"selfness" poems
To the joy
We dance, we jest and joust
The complex interplay of two
Souls recognising selfness
Seeing the edges fit
To the sorrow
This memory fades, surely, swiftly
A conversation half remembered
The realisation that ..
I can't recall your voice
To the sweetness
A softly remembered moment
The curve of a finger
Tracing line across memory
To the senses
That I can't feel those arms
Lightly, a tear traces a path
I feel it slide down my cheek
Then unseen weight grips
To the Anger
Against moments expectation unmet
When the collision occurs
And unwanted words come forth
The rage unchecked
To the self
The clash of the ego and id
tripartite vying for casual dominion
Eros and Thanatos war
Action dictated by thought
To the internal
The experience of
A lucid world of love
of longing, of joy
And it's counterpart; sadness
As I remember that I will
Never see you again
We will never speak
You will not know
How much you are missed
To friendship
To the joy of finding each other
To the gift of you, selflessly given
To the kindness
To both sides of a being
To the present
To Finding ways to exist Sans those who've faded
Always to persevere
The interlocking of past and now
Always seeing and remembering the essence of their being
Just breathe
To the heart
No words exist for this journey
From innocence to sorrow
And back
But when led with..
Nothing is insurmountable
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
How could you do it?
How could you
bathe in the red of others
watch their selfness drain from them
and say
that it is all in the name of religion?
You disgust me
that you could display such hate
and say it is all for love
and you do the word a gross disservice.
I hope you are safe in the knowledge
that this cruel deity who revels in lack of breath
has provided a future for you;
there is no place for you here.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
With your heart buttoned up tight
And your soul scrubbed to transluscence
You tip-toed around mountains
And visited the sand and sea
Contained in your selfness
And at ease in your skin
You glided without leaving footsteps
With the grace of angels
Perhaps a church ***** and choir
Vibrated in the air
But the world moved on
At a less sedate rate of orbit
And sadly
It would not
And could not
Wait
By Phil Roberts
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
That blue flower gleams in mind
Its luster stark against the golden sands
Standing boldly amongst the famished land.
The flower’s allure snatches me again
With a rush of unyielding visions
My minds eye replete with bewilderment
Recalling the truth of my selfness,
That blue runs in my veins.
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 6:18 AM UTC
See my bridegroom comes,
said Sister Clare, He comes
swift as birds of Spring, His
voice echoes within, His
touch wakes me from deep
slumber, unfetters me from
my sad sins; His eyes watch
me, they run over me like
flowing water, look into my
soul like dawn's light; He is
my keeper, my protector, His
hand caresses me in my deepest
darkness, His fingers raise
my chin, lift my head, His
fingers touch my heart, wake
me from my selfness, my
obsession with my me; He
comes into my heart, He is
the kisser of life, the waker
of sleepers in the grave; I
wait for Him in the night
when the darkness embraces,
seek His company when
demons touch and ******
He is my bridegroom, my
love, I seek Him out like
one for water as I thirst,
I listen for his footsteps in
the break of dawn, I kiss
Him as one kisses one's
deepest love, I am only
happy when He is near,
when His voice awakes
me. He is my safe ship
out in the dark deep sea.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
i dread stepping out of my succumbed selfness
where water puts pressure to thought
and to do anything productive
im not ought
i dont want to leave
but im told to go on to face
a faceless world
no one touches me here
and the walls are mine
the tile is overlooked and i resonate
time here isn't
and im never late
theres simply
the dull sound of monotonous water tones
to keep me company
and i want for not
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 9:17 PM UTC
I Prayed that I would love
someone
again in this lifetime.
That he would
recognize
me in my selfness
and be glad.
Glad as primitively as a
single
glimpse
regales the saddest
crying echo of my
name morphing into
Song.
Have I found that
ecstatic moment?
Have you in the
moment's recognition
sung with me
tonight?
No The End is not my
Beginning. It is the
World
Which breathed our
names
Together
Caroline Shank
11.19.23
Nov 19, 2023
Nov 19, 2023 at 7:23 PM UTC
You are lost to the waking world, a
denizen of the darkness. I pry my
fingers from off the steel lock. You
risk the deeping years, the early
yellow springing world laid for you
from my body. I talked to you in the
corridor of my youth. You only tried
me for.a moment. You took the
pages of my determination and
threw them over the brick lined
walls of your selfness.
You made me witness your dance.
The song you sang, your lyrics
beneath my pillow, the
voice of ancestors not heard until
your music escaped the fences.
My mother did not live to dance
with you. The songcoated signal
escaped between your
incomprehensible affinity.
The dance of genetics in full
display. I am still the Baffled.
The one footed dance of
the broken, the chondral song
played every evening.
Go behind the schoolyard where
you and the lions of your
collective urges vye to be
the fitest ****** on the block.
My life is short now with my own
kicked addictions. I drowned in
the lake of desire. I have swum
the frigid surf and walked away.
You are not unique. Many sear
the letter of desire across their
bare forhead and cannot traverse
the concourse of the day.
I will not declare myself aroung
your wheel. I walk through Grace.
If you choose me kneel for the
Benediction of God.
Caroline Shank
5.28.22
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 5:22 PM UTC