"selflessness" poems
Tender oversized hugs made of never ending love.
A broad smile bought belly laughs time and time again.
Aching cheeks from a dose of over indulged happiness.
Always larger than life.
Life and soul.
Our life and soul.
Deep set wrinkles from a lifetime of worry.
Never stopping to rest.
Fussing here pampering there.
Your selflessness and determintion to enjoy life knew no bounds.
You enjoyed the next generation of
the family as much as the last.
No longer disabled and heaven
rejoices at the return of an angel.
The last of your generation.
Reunited with long lost relatives.
We feel your love Nan
We always have.
We always will.
Till we meet again....
Good night
and
God Bless.
X
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
All around me, I see endless fear.
Fear of heights, sure, fear of scuttling things
Fear of darkness, fear of bites
Fear of brightness, fear of fights.
This is the fear we can display
Because it’s little, simple, understandable.
But the fear I really fear
That we all let consume us
Is deeper,
Darker,
Cold.
It’s the fear of friendship, fear of love,
Fear of what’s ahead of us
But even more of what’s behind us
Fear to see what’s really beyond
The faces we all fake.
Fear of the unknowable
Fear of what we know
Fear of speaking out or up or for
Fear of conforming to something more
Fear to test the limits
Fear to taste the truth
Fear of what’s uncomfortable
Rather than the deception of comfort
Fear of what to do
Fear of striving for perfection
When perfection’s so unattainable.
Fear of to leave what has been known
Fear of what has been done
Fear to see past fabrication,
Fear to show the truth.
I’m talking fear of emotion
Or fear of not feeling enough
Fear of silence, but worse,
The fear of candid words.
Fear to look someone in the eye
And say, “I know you,
And I care for you.”
Fear to let someone see the darkness that comes with your light
Fear of rebelling though it’s time someone did
Fear of doing what you want and know
Because of what someone told you you should
Fear of being who you are
Because every day everyone is telling you
What to do and who to be
And what is acceptable
And what is not.
I’m talking fear of having an opinion
Because someone will shoot it down
Fear of defense or service or selflessness
Because someone won’t approve.
Fear to accept because of fear of acceptance
Fear to truly love someone
Because it’s risky,
And you never know
What someone else really feels.
I cry for the fear of
Every person who can’t be
Who they are and who can’t
Let people see them in their entirety
Because after all everyone urges
And persuades and demands and values
And idolizes and expects,
You don’t even know yourself,
Because you've been too busy
With trying to be so many different
“Someone Else"s.
I ache for this relentless fear.
I mourn the stagnancy of the condition
Of the human soul who is so afraid
To let go of fear
And BE somebody,
To do something or say something, or simply believe,
That the only thing they truly trust
Is the familiarity
Of fear itself.
That’s why fear is frightening
That’s why we should be afraid of fear
Because it stops us, cages us,
Bars us behind the façade we display
And muffles the words of our heart.
I see these things and wonder
Why can’t they change?
Why can’t this need to fear be erased
From the human condition?
And I realize it’s because everyone
Is afraid.
And I’m so afraid too.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Metallic-, ionic-, covalent bonds.
Persisting still proving, able to break.
The forces assured, the pressures endured,
the attraction unequal, results left uncured.
Surely there exits an unbreakable bond,
created by a wand from a paranormal pond.
A connection not so rare, sharing DNA in our hair.
A bond assuring trust, selflessness and care.
Not even death, can break a bond that strong
and this may seem unfair, science points to wrong
but this is no illusion, my doubts are less than low
I do not have to prove, what I already know.
Its far beyond a feeling, description left unknown.
This bond is right beside me, never am I alone.
I do not need an idol, I do not need a god.
Impossible to forge a key, it's not that type of lock.
My brother is my hero, my brother is my rock.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
Are those grocery bags heavy?
Here, let me give you a hand.
WATCH OUT!
You might fall!
Do you want to take my plane ticket?
Take it. I don't have time for vacation.
Thank you so much for this check!
Anything to help the homeless.
Thanks for donating so much!
Kids need books, don't they?
You have helped out so much!
