"genuineness" poems
Do you realize that races are overrated,
since God is no respecter of persons?
Colored perceptions of hatred and bigotry
may ultimately destroy our existence.
Who needs people that:
• Lack brotherly love and respect for others
• Lust for power, wealth and **********
• Lack vision and purpose
• Lack maturity and wisdom
• Have attitudes of superiority
• Are poor in spirit
• Lack discipline and self-control
Colored attitudes, regarding skin tones and hues,
pale in contrast to uncontrolled emotions.
Without responsibility and accountability,
people get themselves in trouble rather quickly.
Who really wants or needs:
• Red’s lustful, passion for someone other than your spouse?
• or Green’s destructional envy of others’ wealth or possessions?
• or Yellow’s fear, smelling of ***** from peeing ourselves?
• or White’s collection of powdered deaths?
• or Blue’s inner sadness or coldness towards others?
• or Brown’s poverty, shame and overall uncleanness?
• or Orange steadfastness for a Godless life?
• or Purple’s smugness from a self-conceived ideal of royalty?
• or Black’s foreboding sicknesses and death?
Our human collective needs to find real commonality,
within this brotherhood of man, as planetary stewards.
Under girded with a genuineness of concern and love,
true understanding can lead to harmonious relationships.
We all have the ability to commune with God’s Spirit;
however, we each must have a desire to do so.
Utopia may be unattainable, unlike… unity of community.
And yes, I forgive you, for thinking I might be racist.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Acts 10: 34; Gal 2: 6; Deut 10: 17; 1 Pet 1: 17
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http: //www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:42 AM UTC
I'll seek refuge in places that don't hold my name to be true, and even in emptiness I remain wrought through heavy handed tones of antipathy
Echoes of resolute desire plea with somber empathy, but remain indefinitely beyond the horizon of which I can not seek - and I shall remain waiting for something that has yet to come, for good it seems..
It rings barren any semblance of genuineness, the shadows I fall under; in plighted qualms, through quarreled teeth; without strength to hold my own, my very soul becomes the ground with which they walk
Desolation is the staunch friend from which I may not doubt will never be there in my time of need; and what I truly need, I fear, will never set foot upon my gaze
Like a sullen rose barred behind a glass wall, bereft of life giving nutrients and slowly wilting away one pedal at a time: I'll solemnly gaze upon the last glimmer of hope what was once profound and pure, now gripped with agony, and sin; decaying, alone, forever out of reach with only my eyes and heart to embrace it, yet never once again know what it may feel like to hold close with my own flesh
I am surrounded by an unspoken emptiness; an infinite abyss in every direction, except forward - and to each footstep I hear an echo of its past, one more inch beyond itself and gone before the last moments incur what hollow life is left within
Each passing moment brings me further to the edge of the unknown, this hope that's guided me for this long has burned like an eternal candle, now wisping what light is left to bear before me
One step more, and into the embracing darkness I will fall unto
The cries of war are beginning to recess; the battle has ceased, and I am still without a place to call home
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
"It is better we should both perish than that my enemy should live"
the scorpion; lethal
the frog; delicate
1st times a accident
2nd times a mistake
3rd time shoud've never happened.
but you were right it was inevitable for it to happen again.
With your kindness so dear and delicate,
your genuineness so rare
and your heart so pure
and my nature so continuous,
it wasn't a mistake or an accident,
you cannot break the cycle of nature,
just like the changing seasons.
it's like harming someone you care about,
and harming one at one's disadvantage,
with recklessness .
they aren't worth loving, or being affectionate towards,
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
*I only have a few friends,
but those few, who are you,
are very precious to me,
I admire your loving hearts,
and your beautiful souls,
that are kind
and filled with purity.
I love you all because...
each of you can hear
the things
that I do not say,
Because,
you each know
how to love me
in your very own unique
and special way.
Because,
all of you reach-out
to my heart and soul,
Because,
you all come together
to grab my hand
and pull me out,
before I sink
into the recurring
black hole.
Because,
I never have to worry
that any of you
will ever give up on me -
you all, patiently,
tolerate my relentless Anxiety.
Because,
you all really understand
who I truly am,
deep,
deep
down
to the very core
of me--Rosalie!
Because,
any amount of absence
doesn't disintegrate or deteriorate
our friendship,
despite the precious time
that my Anxiety,
slowly, eats away,
Because,
I can feel each of you
thinking about me,
even though you're all busy,
every blessed new day.
Because,
individually,
each of you are the sunshine
that removes the dark clouds
that hover over my head
like a curse,
Because,
together,
you all stand to make up
my entire universe!
