It took up well, but's firmly plunging south
A million starts, yet hardly any ends
Self-interest at the core, with foul mouth
And very few, if any, real friends
Good deeds, I barely count any
To benefit all those while in need
Oh, yeah, he terminated penny
And those who donated he has freed
The "ego" dwarfing larger state of Texas
While, sadly, arrogance, it's bursting at the seams
Deflecting questions to White House "Alexa"
Pursuing legacy is goal, as it seems
Be center of attention everywhere
Is good for one but not for all of us
He'll cut you off on TV "Town Square"
And call you stupid on demand he wouldn't discuss
When "I" replaces whole nation
It's very selfish, wouldn't you agree?
Each spoken word must rhyme with "ovation"
It's always "me me me" instead of "we we we"
August 24, 2026
Say bye bye to the old world
The days of change are here
Another new era is born again
The times are telling it stories
Right in front of our view
Events of fear are no more new
Strange circumstances are now a normality
There is always a fight of ego
And the egoist got no proper human soul nor feelings
Yet they are in charge of our time
Is obvious the days are hotter than usual
Cos we chose to let history repeat itself
We are getting closer to another fall and rise era
One egoist is about to fall with it empire for another new egoist to rise
With a new world
It has always been so from the old times
We are the inhabitants of today’s era yet
Our actions are still never far from the old times
Neither are we the solution of a new beginning with a permanent closed chapter of no historical repeat of shame
A beginning without sorrows nor agony
Until then
Say bye bye to the old world
Better than me; but not my set
What time does; morals don't get
When view makes it up with things you got
Being smart shall be outplayed cum aura so hot
To water; the pale oxygen fuelling what mind grows
The zigzag moves dictating a thought; need be it goes...
To my platonic linguist
Forget me, please, but I loved you, hmm, far memories
Someone needed your help with a science, it is yours
Yes, my platonic English linguist, I forgot you, loved you
You are so selfish, but my life and love needed you; loved
I needed to accept your soul, oh rich and egoist soul, my love
English woman, someone asked you, and he is far from you
I loved you
Nedded ask
Your hand
I am far
In Wembley
You are in Watford
A heart
Loved
Loved
You
Vilmos
Forgotten Life!
Forgotten lives! Lives! In the cemetery of a graveyard.
Loved lives. Remembered lives, be a diamond in life
In life! Asking you about a forgotten sad life; can’t kind
A memory of the names of humankind. The Story Kind
Yes. Death can be human life, passing of the life of Life
Forgotten Lives! History of the story of humanities’ kind
Love! You are an egoist in my life. Drop me Emma; die
Forgotten lives, but noble lives, alone in a graveyard
The happiness of the egoist
could be even real
but is inhuman
The sun gives us light ,
He makes darkness flee by his fight .
In a whole day, He shows us a story,
From morn till night , gives life theory.
When the sun takes birth
And gives his golden rays to the earth .
Each particle of the universe,
Becomes happy and gives up all harsh.
Slowly Slowly the sun enters in his golden age ,
He shows his power and craze .
In the mid day the sun becomes youth,
He becomes egoist and sooth .
But the time doesn't stop and carries sun to his olden age ,
Now his ego breaks because it's his last stage.
Slowly the sun dies and hides in the west ,
He tells that in the world we all are a guest.
He gets new bodies with new days ,
And everyday gives us hot rays.
Becoming young and old , he gets lost,
This story have a big cost.
What’s on our bucket list?
If feral our desire,
which we cannot resist,
objects that we aspire,
displays cold heart, clenched fist.
What’s on our bucket list?
Fleeting flame and glory,
labels us egoist,
makes not a great story,
never by true love kissed.
What’s on our bucket list?
Are we proud of our mind,
giving each point a twist,
head with heart misaligned,
that does kind touch resist?
What’s on our bucket list?
Oh, to be living light!
We but seek the bliss mist,
rapture by day and night,
sans need to so insist.
08-April-2022
Handing Trump the election
I big cities in the Us people are running wild
this is not what “ black life matters” was about
a horde of people are running around destroying what is sacred
or should be, in cities of high crime.
We can argue the reason for this pointless criminality
to create mayhem for the sake of it, the fact many black people
live there and appear to gun-related gangs, not because
they are black but because they are uneducated and poor
living in squalor in drug-infested housing where only a few
survive by moving away.