All in a day's work.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Be Lost In The Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: Oh prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from God’s grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an *** my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ***
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
i wonder, at what age
you became out of my reach;
i wonder, if i even
tried reaching for you
i know that history leaves its mark on everyone
(but not many have been hurt by the tracks
left behind in the dirt
like you have)
you can sit there for days, weeks, months
while we contemplate your fate,
tossing the choices in our hands
like dice
you hear the word expendable
mumbled in countless conversations
and wonder, at what age
you became in our reach
you think of the family you left behind
and hope they will find their way to tennessee
to a better life that is
quiet. peaceful.
will they miss your selflessness;
your keen, incisive way with words;
the bumps and hills of your rough skin;
the smell of your perfume?
i miss your evergreen smile;
your poetry;
your skin against mine;
the wonder in your eyes
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
I thought I could trust you
With my hopes
My dreams
Secrets
But no
You turned them against me
Told the words I whispered
Cried and shouted
Spoken in
Confidence
With one single note
You have betrayed me
Hurt me
Wounded
Cutting
Deeper than any flesh wound
Now because of your childish pride
And your stubbornness
It is I who is being punished
Who has to live with your mistakes
You have cost me
More than you know
You’ve been banished from my parent’s lives
Not that I really blame them
For all the harm you’ve brought
them
Now that damage
Has carried on to me
And I have to live with it
You can go on your merry way
Having nothing to do with them
But I do
Because of you I can never
Have a celebration
A party
All of that is now gone
My graduation
Forget it
You’re no longer invited
My parent’s don’t want you in their home
Remember I said that
I wanted you to be my maid of
honor
Forget that too
Because of your selflessness
I have to live with the consequences
Even when I have done nothing
Wrong
Now because of you
my trust is
Lost
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
I held her cold, dead hand
I kissed her lifeless face
Memorizing every moment
Knowing that I would never feel the comfort of a mother's love again.
Her selflessness was her demise
She neglected and gave all of herself
She smiled so big
She spoke soothing words
She needlessly apologized
All in her last hours
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
maybe there's a reason we don't see our own beauty. it's a strive towards selflessness. it'd be the cause of interference with our capability to see the rest of the world as beautiful as it is. with so many places to go & things to see we forget to notice the eternity within our own soul. we underestimate the scale of life itself. because without your individually unique ways we wouldn't go on to live in this incredulously magnificent world. an outcome of intelligence & stupidity.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
My leg hurts
The jaws of this inhumane trap engulf my lower shin
I have the tool to disarm it and free myself
But I muttle in my adolescent egocentric pain
Caught within monotonous routine and self interest I rot like my peers
I've sunk to a level of self loathing, that I enjoy pulling myself down
I
Am
Disgusting.
I
Need
Help.
I cry for things I can give myself but alas I withhold it to feel sorry for myself
Me and my fellow youth
Equally as useful, equally as useless
Although I am free of the crowd I am still blinded by my adolescence
Purpose
Interest
Intellect
Great-fullness
Peacefulness
Generosity
Love
PURPOSE
all I've know is I am here to be a vessel for knowledge and indoctrination
I am here to have an opinion I voice, but does not matter.
I do not matter.
This function is welded to me
However...
The voice of destiny reasons with me again and I hear:
Seek what's within
Garrot it.
Place yourself into the walls of meaning and the murals upon't
Serve others in selflessness. Share with others in selflessness. Learn from others in selflessness. Teach others in selflessness.
Your a pawn in the samsara. Do your duty within its game.
Gain higher consciousness so you can share the path to it. Become a giver, not a taker.
Interest
Intellect
Great-fullness
Peacefulness
Generosity
Love
Six lessons left, define yourself within them. Or perish within your self indulgent pitiful hole.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
We
collectively
have so much potential
yet we
individually
waste nearly all of it
it would seem
on ourselves
individually.
Pity.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC
Eyes opened to a new world,
Limbs moving in excitement of life,
Light, it feels so good,
It feels good to feel,
This world around,
What is old, what is new,
Nothing means anything,
Everything just is,
I am born.
The light shows me my makers,
The dark puts me to sleep,
I know not what fear is,
I know not what evil means,
Pure, impure, good, bad,
These words I am being taught,
I laugh when I am happy,
I cry when I am not,
Everything is so big,
So vast and open,
I don't need anything but my parents' love.
I grow up to learn all that I was not,
I am taught good, selflessness, love, happiness, patience,
By being shown what is bad, selfish, hatred and sadness, anger,
The world around me is made on the planet called earth,
Ignorant of the world outside,
What are friends, enemies? What is there to fight for?
