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Respecting Oneself Is Far From Narcissism

Geo. E. Burks — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:01:05 +0000

I say to no one in general nor directly, I love myself; then a thought occurred, “Am I boasting?”
So, I asked another, “Hey, Am I boasting when I proclaimed “I love myself?”
He looked at me as to sized me up and ask me, “what you think?”
I answered, “that why I asking you. Am I boasting was my immediate thought after the statement?” He look around the cafe we was in and excuse himself, then joined a table with an attracive female sitting alone with no other words then “excuse me,” while pointing at her.
I was sure at that time for certainty that that question shouldn’t be asked again. I then given a quick thought about the statement and then felt a little happiness physically swelling within me.
I then loudly said in that public place, “I love myself!”
After that it didn’t matter what others nor I would conceived of the statement. The statement was one of those nice feeling emotion, which is a life of one’s own.

YOU LIVE, YOU DIE

Geo. E. Burks — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 16:43:19 +0000

That old concern as defintive verb.
Hasnt lost any luster in any era by an occur.
Power politics within pérsonalized compromises.
An empty courage in the realistic eyes.
A signalized threat as our natural sorceries
Most religious are spurn for this nature’s inconvience.
Yet some does realized their own vanity under this mortality’s summarized.
With all gains are valueless to everyone’s priceless life with you live, you die.

Written by George Eddie Burks Of St. Micheal’s Church Post 201, Chicago, Illinois.

Untitled (so far.)

Geo. E. Burks — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:10:45 +0000

Untitled (so far.) by Geo E. Burks

Was that her I was thinking of.
Why should not I think of her?
She cared for that role,
The one in her life I was.
But she couldnt had me,
And I was contented as that.
Not as my pride nor my failure.
I loved her as my preference.

She did tried though.
To make me her more,
To make more of me.
I was already all that,
All that that had need.
From known pride and failures.
Remaking our preferences.

Yet, she wanted more of me,
The more she can entrusted as me,
Which isn’t not from me,
And all that because I was not had,
By a wanton desire mistaken as a need.
For I knew my pride and my failures,
By preferences that are known as I.

I did need to be that role for her,
Her friend, her lover and her strength.
The one who cared by caring.
The one who love by sheltering.
The one she can call reliant and loyal,
But she or I can’t had this,
Nor remake any of this.
These are my pride and my failures,
All done as my preferences.

This is why I was thinking of her.
Looking at that cage’s latchless door,
I made for us as our togetherness.
To make all that as what I had her for.
Knowing pride can easily marred this,
And either of us can easily fail this.
Fail that that was not meant to be had,
yet built by our preferences for our betterment.
A betterment for both of us as one’s loves.

Thank You For Letting Us Know We Aren’t Alone Feeling.

Geo. E. Burks — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:09:42 +0000

(To Those Of The American Music Association Who Are Always There Thoughout My Life With What I Really Need. Please, Allow This Poise From My Pure Essential Life’s As Being Convey Why I Had Always Appreciating What You Do.)

Thank You For Letting Us Know We Aren’t Alone Feeling.

Purity By Geo. E. Burks

You, songbirds’ sweet touch wells life anew.

In my mind, you can redefine love’s steadiness, too.

Find anymore love forms in my kudo?

To do me better with that form again as true.

Tears I hid well, You shame me there, too.

As my culture’s most high, and there I praise you.

Don’t let me, let this fail, for what I do!
For the failures will always have me alone to show as dues.

This I can placed when my balance is made anew.

Our heart’s strong commonarities impressed as art by you.

Thank You, for never allowing the thesis we be as a neglect for dues.

As a world under one sun, our skys resounds by the harvest of our common felt lieus.

Always true as of our natural capacity for refining what we crude.

For these refineries we grew to be the reforms our uniqueness as infinitive new!!

Consistently since we first noticed of you songbirds’ justifying and maturing my living life moods.

With your airborne felt flights of everlasting passages thru and above my estate’s refuges.

You are very much of my earth’s evolving sustances arising reinforcing my humanly soul true.

With signals liberating the whole spirit from points within that are uninformed subdued.

To reproof us as an always and again as we love and this is why I will evermore always love you.

Thank you for the sheltering and nurturing of our distinct hearts’ life-giving cultural rooted muses

Your love and honor does enriches my country’s symbolic blues!!

With with evermore XOX(S) THANK YOU!!!

From A Fan Who Happily Dwelling In Your Snafus Named George.

UT-TROI GLORY PSALM

Geo. E. Burks — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 13:34:28 +0000

Oh mighty men, how can you boast?
After the many ways we trampled your gross!
Oh, how can you even asked what we can boast?
For our ways was refined from other mighty men woes!
And its assured that we will trample again
Your wrong gross from the start to its times’ end.
Yet, We can’t say it is of our mighty nor our boast.
Yet feel assured we will tread ’til the end of this toll.
For a price that trifle our bigger boast!

This is our bargain with a clear defining toll!
Or your words present passages will be the host only boast.
It is our’s who have yet to stray from trampling the discerning most.
For it is in those high places where the mighty do boast.

Tempt the temperance?
By and with a difference?

Heavily weighted by men claiming mighty with a thought or a quote?
Remade our dues by these cares are why we chosen no boast.
And lest you didn’t hear our trample strike twice within this toast.

Loudness afar and silent near within our hearts of hosts.
Such gross you wantonly covet from our shared airs as we be
This is why we claim them and you our gross.
So, lest you failed to late our passing then tis you are these true gross.

Such a hindrance as yours as you are as a begotten woes’ claim,
Such snares for your apathic misappropiations and tortfuls to shame!
Yet for our trust it’s to your ends with an honorable tread while you boast!
And then yours will be a boast as you alone as the only gross.
While we timed dash and trample your astray gross again with no vain nor vain boast.

(Excerpts from A Magic, The Gathering Series, Draft I’m Composing Titled, Desperate Ploys. Written By Geo. E. Burks; Based On The Publication Series; Magic, The Gathering, Licensed by Wizards Of The Coast Publishing. VA. USA.)