Sagaciously Indulgent Narcisims

mom actually taught me better than this ;P

The happiness that you are makes me a better man
That singular surge of historic proportions keeps me alive
It's wonderful when everthing becomes irrevelant save the flood
A clenched jaw becomes a tender prelude to a kiss
The bellows sound of a singing of unbridled joy
Splintered pieces of demolished furnishings make excellent kindling
A furnace provides the heat that beats back the bitter cold
A fire that is stoked by the nesciencent glory of the moment
My time with your essence has yet met with the poetry of your name
Only in your stead do I truly learn the meaning of living.


I've spied the personal effects
you possess and have
found them...
adequate.
I could offer you
suggestions of improvement
but I'm sure my
advice would abuse
your senses.
You, obviously, think of
these treats as things
of value so I'll just
give a complementary
remark.
But, if you want to
know how you truly
appear, I mean to
others of course,
trust me in this
most important of
moments.
A possession or an
opportunity will only
bring the Joneses
to your door.
Don't play that game,
let them keep up with you.
I'll show you what
I mean, just lend me
your shoes.


No angry animal inside
That would never do
Who needs that fear
A weakness one can do without
Join me, my manners' good
You'll soon know me well
Because sustenance is comfort
It's the very lap of luxury
Measure, prepare and consume
Repeat as often as wanted
The brain and the belly
The two are mutually yoked
Desire complements development
In a way that is satisfying
It's a very simple equation
The more you have the more you gain


I've been polyonused
and now
I'm loving the langour


Once, I found myself in a maze. Every so often I'd come across a
red arrow painted on the floor pointing a direction, I assumed, that
would lead me to my goal. After some time I realized that they all
pointed in the same direction and hopes for my release would not
exactly be satisfied. They brought me to another set of arrows only
these were on the walls and they were blue. Eventually, the circles
they took me through made me lightheaded and left me wanting. I'd
thought relief was near when above my head I saw purple arrows
taking me places I'd had yet to go. From there everthing went dark
and I slept. When I woke the maze was no more, and though I'm not
looking I've yet to find it again.


It's an exceptional focus that leads me to this
An attention to details that I can repeat as I choose
Because without it you might just get the best of me
For me, it goes without saying, what I need someone else has
And I've developed the skills to get from them all I want
The beauty of it is, once obtained all aquired is used as desired
And a prodigal nature matters to staying properly motivated
It wouldn't be wise to rest on your laurels when playing in the dark


I was a boy when I fell for you.
There was no frame of reference,
but you made me feel like a man.
Head held high with my chest
stuck out.
Even though you weren't always around,
you always came back.
My best friend first showed me
what you were all about and he
never allowed me to forget
that you have the power to
pull me away from all forms
of insecurity.
And just like me, you love
a good ironic turn.
I know you equally as
well, whether I smile
or frown.
Some kind of yin & yang
that seems in
constant motion.
When things seem bleak,
restlessness reigns and when
they're good...they're
really good.
For the life of me,
I'll never understand why
I can't have as much of you
as I want.

Author's Note

I know this is raw and uncut, but I wrote this in a day on a bet. It just feels right to leave as is...

So, do you know what it is?

Reviews

[Kristie]

I love this so much. Although I'm not sure exactly what it is that you're writing about, there is so much of yourself in this that it isn't particularly important that the reader knows exactly what the piece is about. I think it's actually beneficial that it's open for interpretation. I've read it over several times, and every time I pick something new out of it. I don't know how to effectively express how great of a read this is. Amazing job, Charles. =)

[{K}]

Raw and uncut is the best way to write. YOU proved it! I love this poem because of the feeling of belonging and finding who you are, quote, "Even though you weren't always around,
you always came back.
My best friend first showed me
what you were all about and he
never allowed me to forget
that you have the power to
pull me away from all forms
of insecurity."

[Paula Tsurara]

I found this to be particularly good.

"I've spied the personal effects
you possess and have
found them...
adequate.
I could offer you
suggestions of improvement
but I'm sure my
advice would abuse
your senses.
You, obviously, think of
these treats as things
of value so I'll just
give a complementary
remark.
But, if you want to
know how you truly
appear, I mean to
others of course,
trust me in this
most important of
moments.
A possession or an
opportunity will only
bring the Joneses
to your door.
Don't play that game,
let them keep up with you.
I'll show you what
I mean, just lend me
your shoes."

Especially the very last couple of lines of it. It seems so real, raw, and emotional. It was touching.

Very good.

[J.]

I am not quite sure myself! I kind of thought it had to do with a child to his mother, then the process of learning to finding a woman who held qualities of the mother. Then it turned around to making me think maybe the writer was expressing to a mother (or motherly figure) what it means to not horde. How everything around us doesn't really matter, yet to moreso pay close attention to preparation! Then again, I could be way off here. Interesting read though.

[Dream Weaver]

Sounds like a confessional.. Lots of twists and turns..
Clarities and uncertainties. I'm lost in this one Charles?

[Miary Andriamihalia]

I haven't a clue as to what it is d:

Nonetheless, I read it a couple of times because I couldn't help but having this tickle in my brain that says..."this reminds you of something doesn't it? This feeling. You know, when you're writing or reading something you've..."

Yeah...yet I still don't know d: But I give you my compliments. Many, many compliments (; for this lovely piece of work. And you're right about leaving it as is. Rawness says a lot more...it always does.

Thanks for the read.

[Bubo]

Reminds me of a woman, but whether it is sexually is unclear, i loved the writing, and the way you lay down intense thoughts, making us wonder.........

[Robin]

sin , I love it

[Brad]

is this love? jealousy? envy?
or am i a blind moron?
either way, i like the way you've written it because it's like a letter to a dear loved one