Because,
I know
that we were meant to be
a special part
of each other's life journey,
Because,
I feel your genuineness
and honest sincerity,
Because,
we are kindred spirits -
we are soulmates -
we are rare, beautiful souls in tune,
Because,
I am grateful
and most thankful
that we met,
and not a minute too soon!
Because,
without these few,
most valuable, friendships
that I truly do cherish,
Life, on this beautiful, but messy,
chaotic, dog-eat-dog, blessed existence,
would be more than hellish!
I love and appreciate
each and every one of you,
YOU!...who I call "A friend!"
I promise to love you all
unconditionally
until my very last breath,
until the very end!
And, from the hereafter,
infinite love to you all,
I will continue to send!
By Lady R.F. (C)2017*
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 7:37 AM UTC
I think of you in words that don't mean anything.
I think of you in places that don't exist.
To believe in reality is hard because reality is brazen and I've always been meek.
I see you in all the faces I see,
Some have eyes like yours, some have your hair.
Nobody has a smile like yours,
A perfect melange of shyness and mischief topped with genuineness beyond compare.
I hear you in all the voices I hear,
They all talk like you yet they don't.
They don't make sense to me,
Your voice made me feel like home.
I catch your fragrance when someone passes by,
That enticing smell of cigarettes and cologne.
Now she smells it everytime she hugs you,
It fills her head with euphoria and inexplicable bliss.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Religion’s constant undulation
The ever ‘holy’ consecration
Of the stereotypical faith
Strong but fleeting as a wraith
Ethereal things cannot be seen
And so true love is lost between
Acting it out professionally
Or giving it out abundantly
And genuineness is lost below
The weight of putting on a show
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
You played my heart
When I didn't know
That you were a coward
An award of aloofness
One that you wore along
That robe you hang on to
You played my heart
When I gave my all
My sincerity and core
A naive genuineness
One that I wear on my soul
The one you rolled downhill
You played my heart
When emotions strangled
My struggles to balance
As I closed off from love
The chorus of bluntness
The song you taught me
You played my heart
When you needed a muse
A bold and beautiful image
To ****** your taxed brain
A goal to hear me fall hard
As I lost guard of my life and all
You played my heart
When I felt I was going crazy
Effused with pain and cold
Strained and stressed
Lost in a jungle of the lonely
Gifted with battles and concepts
You played my heart
Then made me learn hard
That I was stronger than I was
That I was unique and visioned
That I was a capable phenomena
Able to pass on the pressed alleyway
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
They closed their thoughts.
Genuineness is unwelcome in this world.
Their purpose and cause remain hidden.
Smiling ironically with their sharp hearts,
they tied disappearing ethics with golden threads.
Now they invite you to the feast.
The milky blood of a thousand voices is served,
at the table's abundance of emptiness.
Who are they? Survivors,
shaped by silent consent,
walk through the vast field of lost values,
tainted with soulless conformism.
They are afraid, so afraid of their dark shadows…
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 6:56 PM UTC
1
**I like your light makeup,
mangled logic that never
served its intended purpose,
the svelte figure that creates
an awareness indelible on proportion,
and the intelligence you have
to keep it just as petite
all through the years
the out law male chauvinist, that lurks in me is pleased,
lopsided analysis of contemporary affairs
you make, allows me
to intervene, put you back to the track.
I dig the coiffure that makes the birds think,
its their nest, newly built.
Your purple prose I learned to like,
as it gets more and more evocative.
Syrupy songs you write, and sing
used to get one bored easily
no more, your emotions now are
more rooted and move me very much.
you know better than any one, how much I love bitter concoctions you cook.
2
But then
I realize that the cadence you create is unique,
you look life at its *** and frown,
your poems though rare, show plenty of evidence
of quirky charm, which I like.
Your weepy stories and convoluted plots too
I learned to like, all these are just habits, right?
They bear a stamp of your originality I can vouch,
love your starry eyes when each is filled with admiration,
for me in those special moments,
when I pull you out of quagmires
time after time.
3
I can't take eyes off your face,
exuding such innocence,
that vouches your genuineness,
each time that assures me that
you cannot ever be bad,
unless you want to portray
yourself that way cleverly.
Though not my cup of tea,
I love the gizmo culture you love,
your craze for computer games,
(though bit bizarre at this age!)
I enjoy it and get fascinated when you go too far.
You love to make love in the dark,
I later learned to appreciate its tactile advantages,
and encouraged you unleash the panther in you, on me
though I love to do it with lights on
so that we can see the rainbow
the moment it spreads on ,
till it dissipates and we dive deep in to sleep.
4
You touched my depth in a way different,
made it possible to love the woman you are-
the way you are, I love it
because, you are unique,with all imperfections
together we are complete.**
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
I saw a photograph in a room, the same place where we were supposed to lay down before. It is still fresh in my memory, and I can't help but smile whenever I remember it.
You were a person who avoided taking photos, and to get a shot, I needed to make my whole effort by saying how cute you are.
One night while we were staring at the sky, you took our photos, and I felt how happy you were. The smiles on your sweet face are genuine, and then you whispered, "I love you."
You asked me for a photograph, not knowing that it would be the last thing that I would hold whenever I missed you. I felt the pain of losing you. How am I going to face the world without you?
I won't see you forever in my eyes, and I will only reminisce about our memories together by that photograph. A lifetime where I could no longer touch you nor hear your voice.
My love, your genuineness is reflected by that photograph. If the world can't keep you, then I will keep you in my photograph. The love we shared has a special place in my heart. Until we meet again, my child.
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 7:35 PM UTC
*Love is her kiss
Beauty is her simplicity
Genuineness is her gift
Elegance is her walk
Weakness is her perfume scent
Intelligence is her passion
Confidence is her smile
Fragile is her eyes
Strength is her heart
Longevity is her trust
Fear is her pride
Amazing is her flaws
Perfection is...is her.*
**But who wants perfect? When she is..the best thing I never knew I needed. **
-Dougie Simps
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
'Just smile'- she said to me, just smile
And so i did...For her,
For 6 years my smiles were forever genuine,
For 6 years and only 6 years was i happy to be apart of this world,
For 6 years oh how my smile was genuine.
However, Little did i know that those 6 years were only a tease of happiness,
Little did i know that my genuineness was to be replaced with a cold façade.
6 years gone in a blink within only a night.
When 'he' came in and took my innocence with him,
'Just smile' she said just smile.
And so i did. For her
12 years i stand here smiling without emotion,
12 years i stand here smiling without the women who had given me such a demand,
12 years i stand here smiling when she never stood by her own words,
12 years i stand here hurting,
6 years stolen and never returned
12 years of keeping a constant, hard façade,
Praying for a change in the future years,
For i still stand here smiling, yes i'm just smiling.......
For me.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
I beseech you my brethren of universal extrapolations – can we please engage in open and articulate *********** without apprehensive projections?
Connection fails whenever intensity prevails, and genuineness bows the knee to supposed sustainment.
Now that we understand that the quest for independence and that freedom is not divorced from pack loyalty; I cross my legs and contemplate yogic restorations of astral attainment whilst sitars command conventionality.
So, let us converse in a manner which is soul to soul. Doesn't that just remind you of baked fish and fruit punch?
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
When hardship is the only way to learn
Sometimes, it is hard confront and return
But in these times, genuineness will appear
Genuineness of friendship and mind is clear
In these times, True friends will always believe
They'll always trust and they're not naive
As the change approaching, as the road bends
They still trust me, for they are my true friends
I will be with you, my genuine friends
When the day ends, we like to have trends
I will keep few, my genuine friends
The few will lasts forever and ever
Thanks for the few who are genuinely good to me...
July 8, 2014
10:58pm
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Even in bitterness
and deep despair,
I know I am on the doorstep of
great love.
Who, when asked to prove
the genuineness of their affection,
would draw back?
If asked to suffer for their ideals,
who would renounce them?
If I am suffering,
it is for a great cause,
it is to prove that I can live purely,
and feel purely,
unable
unwilling
to compromise
on fundamental matters
of both soul and heart.
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 2:38 PM UTC
*Burying Hope
Alongside Expectation...
Letting go -
This time,
Without a moment's hesitation.
Spent, are decades,
Looking into thine mirrors,
Which cast no reflection,
Letting go of all love,
Which comes without resiprocation.
Letting go of unrequited love--
Thy heart's greatest devastation,
Hast loved too much...!
Now, no more undeserving,
Complimentary love
And dedication!
Letting go
Of earthly needs and desires--
Substance, consistency and security
Are always lacking in thine direction,
Genuineness is most lacking--
More than just a fraction!
Left alone with empty words -
Words not followed by action!
To thine self I shall be true,
Hence, letting go...
Into thine Heavens
Thou shalt look and seek
Thy heart's and soul's
Only salvation.
~ I'm letting go.
By Lady R.F. (C)2018*
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
What's it like when you live with your soul
exposed bare each and every day,
surrounded by betrayal and deceit,
you cannot help being yourself.
Everyday you're let down by some,
lied to by some,
yet you give them your only weapon,
your only defense-
yourself-
your clean, unadulterated self,
that fails to fake, fails to hide,
that reveals its true colors
no matter how hard it tries.
You know they're not real,
and you think to yourself that you
do not care, you'll forget,
even if you don't forgive,
yet indifference is a lesson,
someone like you will never learn-
can never learn.
Because you keep your soul
exposed to the environs of this ***** ***** world,
Your soul is beautiful, it is crystal
inspite of breathing in this tainted, tainted air,
So, even though your truthfulness,
your blatant genuineness exasperates you yourself,
be proud that you are who you are,
because the real ones,
the misunderstood, the outspoken, the clumsy ones,
are the best there can ever be.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
You see yourself as less,
apologizing for fancied flaws & imagined improprieties.
I see the kindness of your heart,
desiring good for all those around you.
You see yourself as dark,
full of negativity & sarcastic statements.
I see in unguarded moments
the softness of your soul,
and genuineness of your generous heart.
You see yourself as undisciplined,
as lacking routine & constancy.
I see the strength of conviction
that guides your heart,
the self-made statutes of kindness that control you .
You are ever willing to condemn yourself
by some artificial standard of attainment
given to you by others,
who may not know your quintessence...
but I know you.
I love the life I see within you &
love to be connected to the wit & wisdom
& wondrous effervescence that are You.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
O Lord, holy is Your Name!
As one of Your many children,
my inheritance I openly claim.
Willingly I lift my voice in praise,
thankful for Your new mercies
and the warmth of the sun’s rays.
With genuineness of heart
and a simplicity of words,
I desire for Your kick start…
to begin this glorious day,
as I’m covered with blessings,
and faith’s fragrant bouquet!
Forgive me of my ignorance
and lack of spiritual understanding,
when I kneel before Your Presence.
Teach me Lord about true forgiveness;
etch its precepts into my heart;
allow me to remain covered by Thy holiness.
Bathe me with divine inspiration,
and cover me with Your Essence,
before I embrace… death’s cremation.
Thanks for meeting my earthly needs;
keep me focused on right priorities
and spreading your Word’s holy seed.
Help me share my poetic story
and touch the lives of others,
until I reach… Heaven’s glory.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Matt 6:9-13
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
The quest for both burial and resurrection are significant, as their flickering shadows of the self-depreciatory abyss chant their silent and hauntingly audible presence under the canopy of the ancient forest.
Let us celebrate the night together, as we are traumatically enveloped within an exposed and dialectical pronunciation during this classical and acoustic daylight romance.
Although I truly hate your love, I also reject your evident indifference.
This is the essence of feeling like a fake within the genuineness of our actual and perceived realities.
It is heaven-sent, like a feathered breed of unresolved investigations within our socio-political climate of assumed advancement, where the intensity of the beat gyrates her percussionist hips across ******* expressions of the cosmological sound barrier.
Concurrently, the tangible rhythm of nature’s pulse considerately consummates her forcefully placid interactions within the context of gender specific diversity.
It is all in the name of discriminatory wholeness, my friend.
Our ambivalent connectedness to that which is catastrophically uncertain reminds me of drawing curtains across this conglomerate dawn of darkness and uninhibited concealment.
Just look at our ornithological formation, where leadership spreads her wings with censored zoological resignations and simplistic wisdom.
You have truly lifted my soul within the complexity of this circuitry, and I wholeheartedly acknowledge that we are a myriad of expressions which cannot be adequately articulated within the thermals of our cosmological stratosphere.
Yet, there is a certain finesse to delinquency, and I have bridged the metaphorical gap across the chasm of divided entities, where we can embrace the cool and gentle breeze right at the fulcrum of unforgiving landscapes and shamanic pastures.
Like an artistic depiction of woodland serenity, we are engaged in this wonderful neutrality where it is all about the dance – otherwise known as the energy of modern choreography.
Epistemology can be questionable, where assumptions are sickeningly grounded within the soil of egocentric perceptions of supremacy.
Trust me, my seasoned partner of those astral plains of Nirvana: my lips are sealed in this putrid reconciliation of proclaimed opposites, which are said to mutually attract.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
i witnessed it traverse across and rip the sky open
in one big swoop
like my zipper when i
**** on the curb
careless
maybe if i cared less
it wouldn’t have affected me
this meteorite of reality
crushing all i have
i am nothing
for i am to them only
what i provide and prove
nothing more
give
give
give
silently stars cry
as we all enjoy and benefit
from the glimmer and light dance
as we all look away
while they dwarf into voids
there is a man
somewhere
in some corner of some bookstore
or bar or apartment building
filling his lungs and soul
with tar
while he wishes it was
the world
which he could watch
burn
instead of himself
and as he’s practically forced to pick a side
and pick another pick me girl
another job application
a college major
a plethora of healthy habits
yet still amongst so many
and so many choices
he sits alone
what brings despair is cheered upon
what he accomplishes is
stomped
like a bug
burned to dust
at mach speeds
the same curb he ****** on
graffiti on the wall behind it
it says
“live
love
laugh”
he
definitely
laughs
has he brought this
ying and yang of life
upon himself?
why does it all seem just bad
sometimes?
why is the joy and genuineness of people
so fleeting?
why is it ninety nine percent
utter ********
and the rest just
dark matter?
only sometimes
fluctuating into a
big bang
of the real
version of us
he tries to live
he tries to love
is there really a
*******
difference?
doesn’t one just **** you
quicker than the other?
or at least feels like it?
i’d rather laugh
i’ll just face the mirror
face them all
face all of it
and just
*******
laugh
it’s all
comedy
anyways
just let
me
****
and
laugh
in
peace
and
in
pieces
now that
is what
i call
a genuine
choice
and i call it one
as i call my own
horrible hypocrisy
it’s the only
*******
choice
left
Jul 29, 2024
Jul 29, 2024 at 2:44 AM UTC
Yet again, here I am, overthinking things that I shouldn't but it's hard to avoid not doing so when you're waiting for a huge change to happen.
My life is dull. Routines on top of one another. Daily conversations that ebb into nothingness and complete irrelevance, sometimes I forget what we even talked about.
The spaces in my head are occupied with peculiarity and distress and I am often dressed in a color that makes people presume that I am suicidal.
I have been in love, but I was never the lover who received genuineness from another. I was always the giver, emptying and deflating the lungs trapped in my rib cages. I released the life out of me for that person who considered me a girl and a friend, not the words put together.
The only time I am understood is when I sit behind a screen, mouthing out the lyrics while my eyes blink and speak. I drown away the letters on the keyboard and tower over them, replacing each with watery words.
Every evening, my breath paces back and forth the four corners of my room. Screen too bright to see what's around, and I wait in anticipation for the roof to collapse and surround me with its rubble.
Often times I wonder if my conversations will ever consist of importance. Whether my words will reach another person, instead of bouncing back to me, cutting through the skin and past my bones.
When will I ever empty out my lungs of oxygen?
When will I ever replace it with something of significance and worth keeping?
n.j.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
As quickly as it was,
the diamond shattered,
misunderstanding,
accidental and
simple mis-branding,
life paints me fragile,
and my song of songs
becomes a song for sorrow,
and poor standing.
Trying to understand why
my genuineness is always mistaken,
for slyness or demanding.
Say a prayer for the sparrows,
for the ones who fall and the Father sees,
say a prayer they return safely
at night, to their homes
in the trees.
-Dm 2017
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
I can feel the genuineness radiating off your words like the reactivity on Chernobyl. But we aren't trapped between melting glaciers falling apart with every movement of our lips. and you know me better than anyone. anyone who has touched my bones deeper than the marrow inside of them, but they never existed outside of you. you took shelter in my cells, feeding me with the healing tones of the words you send towards my heart, that make me stronger.
Because it's melting like the glaciers, but crumbling when weak and breaking like ice after an earthquake when my chest collapses on top of itself. You protect me from myself more than a bulletproof vest protects from bullets and environmentalists protect the earth. Maybe i have to scream at the universe to remind myself that my desires are within my grasp of reality. Even though my messages can't be delivered because the space program lost funding. But you're my rocket ship, my race car, my boat, my journey to the warmth that is your arms that melt the iceberg before it sinks the titanic.
The difference between us and glaciers, is that we aren't cold, and our break, won't last forever.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Pupils beamed with radiance,
and naive genuineness flowed
as the illusion of love came her way.
But behind the tugging of strings
was a skillful maneuver
with his foxy intentions.
As the strings were played
back and forth,
emotions began to be strangled
and the cords that were struck
created a melody
to the tune of his accordance.
The fortress began to whither
but he was tired of his own maneuvers
that he gave into dispelling his intentions
before the frontier guarding her heart collapsed.
Though the barrier to intimacy
did not collapse completely,
the intention of ones kindness broke,
the illusion of ones amiable action broke
as it became the an act
just to open the gate of letting one in.
Trust withered,
but hope seemed to still be lingering
as the good in them, she always saw.
But after multiple tries,
of her heart being played with.
It was locked,
to the ones who would come along.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC