"meaningfulness" poems
land's moniker
mulls utmost care
Kalinga
branding the ox
of men with glaringly
immaculate chiaroscuro,
atop hills flourishing
with the fruits emblazoning
reticence.
chase angel-ward, the synopsis
of meaningfulness,
jagged, indelible accoutrement
akin to the brand of
chaste heritage,
galvanizing this epitaph
with aesthetic nativity,
gallant mambabatok - fill my bones with the ache of your past,
carve in me what the rippling
shrill of air has toppled
in the highlands
you have us shaking the blood
of this archipelago like boughs
breaking free from water's ebb,
frenzied by the river-warm
serpentine embellishment
the strike of the thorns
mints in our untouched bodies!
altogether in this numerous hike
we go in pursuit, hunting the
nibble from flesh to bone,
revealing the rebel, body
to soul.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
for every action defined
there are infinite that remain
utterly unnamed and
are vitally spoken
in whispers on the
pieces never lived.
these incalculably splintering,
passively accumulating,
terrifyingly ungrasped possibilities
compile and cache
and compress and comeback
in the saddest seconds,
where one can merely conject
their meaningfulness,
realizing that there
is infinity in everything
and therefore potential
even in the kinetic.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
There is someone who I love
Someone who hurt this Christmas
And there are many others out there
Who are bereft of the brightest warmest sentiments the heart can experience
While the rest of us are ignorant of these happenings
All wrapped up in presents and drinking cheers
We fall short of being grateful for having somewhere to belong
For some the winter in their hearts is not nearly over when the holiday season is over
They are hurt from within and have yet to find somewhere to belong
It is sadness which confines me
The thought that my loved one goes sick
From within every Christmas
To think the winters in my love's soul
Are but shared by so many around the world
Yet the rest of us are careless, selfish and blinded by our needs
How many Christmases and winters would I spend in hurt and suffering
Just so that the one I love felt right at home for one Christmas night
How forgetful are we that a warm room and a petty meal
Might be a human necessity to subsist through the winter
But love and a sense of belonging is all that keeps us alive
We can not afford to not touch lives
And share our love and kindness with everyone
My loved one, if you ever fear you're alone
Don't worry God knows where you belong
If anything in my heart there is a place for you
If you feel alone you can belong with me
Strangers and enemies if you feel alone you can belong with me
Let us all be fearless in our efforts to share our blessings
We can not afford to not let others know they belong with us
It is a vicarious pain which I have come to assimilate as my own
The hurt which the one I love feels at times
And which many others feel all the same
The world is full of another type of hunger and yearning
Thus we shall not weaver in a journey
To help others find meaningfulness in their lives
And help them feel like they belong
If I could only accomplish to make the one I love feel a sense of belonging...
And if you feel like you can't make another feel like they belong
Because you yourself feel alone in this world
Please never give up the fight
Look within your self and know
There is someone out there like me
Yearning and waiting to let you know
Here...you are loved
Here...you are meaningful
Here...you belong
Look at a stranger's eyes and smile
Look within in their soul and find solace in their existence
There are more than six billion souls out there
And although on the outside we seem different
In the end we are all connected and we belong
Jun 14, 2011
Jun 14, 2011 at 5:38 AM UTC
My fingers danced across your skin
Dipping across valleys
Sliding down chasms
You radiate warmth and love
Filling me to the brim
Our hearts beat erratically
We cannot turn away from this
We stick together
Bonded by sweat and memories
We cry out each others names
Tasting salt and meaningfulness
We no longer act as two
We have absorbed each other
Returning to the beginning
Sinning.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Good morning, good evening, good night.
If only one person to send this to.
They've no care for many that care say it to them.
Mute are half the expressions in my mind.
Fighting not to wonder my place.
Where may I fall, how can I tell.
Its only dementia to think I'm just an afterthought.
Surely, I know I'm more than that.
Or am I only debris awaiting to be salvaged and rebuilt.
Trying is not a crime.
But prying from thine time is grim.
Walking the streets with my feet and mind doesn't assail the pain.
Yes I've committed a crime
but sure HE wont leave me no day alone.
Not even the one YOU sent
To rest my head on is always there.
Not even my friend, to no one I can lay it on them.
Working favors those are all the words
The exchange of tongues use
No one really cares if this is
A real good morning, good evening, or good night.
Its just a prefix or suffix for the favor they've asked.
For there's no answer soon, later, or after
If I just say it because I meant to say it.
Good morning, good evening, good night.
Guess its avoidance of the void in the meaningfulness of such words.
If someone cared and I needed you to respond
Guess its better not to lead a farce and leave me in silence.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 4:30 AM UTC
Night is just night,
without it being told that
it should be dark
and sunless.
It is what it is,
by its own definition.
It does not need stars to shine
In order to make darkness meaningful.
Still, the stars shine.
They do what they do
Without self-acknowledgement,
They simply do.
Be.
Like night and stars
And meaningfulness
And Self-acknowledgement.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC
She works at the Flower Shop
selling Roses to the young boys
selling Lilies to widow'd women
selling
white ones
red ones
purple ones
orange ones
She works at the Flower Shop
Clipping the stems of the Lilac
Sweeping the Flower Shops hard wood floor
Insects with wings get inside of the Flower Shop
Insects with wings hide in the openings of the flowers
She listens too the small radio
Attached to the wall
That is painted white
This color
This hue
This brand of Light
Does not compliment her complexion
The Flower Shop's painted white walls are too compliment the complexion of the flowers
Their colors
Their height
Their thickness
Their meaningfulness
The Radio attached to the wall plays Beethoven
The Flower Shop is full of
Insects
Flowers
Beethoven
and White Painted Walls
and a Girl
Who waters the flowers
Who goes outside to smoke her 100's
Who sees the Flowers die
Rust brown and gray
bending towards the ground
The Flower Shop Girl
Shooting up ******
While Laying on the
Flower Shop's hardwood floor
freshly swept
next to the Amaranthine flower
filled with insects
*Beethoven
Sonata No.14
Movement No.3*
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
i wait
and i
wait
and i
wait
for you to respond
and i watch you
and i think
wow
is he going
to say something
that he means
for once?
then you open your
meaningless
chasm
smile
shakily
tell me
goodnight
and that you love me
as an after thought...
sometimes i think our life consists of
the antics
of
an after-thought
theatre troupe
oh well
i guess i love you too
in a meaningless
sort of way
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC
What meaningfulness
Of historical process
That undermines itself
With irrelevant ineptitude
Of the unpredictable
Concatenation of events
A resolution sought
Less with human intention
Than with achievement
Of contending collapse
Of its experience
And reflects the
Divine informalities
Of exuberant desire
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
"the encompassment of these words is stunning; existential angst in a fruit, or section thereof hurtling into space. makes sense though, if i lived in a runaway time capsule, i'd want fruit too, perfect or no. nice poem"
Say what?
Take a noun and make it noun-er.
Take philosophy and dress it down.
Take a fruit, an orange, section it, throw it into space, then agonize over its rightness of being.
Thee musn't feel that one's overuse of semi-archaic phrases and punctuation lessens the actuality of the expression being made. Indeed, it serves only to encapsulate the soundness of thine understandingness and thine expressions of agreement-oneness with the effervescent bubbliness needed to attract one's readers to continue with their reading of one's liturgy of the meaningfulness of the outerworlds and innertimes. Throw in Gaia, underworlds, swords and flames. Trees with names. socks with shoes. Oftentimes these travel through the continuum side by side, yet unencumbered with knowingness of the other, unembraced by the unembraceable.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
What meaningfulness
Of historical process
That undermines itself
With irrelevant ineptitude
Of the unpredictable
Concatenation of events
A resolution sought
Less with human intention
Than with achievement
Of contending collapse
Of its experience
And reflects the
Divine informalities
Of exuberant desire
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
God don't leave me behind
I'm not a ******
And I'm no thief
You show me love
Through every way
You know how
And ignore you, all the same
I don't acknowledge you as much as I should
Yet you bless me
I try to mend broken hearts
I care for those who don't care about themselves
I strive to make this world a better place
Isn't that enough to hear at least a word
I wished I loved you as much as my lover does
But I don't want to love you because I'm afraid my lover will eventually leave me if I soon don't
Although not loud enough to drown my praise and love for you
Small thoughts linger in my mind wondering if there's anyone out there hearing my pleas
I want to edify people's lives
But what good am I without you
But all the same I ain't no saint or priest
Can I deal with not believing in you?
If not you, than who or what
I'm distraught, and falling apart
Yet when I forget to remember you are there
I seem to be alright
What if I get to the point where you completely leave my mind
Nonsense, hope I fear not that thought
Strip me down and take me bare
Take everything away from me
And give it to someone who deserves it more
Perhaps my lover is overdue for your bliss
I know I ain't no one to demand you show yourself to me
Make me miserable and take me on a search
Trouble me until you show me light or let me die
I don't want to be voluntary to your love
You must force me to focus my love on you and no one else
How can this burning love and pain for humanity
Be randomly in my soul
Surely, there's something that's pushing me there
And that has to be you
My carnal body sins and I'm ashamed
But if you really want to show your love
Control my mind
My body ain't worth a dime
But my soul screams I want out!
There is a spirit in me and its searching for that place it belongs
The thought of a mechanism in the psychology of my mind
Faintly lingers while I research myself
Pure intentions then fight with cynicism invading the border lines
But how can man manufacture the soul
Am I being cynical for thinking maybe someone has or soon will
God is there a point in not believing in anything
Converting and finding myself in such a way is just a game
How can there be meaningfulness and purpose without faith
You have to be real but why don't I consider you in everything I do
Life is going so fast
I stray away from hearing
Music praising your name
Because I'm ashamed that I haven't prayed today
Suddenly I get annoyed
Why? Because I'm reminded to thank you for keeping me alive
You should be the center of my day
I'm sorry
In your love I want to change
And I don't want to feel guilty about being with the one I love
God don't leave me behind
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 7:02 AM UTC
MMMMmmmmmm......
MMMMmmmmm.......
MMMMMmmmmmmelancholy melodies of misery, Mish-mashing memoirs in my mind.
MMMMmmmmmmmmistakes of my mademoiselle misshapen maladies, messing with my mental mire.
MMMmmmmmomentous man might made minute by mammary marching miseries.....
MMMmmmmmy oh my – my many marching miseries.
MMMmmmmmakes me miss the mystery in meeting..... Months of magical moonlighting...... .....mind you masterful mating!!
Mmmmmindlessly meshing membranes of moderately matching mettle.
MMMMmmmembering my moods and modes........messy and mostly misty as my mind makes it mildewed mould.
MMMMMmmmissed OH SO MADLY, if I may........ is the mercilessly milked MEANINGFULNESS in the mentioned misbegotten mismatches....
MMMMmmmmind you.....my merry moot mistakes.
MMMeeeee??? Meh!!! maniacally meek....moreover......momentarily MAD.....
MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm.......
5-03-2010.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
If you realise that birth is just
scratches on paper, and fewer
lines scratched on stone.
When you pass. Reflect that your
epilogue of living a meaningfulness
life to its fullest.
Than just a few words
on stone.. R.I.P
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC
I can write the loneliest lines
Because I feel them in my bones
The whirr of machinery a dull noise in me
A reminder of my situation as
I sit and face a placid screen
And each key that is pressed is a hammer fall to my center
Reminding me of the lack of
Meaningfulness in my mind
I can write lines
Like
The wind chills my heart further as I exist in silence with the night
Because I realize then
That the empty is made more so by the lack of you
And so I sit and write as if this were a conversation
I sit and I write as if I’m not dreaming
But that's the irony
Dreams and stardust are all that I live for
For in the solitude I dream of companionship
For in the void I dream of being filled
For in the loneliness, in the night and in the silence
I dream of you and you alone
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
The profits all just look away
And nevermind the world today.
Wherefore are philosphical words
Upon the lips of the transgressed against,
The meaningfulness of their minds
Never to be understood?
This I cannot understand.
I can still remember how the energies felt
When they washed upon me and brought me to this consciousness.
I can still recall when I was you.
All at once it happened to me.
Once the light of awareness burned it's mark upon my brow
I became anew.
I understand that all is everything it seems.
That tear in your eye means that you are on the verge of truth.
Nothing matters but the quality of the moment in which I live.
As soon as it is here, it is gone.
Enough, the bittersweetness of thought, tonight!
Release me from thy grip.
I have better things to process.
Dancing on the lifeline,
Flying in the dirt,
Mixing into puddles
Resembling the sky.
Everything is nothing,
Nothing everything.
The truth is but a lie
Not looked in the eye.
Never fear to paspaser.
The fearful will never truly know what it is to rule.
The servant is the master.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
Speak not for the sake of reaction.
Speaking is to take action.
Speaking requires contribution.
So why anonymously contribute?
How can a speaker write without someone to listen?
When the audience is the thinker’s heart it shall not matter.
Not by the power of the words one uses.
But by the power of the meaningfulness.
Relevance to self is all that matters.
Because relevance to self is what created the idea in the first place.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 3:38 PM UTC
I wish I had known
I was only a diversion
You were that too
But your meaningfulness grew
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
I looked around me.
Examining my surroundings.
I failed to see love.
Bountiful love.
I asked myself a question,
Which seemed to be up for discussion.
“How do I change this?”
Peace is dwindling.
Life is being shortened instead of prolonged.
They claim that it is a choice, although I beg to differ.
Now all I see is love diminishing.
Yet, I strive to change that.
Put an end to this suffering.
Negativity has such an awful stench.
Thoughts - be made pure.
Desires - be made pure.
Emotions - be made pure.
Remove the dying twigs from the soul.
Their departure is a breath of fresh air.
Forget this excessive living.
The less fortunate...
To truly comprehend the meaningfulness of their existence.
Begin to understand the depth of their suffering.
The depth of our suffering.
Mental anguish.
Physical anguish.
Emotional anguish.
Although we are unaware,
our desires blind us.
A lesson- to be content with our blessings.
The passiveness of our generation.
Meanwhile, minds are being polluted.
Please pay attention, you who wish to accomplish
The mind is an intricate field.
A battleground.
Let me be at peace.
At peace with myself..
At peace with all.
Clarity is what I seek.
He - A guide through obstacles.
A lantern of hope.
Reach out and extinguish self reliance.
Rid us of prideful ways.
Lead me not to doubt.
Lead me not to question.
My mind- Refreshed
At last, my soul is cleansed.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
of a lengthy discourse
he did verily imbibe
twas truly a prolonged
kind of scribe
a succinct version
he could have easily writ
to convey the meaningfulness
of the message he wanted to knit
ever did the wordage
keep on continually rolling
there twas little or no break
from the tiring scrolling
on and on
and well beyond
oh how he delighted in holding us
with his infinite bond
some pruning and trimming
twas needed on his expansive stanzas
as the dashed things
were growing like ivy bonanzas
nowt did stop him
he pursued an exhausting trail
without reigning in its
million mile grail
the reading journey he took us on
did stretch out
of that there is most certainly
no doubt
his next installment
twill be another extended sound byte
one which will linger
unto the late hours of night
one awaits to sight and marvel
with much anticipation
at him displaying
his protracted dissertation
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
Witnessing imperfection at it strongest,
Seeing a contestant battle to be on top.
Observing dignity abandon principles,
Using the sword of honor for greediness.
