is conveyed.
I can appreciate that communication can sometimes be difficult.
I can respect that individual still;
But only if they're earnestly, honestly trying & attempting to.
Only if they're honest & forthright in it & even about it.
Otherwise, they hamper only themselves & hinder others
In both knowledge & intelligence.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC
Commoners' indignant?
Youth disinherited?
Ha. Nay.
Intellectuals disrespected.
Visionaries neglected.
Aye.
Yous who don't learn,
Refusin' to see eye-to-eye.
You slight genius, Truth.
Ay;
Afraid to even say hi -
Much less engage in honest, forthright conversation.
Rely on your superstitious,
Your hope is to pray
For ignorance like arrogance be your prey.
Lambs what be foul predators
Fat on the blood of their own ewes.
Singin',
"We know not what we do!
We know not what we do!"
Yet, you do so willfully.
Soon-to-be-nothings;
Absence, as nothingness, will be your eternity.
For the unworthy are rejected, universally.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
Belonging
The feeling that you will always be
accepted
Integral
one of us
Faults forgiven
Triumphs celebrated
Your past and future
Integrated
into our story
Such an important feeling
Vital
To our sense of community
our sense of self
The ground feels shaky
Prone to destabilizing quakes at the first crack
If that feeling is lacking
Withheld
The floor disappears from beneath you
If that feeling vanishes
Or is withdrawn
Usually it takes more than one
Of the us
To expel or invite
But perhaps
The most influential
One of us
Is you
At the end of the day
You decide
Unconsciously
Consciously
If you are worthy
Of belonging
Of being
One of the us
Sometimes though
The better question may be
Are we worthy
of belonging to you?
Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 11:47 AM UTC
Taint, a tender trap?
Blue of the sky, remembered by a cloud:
Faintly, the poetry of life, and its hap
Has the voice to step forward, and remind the season of the proud:
A hatful of poor decision's, has its merit...
But the cool eye of embarrassment
Has come and gone, with meet to understand, limited...
To ours, the count of couth, is one more irony's lament?
Hate me when you see the dragon...
Ought fix and fit enough futures
The life of a needier first, is always a sorrow last, a harrowed tongue?
Has said the obvious, a role in the heinous is a fools curiosity...
Throwing tenderness at you, like one of thumbs even is...
Reasons may give you onus, a variety to concede a gift
Coming for beauty, and its rosy inclination, a truer wisdom
That has survived the heed, the beating wings of condition to lift:
Hate me one more time, a reality of pain has become a champion:
To the fate, the hardened courage of youth, with a challenged whisper?
May a knowing hurt, be the fascinated letter of providence
Seeing the obvious, a bird of purer colors, will finish the kiss?
Guns with an imagination...?
Salt in a brutish court, of angers more, to swear in romantic language
Still the burden of squalor, with a slighter lip of intimation?
Your fruit is sweeter by the secrecy, as if, a cold shoulder ever is a place for rage...
Feb 1, 2023
Feb 1, 2023 at 6:03 PM UTC
I shall speak to you about that gold
That you held deep inside without being told
It is there since you were born
And it grows every day through your hurt
What really matters
Is not what you have
But what you are
What you choose to be
It takes great awareness
Often through deep pain and sadness
To have the amount of self-knowledge
To be able to love existence
It is a beautiful paradox
That which makes you the most whole
Are all the scars that you have gone through
It defines your essence and completes your soul
I see myself in you
It is so beautiful
And I love you
For your existence
What determines our worthiness
Is nothing but the choice
Of great love and acceptance
Of the beauty in your existence
For that is enough
The taste of your presence
The scent of your being
And the sound of your soul
That’s all I need
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC
you are
tread(in)g through
dream-filled waters
and although beautiful
they can seem deeply
frustrating at (time)s
but (you) have the power within
(learn) to laugh when it gets heavy
you are only served the kind of tides
(that) you are strong enough to conquer
no wave thrown (you)r way
could ever submerge the
_delicate warrior_ you (have)
(become) today
flow with (the) Universe
you will never be shifted
the wrong (way)
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
My darling.... are you ever confronted with the universal truth that you won’t ever sink to the bottom of the ocean?
Have you ever been confronted with the fact that you won’t ever touch the validation you seek?
And as you reach the tiled pool floor and you brace yourself
Your skin says no
Like an oily layer you slip and slide back up
Now as you speak to me your voice quivers as if, you never had even touched the thick water before
My darling there is a science to art
And as my density shakes like your lips whenever you become small and fall to the floor, I wonder why I keep fighting for something you just won’t give up.
maybe you truly are a scientist
And as lips touch,
the waves of the ocean cover us and we sink slowly but surely
finally
Maybe if I jump head first I’ll be worthy enough,
If I make a big enough mess,
a disaster,
maybe if I scratch the surface, or even throw a fit,
I can really be noticed
Maybe if I dance in the hearts of mankind, dance in your shaking veins as I try my hardest to trust you, to give in
maybe then I’ll hit the bottom of the ocean
But I sink because of pressure
I sink because you tell me to
I sink because I want to silence my thoughts
I sink because I want to stay in this moment
Where the vibrations of your mockery and foolishness can never dream of reaching me
I sink because I don’t want to swim
I sink because I want to reach the bottom of this ocean.
