"heartedness" poems
I often disregard the fact that people affect me the way they do
whether it be good or bad, I just can't shake the fact that people matter
So I'm really astonished by the fact that good people
or anyone really, are treated badly
Is it that we forget the Golden Rule at a certain age
such as when adolescence hits and our selfishness consumes us
or when things gets so bad that it's depression you can't escape
whatever it maybe, whoever it maybe
don't you think they'd appreciate a little kind-heartedness?
even if it ain't reciprocated,
even if they hate you,
even if they harm you,
look into the core of their soul
and let them know,
how their actions only reflect
how much hurt they have endured
and the fact of the matter is,
that they are loved,
it's ensured
even if they aren't.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
"Let us have love and more love, a love that melts all opposition, a love that conquers all foes, a love that sweeps away all barriers, a love that aboundeth in charity, large-heartedness, tolerance, and noble-striving, a love that triumphs over all obstacles, a boundless, resistless, sweeping love. Ah me!
Each one must be a sign of love, a sea of love, a centre of love, a sun of love, a star of love, a haven of love, a pearl of love, a palace of love, a mountain of love, a world of love, a universe of love.
Hast thou love? Then thy power is irresistible.
Hast thou sympathy? Then all the stars will sing thy praise!"
~ 'Abdu'l-Baha, Star of the West, VII:17, 19 January 1917, page 171
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
What comes
To mind when
I say the word
Beauty?
A model?
An athlete?
A movie star?
What comes
To mind when
You hear the word
Beauty?
The laugh?
The voice?
What comes
To mind when
You see the word
Beauty?
The smile.
The walk.
The eyes.
What comes to mind
When I hear the word
Beauty?
Sweetness.
Intelligence.
Cuteness.
Niceness.
Beauty, to me, is neither
Outer nor inner;
It’s both.
My beauty is a book
With chapters titled
Intelligence,
Cuteness,
Niceness,
Sweetness,
Outgoing,
With the final chapter
Of my beauty titled
Warm heartedness.
That’s my beauty…
What’s yours?
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
Auntie Em is calling….
I was just getting to love my Emerald City
The shiny feel of it, its sweetly diverse demi-monde.
Its shimmering green beauty and tranquil sense of safety.
The heels of my ruby red slippers were well & truly dug in.
But no, the state fair balloon stands before me tied up & ready to go.
A grand exclamation mark in my way if ever there was one.
And Toto for once has gone mute, no chance of a last minute hold up.
"Dorothy, Dorothy, where are you?"
I guess it must have been too fantastical a dream to be true.
A time for goodbyes.
I’m embracing the Lion telling him to always be proud of himself & not to walk unafraid.
The Tin Man’s gentle open heartedness I compliment him on as we both shed tears.
The Scarecrow I kiss and thank for his loyalty & grace under fiery pressure.
With a heavy heart, I climb that first tentative step on the block.
"We’re sick with worry over you"
I could be angry but the wise words of the mystic ring loudly in my year.
I do need to go back – My Auntie Em is really calling me.
Calling me back to the grey flatlands of home.
Back to the numbness of small town heteronormativity.
Where Twisters rarely every came by to sweep you away and save you.
I could only keep singing ‘Over The Rainbow’ in vain hope.
"Find yourself a place where you won't get into any trouble!
Unlike Dorothy Gale, this Dorothy left Kansas voluntarily
The long yellow brick road finally took me under the rainbow and on to my Emerald City
I no longer pined for home but knew all along that it would call me back one day.
And so here I am, drifting higher & higher away from my adopted home.
Perhaps I need to build a revolving door when I get there to pass through both worlds easily
Or perhaps bring something of the rainbow back to illuminate the grey-lands.
Or perhaps – in reality - some reconciliation between these worlds is in order.
Perhaps.
It’s time to slip on the ruby red slippers and prepare the way for Kansas.
Yes, this Dorothy has surrendered but
I always had the power to be me, my dear.
I just had to learn it for myself.
August –September 2018
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
Arm yourselves with shame... Humble heartedness; the gallows of Ego.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
All those stares everywhere I go,
Beating and burning the back of my head.
Can you even imagine being me -
“Different”, a minority?
