Best Ego Trip Poems
Self-love,
Narcissism,
A desire to be wise;
Disguise egos veiled in our
Conceit.
It said by the sage
that without intelligent observers
the universe would crystallise
into hard matter and cold energy
ruled by soulless mathematics.
It takes humble apes to breath life into our cosmos.
Would there be heat if we didn't feel warmth from our sun?
Would there be light If we didn't bathe in a camp fire's illumination?
Would there be colour if we weren't inspired by its hues and shades
to create great works of art on caves or on canvas?
Would time exist without life between birth and death
nudging the gears of the cosmic timepiece?
Are we the conclusion of billions of years
of random interactions leading to our existence?
The ultimate coincidence?
Or did we come first and force our universe
to create history all the way back to creation
as foundations of reality
so we humble observers can observe?
As we look back in time at the points of fossil light hurtling away from us,
how many of these have played a role in our distant past?
And which of these so long ago
sparked chains of cause and effect
that prompted me to write this verse
and prompted you to read it?
The ultimate ego trip.
From our window on the universe.
Our night sky.
Written 14th April 2017
Entry to "stargazing" contest
Me,me my forever sigh-
will insecurity die
in an hedonistic cry ?
Inspired by Will Shakespeare's Threnos form
Escaping from the wintry plight
Fearless knight
Having golden locks
With a physique like a rock
Walked up and down the mountainous block
In the village filled with sweets
And treats
Back at the romantic villa
A few miles up the hill-a
Mrs. Knight was petting her coyote companion
While spending a moment getting tannin
“Hubby looking around
This quaint enchanted town
Something to bring back home
To me resting all alone
After performing that physical feat
Due to melting snow from summer heat”
Tending to his well groom locks
Plenty time on the clock
Still on a hero stage
Preparing to put name on the newspaper page
Going into the office named “The Traitor Post”
Easy conversation expecting to coast
Probably receive a kind professional toast
Sitting there was the Editor acting the role called a host
“Le Claire is my name
Sensationalism is my game
I will take your account
Whatever it is about
Make the paperboys scream and shout
Headlines blaring
Information worth sharing
All of which has meaning
Newsworthy and beaming
Never considered just dreaming
As the knight explained his story
Where the avalanche was sorry
Feeling like number one
Doing the interview was quite fun
Mrs. Knight on the other hand
Watched the frozen ice stand
Far away taking out the garbage cans
Wondering if the warming trend
Will make the watery based particle bend
And send
Down the slopes
Giving everyone no hope
Seeing her coyote inside
Ready to guide
Waiting for her groom
Returning under the moon
Walking at night
Faithful husband and knight
Stopped by the Indian Trinket store
Encountered a lovely seller on the floor
Needing excitement since she was bored
Knight still had power
Leaving a flower
Near her working computer tower
Next to a signed photo
Showing the knight shirtless and bolder
Before heading outside where it was colder
time travel trips, microchips
rocketships, ego trip
spaceships dip
satellites orbiting
spyware equip
vanity unfolds, it's become hip
everyone wants small waste and puffy lips
fixated with artificial intelligence
i'm blessed to be guided to decipher Kemetic Science
mathematical equations Five Element of Alchemy
magical concoctions and rituals for spirituality
arm leg leg arm head
give us this day our daily bread
my knowledge continues to spread
scientist looking for the god particle at CERN
it is within, when will they learn
hurricanes flood
the forest burns
gluttony and selfishness, no longer a human concern
perhaps everyone isn't supposed to get the grip
time travel trips, microchips
rocketships, ego trip
spaceships dip
massage
the ego
vanity of vanity
myself
myself
seen outside
from within
not what
I feel
but what is reflected
of me
a testimony
of what I see
as me
overt not hidden
or
at someone's bidding
surreal
never ideal
unmasked actuelle
truth to tell
self-real
an
introspection
of ego
sublime
silent
conception
captured
but is it
really me
CHECK OUT MY SELF PORTRAITURES https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Xfx536WP74w