Maybe then I’ll touch the feeling of being wanted,
The eerie silence hugging me tighter and tighter, holding me like a new mother holds her child, wanting to shield them from the world.
But in the pool water I only float quickly back to earth
To life
I hate leaving the quiet waters
As my body enters the real abyss I breathe the cold air into my lungs and I scream-
I scream to be heard
I scream to silence these useless memories
I scream to be known
I scream for you to see
I scream for all that was lost
I scream so that you can wake up
I scream for worthiness- I scream to trust.
I scream so that maybe these bubbles won’t surface
I scream for the waves to carry my sighs
I sigh for the ocean to carry my screams.
And I scream to find my voice.
And that I too may
May hit the bottom of the floor
It may be a universal truth that I will never reach the perfection I seek
It may be my death wish, and I am doomed to fail
But I will still wish that maybe,
Maybe I too
Will be told
That science is an art
And I too can be an artist.
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
Listening does not mean learning.
Learning does not mean knowledge.
Knowledge does not mean you are wise.
Wisdom does not mean you are aged.
Age does not mean you are frail.
Frailness does not mean you are weak.
Weakness does not mean you are worthy.
Worthiness does not mean you are entitled.
Entitlement does not mean you are the one.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
While life continues without you,
I ask you please to wait,
While friends and family gather too,
I ask you please, just wait,
While isolation takes a hold,
How dare I ask you, wait,
While work seems like a big black hole,
I dread to ask you, wait,
While I am here, and you are there,
I plea with you to wait,
While you believe that no one cares,
I boldly ask you, wait,
How dare I ask for such a thing,
Perhaps you shouldn't wait,
Expecting you to wait til spring,
No, move along, don't wait,
Your suffering and loneliness,
You really shouldn't wait,
Take back your life, go out and live,
Don't sit around and wait,
I love you, need you with me dear,
But can't ask you to wait,
You do deserve a better life,
You'll thrive if you don't wait,
Be free, be happy now I'm gone,
I've let you go..
Oh...wait.....
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
tell me
who drew you in
and made you think
the bones and joints
within your knees
the veins and nerves
_mapping out your entire being_
were not already complete?
who made you see
through their broken glass
who made you think
it was okay not to ask
to ask you how
it made you feel
when they realized
they weren't going to be real
to you or to your swollen heart
you were just so beautiful to see
they just couldn't let you be
and when they fed you their falsities
they made you think you had to stay
as if half of you had gone away
when in truth—_you were noting short of gold_
and you should have been told
the one thing they couldn't be
was everything _they knew_
you needed them to be
and when this realization hits
they don't even have the heart to admit
you were _everything_ they wanted
but couldn't be
so they just had to taste it
they had to feel your breeze
and they take and they take
and then they _leave..._
but darling don't you fret
for they will never forget
the love they found in you
the love you still hold true
the love that's _grown too_
you needed them to help you through
so now you see that the best part of life
has always been about loving _you_
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC
i'm not sure
who planted this seed
inside all of our heads
whispering quietly
_”stop feeling so much"_
who made the assumption
that feelings = weakness?
because those two terms
have never been seamless
to dip into your depths
with no feelings oppressed
takes the kind of courage
most fear cant be fed
weakness evolves
from putting all of
your energy into
building up
the walls
that block
the flow of life
that was meant
_to move you_
further into the
depths of the you
you didn’t know
you never knew
to feel
and i mean,
to really _feeeel_
every ounce of this
human experience
comes with a bravery
that most resist
it breaks you apart
shakes you down
uprooting all
that’s been
to guide you
from within
to let this life
overcome you
with whatever
emotions
it may,
while being
proud of it too?
now, _that_
is strength
that is the
_weakness
pouring
out of
you_
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
You could enclose me in a coffin, embalmed,
With the nectar of the sweet roses.
But, to the desiring and the needy,
Give away whatever I possess.
If you think you can,
When i die, burn me not
Hoping you would regard
My wishes and my thought.
Give my eyes to the blind
Who has not seen a sun rise.
Give my heart to the needy
Free of cost, without a price.
Give my brains to the ********
Whose brain is in disorder
Give my kidneys to the ailing
Ain't it worth and better?
Give my veins and my bones
To the lame and the *******
Let him also walk his days
Strong and fit as a fiddle.
My soul would then rest in peace
though my coffin would be empty.
Before my body decay and rot,
Let me be of use to somebody.
Copyright © PS
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 5:50 AM UTC
In a forest of grass
the tallest **** gives
shade to the smallest.
Even a **** is useful.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:02 AM UTC
Blow me like a kiss...
As if I’m meant for someone’s lips.
As if I’m meant to be caught.
As if I’m meant to be felt.
As if I’m worth of anyone’s thought.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
Matters of the heart should not be handled with your head
I don't care what my mother says
You're trouble, and you make my head hurt
But I love you, and your absence is worse
Your body left an ache in my throat
I'm attempting to choke it out
I come to you for help
Because I secretly hate myself
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
convincing us we have "followers"
of what
our personality
our religion
our values
our way of life
there is nothing to "like" about inconsistent imperfection, am i right
trying to make each of us gods
before we have thoroughly proved anything to anyone about our worthiness
zero effort needed
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC