The man who lacks all humility
His persona so overrated
Redemption is but futility
With his ego overinflated
Then as a wolf dressed in sheep's clothing
A predator in search of a kill
Unrestrained and lacking self-loathing
Expecting all to bend to his will
In a web of his own construction
Unfortunate if caught in his hands
While he feeds on others destruction
So unapologetic he stands
With his character just one sided
This cad needs to be put in his place
From all our lives should be divided
And then outcast from the human race
Absurdity walked this path of a whorish lane,
Dauntingly decked in a dark seductive garb
Egregiously seeks the thrones by craftiness,
Nebulous transverse for the wayfaring man.
Illusions of a well worn thigh concealed with facial mascara.
Killjoy bipolar nagging for control, demanding dominance by demonic antics,
Eccentric public commodity makes it the brothels for quickie.
Acrimony well taught from the market square by “Iyaloja”
Damaging defiance conscripting father to “garri Ijebu” and Fish
Egomania derailed from home and deprived of morals,
Sagged and perforated lurid frame perfumed for a prey
Offensive forlorn factious feigned facades
Lacklustre and noxious mien seduced the prey by lewd bait,
Absurd Incentive the goal, merchandise of greed, A week of affiance.
The self
is but a wicked dream
that lifts you high
to let you fall.
"Inflatable", men call such boast
that stretches the imagine
so to propel the I
to heights unknown to none save "me".
A bloated thrill is I
whose bubble bursts too soon,
fading into the insignificance
of a splat of spit.
Why do we flatter ourselves
by raising pompous sails
to catch the wind that blows
in the doldrums of our self-esteem?
Can I declare a duty poetic,
orating of a love alphabetic?
No honorable intentions,
free-venting my notions…
Escapes in a mere write,
reshaping joys, or spite…
Echoing wordy sashays,
nuances, and mind play…
Calculating mythomania,
elevates to an egomania!
Cast the grandiose delusions aside
Artistry is where pretensions abide…
Like words full of farce,
levitate beautiful scars!
(10/12/2020: '05 Crownline 236 LS, Folsom)
There are men of clay and men of steel
Those who stand and those who kneel
People that beg, others who steal
Those numb inside and others that feel
There ain’t no more innocence
Just greed, darkness and sin
Desolate and destitute
A great void within
What makes you tick?
Make your switch flick?
Damned siblings of evolution
Empty shells devoid of soul
What is your destination?
Egomania is your final goal
There are men of moderation and men of gluttony
Those who enslave and those who set you free
People that are blind, others who see
Those who stay and others that flee
There ain’t no more silence
Just noise and screams
Distorted reality
Shattered dreams
What drives you on?
Angels or devil’s spawn?
Damned siblings of evolution
Empty shells devoid of soul
What is your destination?
Egomania is your final goal
Insatiable greed
A hunger you cannot feed
Bloodletting your pain
Will drive you insane.
_*I FOUND ME , THANX TO ALL SELFISH IN MY LIFE*_
In the era of egomania
I nourushed lossing someone phobia.
I cried for those; who laughed at me
I convinced them with my down knee
I chassed them, I begg them
I kept the stone and terminated gem
Now I learned how to survive ,
I found me , thanx to all selfish in my life
I have skill for art , stydy, dance and writing
for shake of their attention i was blighting
I was crying whole night
left the bright colour and stayed in dim light
where there is no value of my existence
but now I choose to enhance
See, I learned how to survive
i found me , thanx to all selfish in my life
The narcissistic eye ogles itself in the glass;
Which egoistic orgy well paints Man's greed.
His self-elevating smiles mirrors easily prove
As crude hungers only selfish deeds can feed.
And so do you still continue to wonder why
Conceited doctors thrive while patients die.
You know the inscrutable reason lawyers grin,
All the way to the bank as grimey outlaws win.
The grim riders who usurp others' right of way
Typify paedophiles who maul wee infant souls.
And barbarian cops firing shots at calm folks,
Subtly tell the cold despot's vainglorious goal.
Do not look far to behold villainous monsters
Who top filthy lists of most-wanted gangsters,
When you daily spot many self-serving priests
With Bible-like Kalashnikovs and soiling wrists.
In our most common dispositions you'll note,
Ugly human gluttonies of every cannibal sort.
God I Know You See Me
By Franklin Price
3/5/2017
God I know You see me
As I write this prayer to You
Please guide us on our journey
In everything we say and do
Help us to remember
That for us You're always here
To help us with the paths we take
To overcome our doubt and fear
Help us with our selfishness
Have moments of lucidity
To be aware our egomania
And actions of stupidity
Help us in the U.S.A.
To see that action gets it done
That we are all responsible
Not just the elected one
Help us see we're not just here,
For ourselves, but for us all
Help us safely to the ground
To stop this needless fall
God, I pray You help us
Correct all we can that's wrong
Help us work together
To help this country get along
Amen
we are the earth
born from the stars
we are stardust
but much more we are
we inherited nature
we're not made for the city
we left our first love
to become humanless and ugly not pretty
We are the egomania animal
we think we're so important, the center of everything
and were really just another mammal
Maybe everything's special in the bigger picture of things
we are cruel and merciful
We know how to consciously invoke terror
and we know how to consciously invoke compassion
We are both sides, evil and good, full of life and passions
Have you heard of Thomas from Tasmania
Suffered from a severe case of egomania
The cat's meow
Described him and how
Case was, he was only a hero in his own crania
© Jack Ellison 2015
I woke up weak, wet and
worried on this sorry Sunday,
Rosie and some friends came to
wine and dine on Saturday.
I still had my Spandex boxers on
though it’s smelling and soaked
I realy need a gig to take me to
the kitchen.. I am choked.
I used to hate exuberance,
excessiveness and egomania;
how on earth did I got insane…
drowning in insomnia.
Do I need a Listerine soaked
tissue to clear the mess on my
body?
Tid-bits and memories of last
night might affect my... study.
It’s like Dire Straits was having a
crazy concert in my head
I saw Lunar Craters in the space
I used to have my bed.
Is this real? I mean the these
UFOs and
wormholes,
or is my eyes drifting away from
reality… drunk with bowls?
It was a crazy campfire; with
friends from Hammond,
clearing up the mess was… as
hard as almond.
I needed some pills to douse the
pain I felt after the clean up,
I just can’t imagine myself
getting so messed up.
Hours of horrible happenings
Afraid of aerobatics’ artist
Lovely and lively lyrics by louts
Luggage of lies and loss fills the land
Outrageous onslaught on oldies
Weird wards willing to waste
Excitements erode the egomania
Elite excused? …Not exempted
Naughty ninjas at night niggle.
He told me he is hot and I’m not
Then I looked at the cooking pot and the flower pot
I wondered! What gap exist between the belly and beauty
I will ask the sun and the dark cloudy city
He told me he is hot and I’m not
Then I gazed at the aged hut and the blue spot
I wondered! What are the pains and gains of time and chance?
I would ask the bending bones and the legs that dance
If you are hot and I’m not
Don’t blame the Creator for the seed that rot
For they are the future trees that feeds the nation
So, paint your ego with ash and caution
If you are hot and I’m not
Don’t add salt to the content of your teapot
For it will make the content sour and poor
If you are hot and he is not, do not think that he is poor
If you are hot and I’m not
Don’t put your head on the pillow of a baby cot
For it will dent your intended egomania
If he’s hot and you’re not, forget his egomania.
song title.. 'I am hot' by Dbanj [ a Nigerian artiste ] - required by member contest. music to
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