Stabbing others to get ahead,
Putting one’s desires before righteousness.
I am also a sinner committing disloyalty,
As a flawed man living with human ambition.
When betrayal creeps up on the mind,
We must remind ourselves to stay faithful.
Dedicating our quest to a virtuous reason,
Or else evil destroys the meaningfulness of cause.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
My mind feels empty, empty of purpose, meaning,
Empty of the will to act on the world,
What is the world,
A stage of actors that moves timewise towards oblivion
A sphere of energy or motion,
Moving where?
And where am I moving in it
Where do I need to be
Do I need to be anywhere
Is there a meaningful difference between here
Or there, or there,
Between being at a friends house,
Or in jail,
Between being in Colorado or Kazahkstan
I mean it sort of matters,
Like how an ant prefers to be in the anthill
Instead of the ocean
But then is it just preference,
Or is purpose, and place, merely a function of existence
Is it necessary that I be a human, and act like a human
Because I'm a human?
Is my destiny tied to that?
So is my destiny just to be me, because I'm me,
and then someone else will be themselves, and that's just it
Society is just a bunch of selves, attempting to be themselves
and creating a standard of self, based on themselves,
Perpetuating a form of being that seems convenient,
And also somewhat meaningless
So if being me, is only important for maintaining the illusion
Of the meaningfulness of me.
Then is there meaning in being someone else,
Or in being something else?
Or being somewhere else?
Or is that just a shade of the same thing
Is there even meaning to the word meaning in the personal sense
Or is meaning so tied to essential function,
That to be meaningful, or live meaningfully
Is just to be as you as you can be?
And that's enough?
Or is it to become yourself, and then to choose what means you?
To decide what you mean, as a function, as a person
To yourself
To others?
I don't know,
I'm just asking for a friend.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
To be conscious and aware,
what a greater gesture of suicide,
what an alternative to happiness,
what a solution to meaningfulness.
To be conscious and aware,
the act of killing a magical existence,
the purpose of morose joy,
a waste of time.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
i struggle throughout the day to find any semblance of hope or kindness that can show moving forward at all is worth the time, effort, pain, and grind to simply exist
i tremble at the most nuanced implications; i become cold, and my skin aches with sheer terror over being alive, striving to comprehend between each sunrise and sunset why the desolation hasnt taken me as of yet
and then the plot comes, and i break
each and every time i begin to feel the tangible sensation of worthlessness and hopelessness i cry; alone, harboring diligent conviction for everything i wish i could do
the actualization of mortality is an ever-present ghost haunting me where i rest, where i sleep, where i walk among the growing crowd of grey, listless faces. it overcomes my efforts, it drowns me in subjugating thoughts, flights of fantasy for the dream to give something meaningful; to drive change in a place, for things and people, that could bring goodness or kindness to them too; to deliver unto my own being a sense of purpose and meaningfulness that surpasses the mass mediocrity which suffocates this world and transcends my own hope to do good unto the world at large into something more powerful than words, or wishes, or dreams
i become overwhelmed with the cost of being alive, the choking sensation of doubt which derives through strife and worry for all things monetary which beguile any path towards meaningful philanthropy
in this world, only the rich can afford to live or be free of worry, and i wasn't designed for this world to begin with; i wasn't meant to be, literally, and yet i wasn't given chance or love to find the means for myself before the miring angst and pain which stifled me had made me succumb to it, as such
every choice begets a driving fear which cripples any means to move forward
i have been behind in everything, from everyone, for so long that it becomes painful to even think to wake another day, and the sombre grasp of reality that what given chance or hope or intent i could ever have for others, let alone this world, come crumbling down in an avalanche of susceptibility, vulnerability, and agonizing defeat - i wish nothing more, in those moments, to end my life
nothing and nobody would miss me so that it would hinder their efforts - there could be zero affect in the long run, something which i find peace in knowing: at least it wouldn't be of any loss to the grand scheme, or the short run
i would leave, as i was meant to never be to begin with
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC