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I No Longer....... I no longer look into your eyes To gaze upon the better ME Gone are sparkles and loving light An unwanted sight of reality I no longer look into mirrors To gaze with a fool's perception Gone are desire and possibility And truth found in reflection I no longer look at the journey and gaze upon my destiny For as the road nears its end It conveys what rests in me |
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I found this..I wrote it eight years ago.. When i first read it.. i didn't remember writing it. I thought how could i not remember? Something i wrote that speaks to me that way. I will never forget it again
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This is a very thoughtful poem..... Looking at ourselves through the eyes of our experiences can be daunting.
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This is a very thoughtful poem..... Looking at ourselves through the eyes of our experiences can be daunting. "rests in me" can either mean responsibility or acceptance.. either way it works and i prefer that it's means both
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We all have the good and the bad in us but we hope we project the good to others.
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We all have the good and the bad in us but we hope we project the good to others. I find it interesting that the two of the nicest people on this site responded. Being ourselves and only projecting part of ourselves..The conflict within or the conflict outside ourselves.. The judgment of good and bad being a one way street.. In a way, it's easier for a person,.who others think is bad..to resolve the conflict outside themselves.... That the other person is just wrong.. or one can project a different side of themselves. There is no guarantees it will work, but it can resolve one's inner conflict But when it's opposite.. i find it way more interesting.. and i would find you to be the best person on this site to ask.. you very much project your good. How does that work for you? is it purposeful? Does it create any conflict within yourself..Do you know?.... Do you turn the other cheek or bite your tongue. Are you who you are....... or are you who other people think you are? They can be one and the same.. but I also think that's pretty rare. I also believe a "good heart".. can also be a bad projection. Maybe .. I should ask Hawk..and find out what it was really like when the lights went out in Georgia!
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I read your response to Abelle asking about our attitudes. For me, I came to this site to pass some pleasant time and have a bit of fun. I figure those who are mean, argumentative, or miserable, are fighting their own 'demons'. I don't feel that I'm in competition with anyone. Someone here suggested that I was a Pollyanna...“an excessively or blindly optimistic person.” I definitely am not!! I would label myself as a realist..."able to see things as they really are and to deal with them in a practical way... sensible". Please don't confuse my attitude with being stupid or unaware of what's going on in the world. I'm a political junkie and very much a people watcher. I guess that I accept folks where they are in their lives and [on this site] I go by the old adage.... If I can't say something nice, I say nothing. *Which means that some of the time I sit hard on my fingers~~ 
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I read your response to Abelle asking about our attitudes. For me, I came to this site to pass some pleasant time and have a bit of fun. I figure those who are mean, argumentative, or miserable, are fighting their own 'demons'. I don't feel that I'm in competition with anyone. Someone here suggested that I was a Pollyanna...“an excessively or blindly optimistic person.” I definitely am not!! I would label myself as a realist..."able to see things as they really are and to deal with them in a practical way... sensible". Please don't confuse my attitude with being stupid or unaware of what's going on in the world. I'm a political junkie and very much a people watcher. I guess that I accept folks where they are in their lives and [on this site] I go by the old adage.... If I can't say something nice, I say nothing. *Which means that some of the time I sit hard on my fingers~~ Attitude...is not what I am saying .. I am talking about perceptions not attitudes. I am not even sure I know what an attitude is..as it almost always changing. and almost always shared, and not identifying I don't think being nice is attitude that is negative..stupid, or a polyanna. We tend to label people as nice or nasty, good or bad, fair or unfair, smart or stupid.. I doubt people can choose how they are seen.. unless they go out their way to prove it. and many times we do it without even knowing it.. Most Men do thing to appear more macho Most Women do things to seem more appealing... WHY..? It's like trying to read a book by it's cover...People tend to be much more complicated than that.. I think you're nice...but i am not going to define you that way, as it's not a relative condition. like you're nice because someone else is not. Like you said.. It's not a competition. In a way the poem. speaks to me about that.. Who I am "rests in me"
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You can ask Alfie but I cannot be mean to people. Never have and never will. Life is too short to be nasty to others. I may be sarcastic at times but usually end with laughter on both sides.
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On reading your poem, the words 'Eyeless in Gaza' came to mind. I read Huxley's book in my mid 20's so my recall is vague but the phrase obviously left a deep impression as certain states/conditions bring about images and/or feelings of emptiness/disillusionment/nothingness - 'eyeless in Gaza, the eyeless sphinx, the eyeless 'I'. Subliminal? [The book title recalls the biblical story of Samson, who was captured by the Philistines, his eyes burned out, and taken to Gaza, where he was forced to work grinding grain in a mill. Huxley's 'Eyeless in Gaza' semi-autobiographical novel criticizes the dearth of spiritual values in contemporary society - Quote]
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I hope the good outweighs the bad in most people. I try to believe that anyway. Goodness knows we all have our faults, no one is perfect. All we can do is try to be our best selves. Nice poem, Jiminy. 
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You can ask Alfie but I cannot be mean to people. Never have and never will. Life is too short to be nasty to others. I may be sarcastic at times but usually end with laughter on both sides. You are who you are.. It's not for me to say.. It's for you to figure out. the ideas i express are not to show how different you and i are.. and most won't amazingly understand how alike we are..I don't get read that way.. but that's the way i read you.. I just figure your filters are still intact The Alfie thing was a joke, but i have no doubt he knows you the best.
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I hope the good outweighs the bad in most people. I try to believe that anyway. Goodness knows we all have our faults, no one is perfect. All we can do is try to be our best selves. Nice poem, Jiminy. My hope is i can hang on to it.. that each of us just part of the whole..no matter how many try to make me the outlier.. i will not give into it. WE will ALWAYS be more alike than different. The goodness of others can only be measured by the goodness in you. If you think others are bad...it only describes how bad you are.
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I hope the good outweighs the bad in most people. I try to believe that anyway. Goodness knows we all have our faults, no one is perfect. All we can do is try to be our best selves. Nice poem, Jiminy. People will say he's out to destroy our democracy....When it not just that...Everything in our lives as Americans and humans is held together by our commonality.
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On reading your poem, the words 'Eyeless in Gaza' came to mind. I read Huxley's book in my mid 20's so my recall is vague but the phrase obviously left a deep impression as certain states/conditions bring about images and/or feelings of emptiness/disillusionment/nothingness - 'eyeless in Gaza, the eyeless sphinx, the eyeless 'I'. Subliminal? [The book title recalls the biblical story of Samson, who was captured by the Philistines, his eyes burned out, and taken to Gaza, where he was forced to work grinding grain in a mill. Huxley's 'Eyeless in Gaza' semi-autobiographical novel criticizes the dearth of spiritual values in contemporary society - Quote] spiritual values takes on an entirely different meaning to me.. The lost of sight ..in a blind world.... The question asked is why me......the spiritual question is Why not? Who's fault is it......? I get caught somewhere between .... mine and everyone else's..or something else entirely beyond my control Like it something i have to know... When deciding fault is it's own fault When sometimes the question asked is the question answered.
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In this poem....many of you will feel it's my loss.. When for me .. the poems is not about that.... The poem is not about what I lost.. It's about what I found. the idea... "The better me"..... what is that? unfulfilled hopes and dreams.....What is that? My destiny.....What is that? People may believe i think I am right all the time..I understand that.. but you'd be wrong.. I don't KNOW if I'm right of not..All i know is I spent a lot of time before finding out I WAS wrong. But here's the rub.. It wasn't my FAULT..It was my Life.
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Interesting discussion~~~ I think it emphasizes what complex individuals we are~~
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When I first read this poem, 8 years ago, it helped me see my own waning ambition as I age....That letting go of ambition is a kindness and humbleness.....Accepting who we are in the now, clearing away the glitzy projection of hope and making way for the acceptance of the present moment as "enough"...... Now, as I read the poem it affects me as a big sigh...a satisfying exhalation.....Thank you.....
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When I first read this poem, 8 years ago, it helped me see my own waning ambition as I age....That letting go of ambition is a kindness and humbleness.....Accepting who we are in the now, clearing away the glitzy projection of hope and making way for the acceptance of the present moment as "enough"...... Now, as I read the poem it affects me as a big sigh...a satisfying exhalation.....Thank you..... I didn't recognized I wrote it because of exactly what you said.. When you first read it .. I believe that's why I wrote it.. Now when i read it.. I feel exactly like you do. This poem is different for me.. because I don't really remember writing any of my poems.. i remember the feeling I had when i wrote it..What it meant to me at the time.. I didn't remember this one.. because i didn't remember how i felt writing it.
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