Everything is changing as I am
Finding out what I am made of -
Giving me unending pride and
Hope for the future world -
Inspired by equality for all.
Just look inside my soul and
Know that I am not so bad.
Look at me and understand that
My name has changed and it is
Not the same as when I was born.
Operations will transform me into the
Person I am in my heart and in my mind.
Questions from you are welcomed,
Rudeness, however, can be left at the door.
Send your bitterness and hate away to learn
That not all people are the same.
Understand that I will always love myself and
Violence will never ever be the answer
When all I want is to be accepted.
X marks the spot on our hearts when
You have decided to wholly learn to
Zero out the hate in which our society takes a toll.
Zero out the cold-heartedness and
You will feel better about yourself.
X’s and O’s go to the people
Who love me for simply being me.
Victory unending goes to those who
Understand and love each other
Through the most difficult times -
Sorrow, hate, crimes, and pain.
Realize that we do not need help,
Quit telling us that we are mentally sick,
Pretty pretty please, with a cherry on top.
Oh, I hope and dream that the day is
Nearing when we are equal in each eye,
Minorities will cease to exist anymore with
Love that is pure and acceptance for all.
Knowing that each of us is not the same
Just simply goes to show that
I will never let you bring me down.
***** is not my name, never ever will it be.
Gender identity is not a choice -
Forgiveness, though, is a choice.
Educate yourself to gain knowledge.
Do not call me “dude” or ”man”,
Call me Unique, not my birth name.
By all means, you don’t have to love me -
All I ask is that you accept me for being me.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
We all can love and care about another as much as our heart* will allow; but when the people we love or care about does not feel the same... it leaves us all alone with the feelings we STILL have for those people. At a dead end, with no answer or directions on which way to turn.
It's always been an ugly truth that our heart's* wanted to hide from.
Our heart* already knows the pain that it's about to endure... everyone was born with that.
Our heart's* know instinctively to sense the emotional feelings from the other person or persons involved... whether we know it yet or not... rejection is soon to come...
Most people blow off the feeling of their heart* being swallowed by their stomach when something is gonna hurt their emotional state & somehow that percentage of people make it transparent to their every sense for the rest of their lives; Just so they can have control over the way they feel... still ignoring the fact that they're wasting precious time in their life... when they could be using those senses to wait for the right feeling to come along...
We hurt ourselves even more by denying that feeling from ourselves; over and over again... running into the same thing; the same feeling of being sad, the feeling of broken heartedness, the same emptiness & loneliness.... over and over again, wondering when the cycle will break.
In the long run though... after running around and receiving all that heartache and love-dump... we eventually end up sitting all alone contemplating... wondering what happened... and finally it dawns on us... we knew something would go wrong before it even ever did, because of that weird feeling our heart had that we'd ignored. Never ignore something that comes to you so naturally... that's what separates the best from the rest.
~Fresh off the Cut on~
~07/08/14~
~From The Mind of...~
~Crystal Rose~
*=the brain----- a heart can't truly sense anything but blood pumping thru... the brain is what links these emotions to our mind and body and makes it feel like we're sick from our attached feelings of attraction being rejected.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
All those stares everywhere I go,
Beating and burning the back of my head.
Can you even imagine being me -
“Different”, a minority?
Everything is changing as I am
Finding out what I am made of -
Giving me unending pride and
Hope for the future world -
Inspired by equality for all.
Just look inside my soul and
Know that I am not so bad.
Look at me and understand that
My name has changed and it is
Not the same as when I was born.
Operations will transform me into the
Person I am in my heart and in my mind.
Questions from you are welcomed,
Rudeness, however, can be left at the door.
Send your bitterness and hate away to learn
That not all people are the same.
Understand that I will always love myself and
Violence will never ever be the answer
When all I want is to be accepted.
X marks the spot on our hearts when
You have decided to wholly learn to
Zero out the hate in which our society takes a toll.
Zero out the cold-heartedness and
You will feel better about yourself.
X’s and O’s go to the people
Who love me for simply being me.
Victory unending goes to those who
Understand and love each other
Through the most difficult times -
Sorrow, hate, crimes, and pain.
Realize that we do not need help,
Quit telling us that we are mentally sick,
Pretty pretty please, with a cherry on top.
Oh, I hope and dream that the day is
Nearing when we are equal in each eye,
Minorities will cease to exist anymore with
Love that is pure and acceptance for all.
Knowing that each of us is not the same
Just simply goes to show that
I will never let you bring me down.
***** is not my name, never ever will it be.
Gender identity is not a choice -
Forgiveness, though, is a choice.
Educate yourself to gain knowledge.
Do not call me “dude” or ”man”,
Call me Unique, not my birth name.
By all means, you don’t have to love me -
All I ask is that you accept me for being me.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
-Love-
The quintessence of my being ails for the novel; the liberating; the metamorphosing elements of the terrene.
The philosophy of life has always been to search for the sacred truths with the passing of time; tempus.
The answers have been right in front of me.
The concept of finality has been an ailment of my mind; this malady had a paranoia inducing effect on me.
A surfeit of noxious thought can subdue one into nonexistence.
Never, no, rarely should one create a permanent state of tumult within their soul; one must look beyond what they first believe to be true.
-Love-
Without the absolute love, what is one?
The Divine has the Transcendental Power to heal all wounds…
-One must first ask-
The words have been lying here; stewing upon my tongue; awaiting a release for what has seemed to be an eternity.
In my mind the horizon has flashed before my eyes; a vivid vision of the world’s beauty has enraptured me.
Doves gliding off into the sunset; this must be a symbol of all the splendor that lies in store for me.
Enamorment; affinity; affection and all the virtuous elements of humanity have been consolidated in my midst.
They have been compounded before my eyes; a physical form has now been granted.
My heart now has a tangible source for the Elixir of World.
Blinded for but a moment, I departed into an alluring phantasy.
Unsure of where to search for a comrade, I looked to another plane of existence for solace.
There was an explosion of lust for what was once a forbidden dream of the kindest sort.
This dream, it was kind enough to grant me the strength to plow through all the turmoil of a scathing world.
I have given birth to a new feeling; a feeling of hope over the horizon.
How?
By allowing my deepest fears and latent intentions to be cast aside and to fade away into naught.
Earth is a constant melisma of unforeseen occurrence, pain, and heartache but it can also be a beacon for valor, gallant-heartedness, and altruism.
-Delirium is fading away from my consciousness-
My greatest fear has always been to grow and to exceed what I believed to be my true caliber.
Now the day has arrived for me to supersede all trepidation and to transcend the shackles of rigidity.
The storm clouds, they have departed.
The blossoms have begun to bud amongst the tightly packed soil of the terrene.
The sun has arisen from a nocturne of anticipation; this has effloresced into the genesis of a new dawn.
I have emerged from my cocoon and now the world seems so brand new to me.
I am prepared to soar high above the clouds.
I am a dove.
The horizon is mine for the taking.
I am a symbol of love.
From now, until the end of time,
Iridescently Efflorescent.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
maybe this is what you want
goodmorning to a smile
goodnight to a smile
humming in the heart of someone unfathomable
light hearted and untainted
maybe but only slightly
but just not enough
to feel the rigid edges
to know that they are always there
I dont deserve this
maybe thats it
your light heartedness
my soul merely corrupt and haunted
stained and discolored over and over
the same spots
by my life
my lovely life
that I accept and appreciate
for showing me what I know
a painful world that you never exsisted in is
where I spent my nights as a child
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC
hard heartedness is a terrible way to live
its a prison , a dungeon in the deepest darkness
no one gets to visit, and in the end no one wants to.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
the moment when you met was rather insignificant
but then someone told you that she liked you
and you realized that – hey – you suddenly liked her too.
and so you expectedly courted her
kissing her at moments that you did with previous girls
telling her old sentences
recycling plainly hidden stories from your childhood:
one showing your good heartedness
one about your embarrassing marching band days (without forgetting to mention your pop-punk band now)
and, of course, the first girlfriend tale that makes you seem vulnerable.
and through these, you reveal things to her that other girls, now decaying in your mind, have known for many many months.
yes you hook up
and the *** is up to par
and there’s some appeal to the overall lack of trying involved.
you date as obligation
and you somehow convince yourself that you love her
because feeling wanted feels so **** pleasant
and her lack of intrusion on the rest of your life is pretty convenient overall.
and out of complacency this love takes hold
or at least solidifies like an algae bloom
and you grow tired for settling
and she gets exhausted from caring
and everything stagnates to a perfect balance.
your blood hardens to plastic
so the your muscles can no longer fight
against the unsettling comfort of the life
you said you’d never lead.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 11:23 PM UTC
I hear your lyre cries
I hear your grief and sorrow
I hear your love for me.
You refuse to listen as they tell you
That I am too far beneath the surface
Trapped in the clutches of death's flames.
My beautiful minstrel, no longer incandescent
Do you think Apollo would be proud of what you've come to?
You roam around with your lyre of gold,
Yet you have killed your flame for love lost.
I miss the way you enchanted all of Greece with your melodies
You now make the gods and goddesses weep in pity;
You make the flowers wilt and die of sadness,
You make even the sirens wail of broken heartedness as
they drive away the sailors who were once enchanted by them.
Do you see the beautiful might of the songs you sing?
O Orpheus, listen to me when I tell you to stop searching for me:
Do not enter the caves and traverse the darkness once more
A darkness you are not meant to be in,
Darkness you are too precious for.
I hear your lyre cries
I hear your grief and sorrow
I hear your love for me
And I am sorry I could not come back with you...
But listen now, my love
Although you long for me still
I am now the only thing in your world
That your music cannot bring back to life.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
I used to write to wend my way out of the darkness,
to talk myself out of the sadness,
to cure my broken heartedness,
but now I find that
Because you took my heart in your hands
and because you bared and repaired me
I have only joy.
I alone hold the joy of your freckled skin,
I alone know your virtues
and I alone hold your sins.
I alone know your tenderness, your truth,
and I alone have you, and
You, alone, carry my burdens and my vices,
hold my laughter and my care,
and you alone have brought me here.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Bodhisattva
Boundless energy
Eternal Light
Gone beyond all fear
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form
Buddham saranam gacchami
Dhammam saranam gacchami
Sangham Saranam gacchami
I have come to help all beings
And deep inside
I have the most wondrous heart
I must cultivate Ren
Human heartedness
Virtuosity
Know the male, but keep the female,
Being the universal river-valley,
Being the the universal river-valley,
One has the eternal virtue [te] undivided
And becomes again as a child
They tried to banish me
No No No
Boundless light,
Boundless energy
Ten-thousand eyes
Never tire of seeing
I will return
I must help all sentient beings
In giving
I will receive the greatest gift!
Buddham saranam gachammi
Dhammam saranam gachammi
Sangham saranam gachammi
Love
It's love
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
The factory will devour me
With its hungry mechanical
Guttural, industrial heart
Machine beating out
Perfect plastic product
The metal monstrosity
Pounding out heat
Creating hard heartedness
Beating and feeding on
Human sweat and flesh
Self-sacrifice to fulfill
Your family need
Eight to twelve hours
Life becomes cheap
Ate up by the factory beast
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Fiery mind
or icy veins
can be a downfall all the same
Cold heartedness
or burning passion
can lead to similar dissatisfaction
As the storm clouds start to form
my blood simmers to lukewarm
all that I was fighting for
doesn't matter anymore
I must disown the love I sworn
for this dysfunctional repertoire
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
Burning like sun, what makes you as sun..
Enthusiasm like yeast, will make your hope to shine..
True beauty will never fade, even when darkness surround..
Let us rise this moment that will ever shine, as tomorrow will never be in our hand..
As whole heartedness, keep the shine of soul..
Let the inner strength fulfill the dream of goal..
Shine your light, as like a candle..
And like a candle, you shine in night..
Let the tone of your music, play with your talent..
And the beauty of yours, shine from within the soul..
Let your light shine, like the lighthouses..
Let your each day shine, with its glorious moments..