The majority of letting us call them lost egoist people see
this lack of order and civility,
the high profile black leaders do little about this only come
out of their luxury home when there is a funeral
repeat the same trite words, but have nothing worthwhile to
say about crime and the woeful lack of education.
They the well off in the suburbia see this and not knowing
its origin, simply vote for Trump and so it goes on until
we live in in a failed state.
One who is full
of himself,
as fragile as crystal ball
on a shelf,
who sulks in resentful
vain defense
against the slightest
imagined offense,
and shines or dims
or shatters
depending on the tricks
of flatterers.
Tesla’s mind, A kinetic, static attic filled to the brim;
With magical ease he displayed his energy laboratory.
In centrifugal dance, grey matter clogs to universal energy; round and round, resounding souls spew forth from Tesla tricks.
Burning holes in his soul’s pockets; creativity never sleeps. On the astral mind mingles with hyperactive atoms; their playtime, births a genius.
Tesla mind, like Einstein’s mind; a conglomerate of power, imprisoned by temporary mortality and oh, the miraculous echoes upon the ethers, eternally.
Science is a spoiled child; a self-limiting ego. The greatest minds go far beyond it. Answers sought, eluded by egoist, viral limitations; are potentially, forever lost. Tesla mind will present them, in another future.
Tucked up for a night in a cold, black hole; Tesla mind tricks await their next performance on planet Earth. Who will see and hear the static charge; that’ll manifest future miracles? Who will realize what they’ll witness?
Tesla mind’s bunk mates are few and far between; ego never recognizes genius, in its own time.
I thought of it and got in it
I have done the mistakes a lot in it
so solely,loudly,frankly i feel in it
sorry!sorry!sorry! i am really very sorry!
You have seen a friend in me but,
I have seen my life in you
You have seen a support in me but,
I judged that the impotency in you
For that please forgive this damn friend,please forgive this **** guy.
I kept doing mistakes regularly
You kept forgiving me frequently
I never asked and complied your views but
You always listened and followed my words
For that please forgive this heartless friend,please forgive this egoist guy.
You bid me sorry for the fault you haven't done
I hit you with silence for your assault i have run
You beat me scold me or mostly you hate me but
I plead you don't stop smiling because my life sets in that shining
For that please forgive this worst friend,please forgive this caring guy.
so solely,loudly,publicly i say you sorry!sorry!sorry! I am really very sorry.
One of the men who I always did brawl,
He did the same with me when I did sprawl
Against him in and around the school wall.
But I loved him as he supported in my fall.
He always who remained strong in squall.
His whole life is full of things big and small.
He had great powers to captivate and enthrall,
Which he used to control us full of gall.
I had been with him for nine years all –
All years nine or ten he did scrawl.
Is he selfish? Is he loving to all?
Is he egoist? Is he supporting in fall?
Such questions harassed my pitfall.
I got all answers positively in parasol –
He held my hands whenever I did call.
Made me what I’m now and took out from pall.
He is my inspiration, he is my ideal doll;
He is my guru, he is my cynic for my troll.
archetypically,
I sow my hysterical libido,
in the Jungian brain garden,
and reap only ecclesiastical weeds,
and subconscious rashes...
breaking apart, engorged,
mad egoist, freudian slip'd,
spilling repressed aloes,
into her ashen columbarium...
penitent, penniless,
scrabbled up the storied mount,
silently trapp'd, interlocuted,
cast back to a southern field...
adiposed, juniper kiss'd,
scarlet nin, flagrante delict(oh),
wagging tongued, freely spoken,
i'll come round again,
ecstatically.
Upon the silent seafront under the scorching summer sun,
I hear a voice that cries out soft and faint as it sounded,
"O ci którzy mogliby mnie pomagac, daj mi! Daj mi!"
"It's on my head you stood, tall and vibrant under the watchful eyes of the blue sky.
Listen you!
I am a traveller from a far away antique land,
Whose shattered visage lies, whose cries tell tales of cuffed hands in the sand.
I am with whom by myself I define, in the eye of God a man, the egregious egoist,
And in the eyes of other men, the enormous load, the outcast old psychopath.
Listen you!
In these winds that bleed the quietest of all my taints and troubles, I complain not,
And by the thundery roars of the rains and all the fears and scares they give me, I manage a smile,
I am a traveller in a desolate land, unaware of whom I have become.
Poem by HUDHAIFAH
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