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A FALLING DREAM

A FALLING DREAM

I  remember of my dreams many,

The import of some is uncanny…

A certain dream

Daylight has seen,

Reflecting my understanding.

Reaching for a book on a shelf,

Not watching out for myself…

Tripped on a chair

And fell right there,

Crying  in frustration for myself.

I should have had my cane,

Forgotten somewhere, the same…

Helped catch me in time

In another rhyme,

Thus going without it is vain!

Was I hurt? Only my pride,

Two knees and my confidence inside…

As of yet no tears

In daylight it appears,

But in dreams hard to keep them to hide.

–Jonathan Caswell

NOT HIS CONCERN!

NOT HIS CONCERN!

It isn’t all about him–

He has a silly whim…

Some he’s not seeing

Are  being

Transferred away  from him!

Perhaps  they went put

When he  was  elsewhere  about….

At  another site

And  out of  sight,

Self  importance he’d  like  to  flout.

It makes  him sad,

Realizing how  much of a cad…

He was then

Consequences have been

Socially  gotten bad!

–Jonathan Caswell

NOW THAT THAT’S OVER (SEE PREVIOUS POSTS)

NOW THAT THAT’S OVER…

(SEE PREVIOUS POSTS)

Now that his ecstasy’s done,

He’ll drag back to life’s ho-hum…

Nothing exciting

Or inviting

Has ever for ages come.   😦

–Jonathan Caswell

HANGING IN

HANGING IN

Today the DAYSTAR TV host

Was weary–needed prayer–

I know how he feels

For I’m often there!

Acknowledging that life is hard

Is really not an option…

We are stuck where we are

Unless there is adoption.

Adopted by the Lord

I should be feeling better…

Maybe a good cry will help

And flush the pity wetter.

–Jonathan Caswell

SHYING AWAY

SHYING AWAY

 

Someone who loves life might concur,

He seems to avoid her…

Not as friendly as before

With eyes on the floor,

Hurrying past in a blur.

He’s not really fond of his goal,

A struggle against a foe old…

Ashamed to be

Irresponsibly

Caught in his usual role.

It’s as if his pleasure

Inexplicably has to be measured…

With no right

Of pleasure in sight,

Nor allowing himself friends to treasure.

He’s shied away so long,

He wonders if he belongs…

To any group,

Would anyone stoop

To admit to him in their throng?

Unfortunately for his whim,

There are many he knows who love him…

His self-pity jag

Won’t stay in the bag,

Depressed, his self-view is dim.

The man has to take a stand,

With faith he has command…

Emotional woes

Don’t point where he goes,

The need of him is in demand.

All is not as it seems,

Despite those morbid day dreams…

All is not lost–

Christ paid the cost–

He can CHOOSE to counter bad schemes!

 

–Jonathan  Caswell

(A big part of winning…is choosing.)

 

 

“ULTERIOR” DAY DREAMS

“ULTERIOR” DAY DREAMS

 

The boy continued to dream

How he through kindness redeemed…

Endangered women

Rescued with him in

To sacrifice for them with deeds.

He wished it to stay low key,

Satisfied by the filling of need…

Stepping up to sacrifice

His own self sufficed

To pay the price so they’d be freed.

Beyond normal calling he’d go,

Self pity a part of the show…

“Ultimate sacrifice”

For himself wasn’t nice,

Using others to help his tears flow.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

(P.S.—It’s just a poem!)