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
Humpty Dumpty
Sat on a wall;
Humpty dumpty;
This stories not about him at all;
But rather a tale
Of a heart gone askew;
A tale of pain; broken heartedness
And nothing new
A heart bathed in blood,
In pain and misdeeds,
A heart bathed in insecurities;
And its doubts that it bleeds;
So this heart;
It was bandaged;
Fixed up but never again new;
This heart of bled tears;
all emotions did rue;
Till the faithful day it came across a wall;
A wall so high; so spiked and jagged;
It pinched and bruised and tore
The heart ragged;
But the heart did it climb
To get to the top;
It refused its beats of its pain;
And it refused to stop;
The wall it was heavy; large and stone cold;
But this heart knew this wall
That was its fears in a solid mould;
But this heart;
It was cracked; it was bleeding till dry;
Its beating was slow now;
More a whisper than a cry;
Till the heart stopped beating;
Let go and fell into the sky;
All this humpty dumpty watched from his seating;
As the heart fell to its silent lullaby;
Till the heart hit the ground;
Lay there stone still;
Without a sound;
Just wallowing in forgotten will;
And all the kings horses,
And all the kings men,
Could not put back together;
What was the hearts final end.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:05 PM UTC
Love
Inner calm
Loving compassion
Kind-heartedness
Falling and ceasing, not rising
Benevolence toward all beings
Unconditional love
Patience and understanding
The Tao is like water
It nourishes all beings
Like water it is good
It nourishes all
Like water it sinks to the low place
Not claiming credit
Water flows downhill
Non striving
Humility, forgiveness
Peace be with you
Love
Love for all people
In all times and places
Loving nature
Go with nature
In giving we receive
Love
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
Sometimes I turn my head
showing my pain by averting my eyes. Nothing I've
done to deserve this, by how you treat
my old words becoming something static.
Many mistakes made cannot be
mended though I owe myself a smidgen
of humanity. So when these eyes crave a
golden horse for lost carriages and
then lash from dissatisfaction you can soothe
in my silence and disbelief for hole heartedness.
© April 22nd 2014
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
What is music? The heart rendered? What life
Is to a dream? The eyes object in rapture?
What is the soul's shell, but a half note hollow
Contained with music? Art is cold—
Echo, mute repetition, poor traits for nine
Dead muses of memory, a fiction after
The fact, nor can there be a shelf for credence
Without cadence. And though the painter's eyes
Remember rainbows colour, his hands forget
All, save black and white. Though the sculptor sees
The vein of nudes within the sparkled rock
That stone, still, looks back with grieving half-
Heartedness.
The chambered heart is beating,
The droning gales are sighing, but like the one bird
Who flies three ways— before and after song,
My middling wings pronounce two kingdoms part
Music. The felt fingers of rain consort with well-
Tempered earthly quays and everywhere there is
There is the bright organic instrument—
And actuality is sidled with dead metaphors.
Music is but purest feeling given air to,
The mind soothed, the spirit seduced and a quell
For ache of heart, music is pure making—
Existence itself, another plain, a well dressed
Traveler, a border with life—
Body and spirit, who hand in hand and each
With each, are bound as wings are paired;
One flyer soaring.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Republican Jesus is not all that keen
on feeding the poor
to tell the truth
food-stamps lead to dependence
don't they,
Republican Jesus winks & nods
at wives on the side
third wives
& trophy wives
oh good luck to you son
on that one,
Republican Jesus hates softness
& gentleness
& just plain kindness
it reeks of communism
& caring
& sharing,
Republican Jesus will **** for Christ,
sleep with his guns,
caress his ammo
his lock, stock & barrel,
tongue bullets
not wafers,
Republican Jesus loves money
loves money a whole bunch
gets excited
over money,
caresses himself
while watching
Lives of the Rich and Famous,
Republican Jesus has a private jet
with gold commode
& caviar,
sips the very best
of everything,
& feels no pain.
Republican Jesus has flipped it all around,
all the love for the destitute,
the feeding of the five thousand,
the humility,
the simple loaves & fishes,
Republican Jesus has the ethics of
a hyena
& the honesty of
the cuckoo bird,
the warm-heartedness
of a hungry great white,
the vision of a mole,
& the promise
of a golden future
built upon the backs
of the less
fortunate.
Republican Jesus is the real deal
isn't he!
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC