I did not expect this

[osho]

Married to a set of well defined values
I call life
Get swayed by a string of externalities
Too occupied and too busy to understand myself and my society
Joined up by scraps of your stuffs, classically categorized
I am in a make-believe world
I abhor civilization and your sense of civility
For I got stressed out unnecessarily
To rise a little above from my wilderness
Wherein I reveled in a sea of impulses
To again to sink in a swamp of your bigotries
I did not expect all these frivolities
While leaving the cozy chamber of my mother
Her womb where in the first seed of my personality germinated
I cried and cried
To face your ugly world of repulsive realities and values
Did I expect all this at birth?
My head was light and I had great dreams
And my head got stuffed with your gibberishes
I am told to call VALUES
I did not expect this

[FozzieFunk]

Too occupied and too busy to understand myself and my society

I like this line. It reminds me of how overstimulated we have become to the point that we no longer know the roots of humanity. We no longer hunt or gather rather we put on a suit or a uniform and work seemingly pointless jobs to do the exact same thing that we could have gone outside and done ourselves (acquired food)

For i got stressed out unnecessarily - is equally powerful. Stress (not fight or flight stress) is in overabundance in our culture. We stress over deadlines and appointments, frantically marking our calendars and going crazy over them . It seems like a big joke.

[osho]

Didn’t you?
I am here for you with my bosom
You can rest against it
The load of it will crush you
Into morsels of joy
To ignite your genital flare
You will blubber in a fit euphoria
I maybe told to call it love
A love of flesh and mind
A blend of soul and carcass
You are gone in a while with your mission done
I am secluded with your mark
The inerasable mark of life
You call it love
I call it the primal sin
That birthed humanity to suffer in an infernal fire
Your nocturnal longing sought a melting pot
That has been my regard
You wove a mosaic of hopes and dreams
But to me it looks a spider’s web
Netting me inside a shallow web
Gobbling me up for eternity

[osho]

Gnawed on deeply I choose to relate to you
Knowing not what will be offered in the relation
I was told to like you for your prowess
Your heaviness has a crush on me
I malleably defer to your muscle
Your lustiness appealed to the femininity of me
Indeed I like your felinity though dreading
For you have the vitality I am eternally seeking
Between your saber teeth of masculinity
I liked to be masticated
For it culminates in fits of endless joys

[osho]

You are a replica only
I enjoy myself through you
I love myself through you
I built up my world through you
Everything I see is my manifestation
And I love everything to echo me
I want to swell colossally
To contain the universe in my petty self
This manifests in my pursuit of eternity
Of God, of heaven, of religion
What else do I want to see?
But my growth and my space
My values and my morals to outweigh yours
This is necessary since your existence is seconded by mine
Your desire is fulfilled by mine
Your course is carved out by me
Your existence is defined by my words
My poem is there to sing a song of your beauty
If I am not here to admire your beauty becomes an illusion

[osho]

Today I have been in a poetic mood and wrote several poems. I do not know for sure whether these poems appeal to you or not

I will be happy if you read them and happier

[Bar22do]

In "It is only me everywhere", I'm reminded of

"beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" or of

"if you can't change the world, change in yourself the world vision and you'll change the world"...

in this sense I do follow you, all we see is our manifestation.

I think, Osho, that you have deep things to share, I admire your great aspirations, your awareness and goals.

Contrarily to what you have kindly written on my last thread, I'm not a good poet, I struggle with the language, while trying not to betray the expression (at which I often fail...). I am only a "tongue-less" vagabond, I'm afraid, and for the most feel as an impostor. But the urge to write is stronger, and there I go, by trial and error, aiming for the heart of poetic art...

Best to you, Bar

[Delta40]

It is only me everywhere is very enjoyable and reminds me of those who make everything contextual to their self.