I am a man, a being, I am given this existence,
I am given this world,
When did the world come to dominate me?
I have a child in my arms,
I wish to show him a free world,
I remember who I was when I was born,
Not a name, not a job, not a son, not a husband, not a friend, not afraid,
I knew not what fear was,
The world is mine to have,
Where it places me is irrelevant,
I am a being, in my birth I accept,
All that makes us human continues.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
there is a scene
where the wind cant be kept from the ocean
and introverts
are sitting
they are fishing at the end of a moon
lit
and artificially lit
pier
the only thing they have caught so far
is a banjo shark
and
they blamed each other
i am out there with them
i am reading a book about humanity
contemplating hope
and simplicity
where there is a world
that people pick a book off
their shelves
and say
it's yours!
or pull out a drawer full of pens
and say
take your pick.
there are places
where people are nice.
there is hope
in the tiniest glimmer of light.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
Three words.
That's all it takes to contain the world,
Which you long to give me so.
Three words.
The meaning of life,
The driving force of theuniverse
Boiled down to its simplest form
Emotion.
I love you.
That's all it takes.
I don't want the moon
And I don't want the starts
Why own these beautiful things,
When I'd rather share them with you?
It seems to be embedded in the male mind
That physical gifts are the best way to show their feelings.
To an extend this shows commitment and selflessness
And I will cherish even the smallest of gestures given
But the thing I long for most are those three words
Holding me in your arms
And letting me look into your heart
While those three words spoken
With pure honesty in your eyes.
Three words, contain the world.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
From a young age I knew
there was a man and a woman out there, complete strangers,
who were, biologically, my grandparents.
I knew my chances of meeting them were exactly zero to none.
The parents who took my dad home that day were his parents
And that was done.
Before me sat a grandmother, and the spirit of a grandfather passed,
who loved me more than any stranger-grandparent ever could
who was there for every dance recital, every holiday, every mistake, every success
who, though I bore no resemblance, watched me grow right before her eyes
who swore the Easter bunny left treats at her house for me--
even when I was beyond the years of belief.
Always wearing a sweatsuit and gold stud earrings,
with an added neck-scarf and red lip for special occasions.
Telling tales of the "poor dear" animal she saw
Dead on the side of the road--
Sad enough, you'd think it was her own.
Church every Sunday and the shirt off her back,
Had you asked.
This woman I explain
Shares no blood, but, a surname.
I love her just the same
If not more
Than any grandmother
Genetics had in store.
She's a part of who I am,
though not in my DNA.
Nature versus Nurture:
Nurture wins again.
She taught me:
Strength, grace, humility, selflessness, generosity, and patience
Without sharing one biological thread
By example she lead
And I continue to follow
In her footsteps.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
A fatal flaw
of selflessness
that is humbling
on paper
but self-destructive.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
Heavy head.
Heavy hands.
Heavy heart.
Through my worries it slinks in.
My hopes are beaten
To a thick dry pulp in my heart.
Dully, I sit heavy heavy.
Movement is all impossible.
I am a marionette with cut strings.
Rough and tattered curls.
Ripped and torn dress.
Stoic, so so stoic, yet searching.
Where is the light that once was?
Alone in this mire, I shed my tears.
Secluded and rotting in self pity.
There are no maps, no decisions.
I am lost without guidance
In this game of life limbo.
I don't know when I'll leave.
This is my own prison.
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:31 PM UTC
We've all felt unrequited love
I've just felt it more than most.
Maybe I'm guilty of loving too easily
Maybe I'm guilty of caring too much
But is there really such thing?
Can a person really be guilty of loving too easily?
Can a person really be guilty of loving too much?
Guilt implies some sort of crime, some form of offense
Who have I wronged?
Surely not myself
Surely not her
Maybe my only true guilt is in thinking that one could ever really be "guilty" of love at all
Because even in this type of love - in this unrequited love - beauty prevails
Surely there is no guilt in beauty.
I love her
She doesn't love me
I know this
But is this not still love?
Does the thought of her not still keep me up at night?
Is the thought of being with her not still the one thing that gets me out of bed every morning?
Of course it does.
Of course it is.
I love her
She doesn't love me
But that doesn't negate the beauty of love
For to love someone is like nothing else in life
The rush of adrenaline every time I see her face is above all others
The high that I feel when I think about her is like no other high
It's not about how she feels
It's about how she makes me feel
It's about the lessons that she has taught me
Lessons about selflessness
Lessons about persistence
Lessons about myself
Lessons about love.
One day the thought of her will pass
A relationship merely a fleeting thought
But a love that will last forever
Because unrequited love is a love like no other
A love that teaches what it's like to love
A love that cements the beauty of love in the imagination
Indeed, there is beauty in the unrequited
And for that, I have had one of the most beautiful lives that a man could live.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
Nothing would make me happier
than if I were purely selfless,
but then I'd be happiest
and I'd have only served myself.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
I'm telling myself to wish you the best,
But the worst could mean so much more for me.
I can't stand the thought of you leaving.
Because your words still echo in my thoughts:
'Maybe'
'Someday'
'Need'
The things you say to make me hold on,
Make me hate you.
Make me love you.
Is it worth it?
I'm hanging on your every move.
And I feel helpless.
And I miss your face.
But I know,
If you wanted to see me you would.
And that's what kills me.
Because you haven't.
You give me just enough,
So I'm there every time you look.
You're just like all the others.
And I'm so easy to use.
Everyday, I lose a little more faith,
That what I saw in you was real.
But maybe you're just scared.
Someone told me once,
Every man is a coward until he's not anymore.
So that's what I think.
I think you're a coward,
Who can't face me;
Who can't love me;
Who can't save me.
Because you're not willing to leave any of yourself behind.
And baby, I get that.
Which is why I wont call you out.
I'll just wish you the best.
And show you what real love is.
And pray to God, you're not too dumb to see it.
And that it wont be so late,
When you wake up and realize you need me,
And you want me,
And you want me to need you,
That I've decided I no longer want you
At all.
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 5:07 PM UTC
It must be said
Once again
No matter how you tire
Of sin
And hopelessness
Where God lives
Is love
Understanding
Selflessness and wisdom
The Mahatma
Courage
Achievement
Humility
Without rank
Without ambition
Morality
Merit
Human
Determination
Dignity
Sacrifice
Pain
Patience
Kindness
Principle
Standards
Where oppression exists
There is no God
With power
Comes differences
Rank
Superiority
Predominance
Hierarchy
Religion
Patriotism
Nationalism
Jingoism
Legacy
Birthright
Force
Class
Pride
Privilege
Hypocrisy
Corruption
Humiliation
Indifference
Cruelty
Violence
War
All faiths
Should be considered equal
Before a God of all faiths
Acceptance
On Earth
You cannot **** God
By killing his believer
You cannot **** a believer
And be loved by God
No man or woman
Is subservient
To another
No man or woman
Is held above
Any other
All kneel before the maker
Worship
No man
No victory
No wealth
No fleeting beauty
Honor
Charity
Empathy
Tolerance
Diversity
Culture
Art
Justice
Freedom
Creativity
Fairness
Deference
Humanity
Where do you sit?
At the head of the table
Or at the foot?
What do you wish for?
Riches?
To be respected?
To be feared?
To be loved?
What do they say about you?
Do you know?
Do you care?
Are they fools
To be exploited?
Is life only for your gain?
Can you be trusted?
Can they count on you?
Or do you count on them
For your achievement?
For your glory?
For your power?
For your face to be carved in stone
Above men
And God?
Is that you?
Is that what you want?
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
Entropy is Ecstasy
a state of selflessness
in which
homogeneity is once more realized.
Osho said, "When the shoe fits, the foot is forgotten"
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
If you know low life and royalty
If you know how both of these work
If you have experienced both enough
You are blessed. You are blessed.
If you learn selfishness and also know selflessness
If you know which one to practice
If you know to see everything as an event
You are blessed. You are blessed.
If you can stay with the crowd.
And practice their idiosyncrasy
And if you still be yourself
You are blessed. You are blessed.
If you mingle with the crowd.
At the same time, stand out,
If you know to keep virtue while;
Being non-virtuous then,
You are blessed you are blessed.
If you practice all traits of men
And if that doesn't affect your self
If you still are unaltered
You are blessed, you are blessed.
If you know the fine line
Which separates habit from addiction
If you can manage to he safe
You are blessed you are blessed.
-The Silent Poet
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
Although reciprocation would be ideal
it does not have to be all or nothing.
If I can be
as a single flower is to the meadow
then I am content.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 2:11 PM UTC