Long Ego Poems
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My fake confidence
Could surely kill you,
Large and colossal,
A giant in its hard shell.
It clings to me,
Armor I didn’t choose,
A brittle shield
That I’ve painted gold.
I see your ego drilling into you,
Spiraling, twisting,
Digging deeper than you know.
There’s no turning back—
You’re tied to the tracks.
The iron bites,
A weight you thought you could carry.
The whistle is blowing,
Echoing through the air,
And the train is in the distance, growing.
Your defiance burns—
Eyes locked on mine,
But I see the cracks
You won’t let show.
And I stand there,
Feet planted,
Hands clenched at my sides.
Do I untie you?
Do I run?
Or do I stay and let the collision come?
Because when the train arrives,
It’s not just you.
My confidence stands too tall,
Too hollow,
To survive the blow.
And when the whistle fades,
What will be left?
Not us—
Only the tracks.
He razzed Iran’s chieftain emir
Cotton's had his writing premiere
The paparazzi
Might call him a Nazi
But he's just a smart profiteer
Author's note: This young senator reminds me of someone who might have attended a Hitler youth camp. Fear is his opportunity. While he is strangely self-assured, he is on the same side of the nuclear negotiations as the Iranian hardliners. He doesn't go back and talk about the time the USA overthrew the democratically elected government of Iran and installed the brutal Shah. (Even if that information is critical to the relationship we now have with the Iranians.) If talks fail we know there will be a short term benefit to certain groups. Are you affiliated with them, Senator? Follow the $$$.
he crossed my path
so I shouted him off
imbecile arrogant
what does he know?
how dare he question
my main intention
when still I figure out
what to do?
how dare he ask
share water from pond,
when I own the land
and that only pond,
says he I may own
the structure around,
but land and water
belong to God!
water must be shared
with the thirsty many,
because the water is always
to quench the thirst,
the land we walk is never ours
but one day the land
will claim us as its own!
he trades kindness with all
and he has a following!
I have all the wealth
but I am all alone!
why should I care to reason with him?
To me he is mean and a little dim!
no contest
written 10/Jan/2021
My Kevorkian Alter Ego
Go head jump
Put me out of your misery
You don't have the balls
All talk and no devastation
This charade is an overplayed drama.
It's boring me this non event
The only thing that has died is my interest
I want a Greek Tragedy.
Cutting your wrists
Attempted O.D.'s swallowing pills
cries for help that have been drowned out
By the song of false suicide threats.
It's embarrassing to watch
These pathetic acts of a coward
A gun in your mouth with a hair trigger.
An electric appliance in a filled bathtub.
A toaster would be a nice touch
Makes a great headline or caption ...He's toast
These are methods sure to end it.
Your slow boat to death has run out of rivers
The Chiva the Cocaine the Oxys the Meth
Are condiments used to flavor addiction
So let's get it over with
Time to make the grand exit.
What makes you think anyone gives a .
Make a big splash that will show them
That you don't give a either.
Ego Vs. Soul Thing
Let's Take A
Crack At It.
(No Peaking.)
Ego, Well There You Go,
Right Away, That's Not
Just One Word...
Even If I
Narrow It Down
To A Trillion.
*
Psychology Paints It
Several Times As A
'Scientific' Term...
But That Science
Is Made With Babies
Having Tantrums
With Their Toys.
Very Specific Maybe -
Depending On A Dream.
Dragons And Butterflies,
Shock With ROAR-Shock!
Miss-Spelling Well Intended.
*
Let's See - Give It A Whack:
A Conscious Sense Of Self.
*
Whatever, That Wasn't Hard,
I Tried To Scrub All
The Pride And Vanity Off,
A Sense Of Purpose
Got A Little Rub Too.
Oh, You Mean THAT Kind of Ego.
How You Define Yourself?
There Sure Are A Lot Of
Various Forms Of Insult
Hidden Behind All Those
Walls, Judgements And
Justifications And Evaluations...
*
Here's A Good One:
No Excuse Is Good Enough.
*
So, Narrow Narrow Narrow Down...
Ego=Self.
That Isn't Much Progress.
It Just Became Another Word
That's Way
Over
My Head.
Start Over - Dead.
***
The Competitor Is Out Of The Game.
I Mean, The Other Word Is Not
Even In The Same Arena...
Not Even The Same Sport,
Not Even The Same Consideration
Of Aspecting, Of Sportingness...
Of Consciousness...
Proudly Vague And Strong
With Pressured Flow
On Floods And Calm...
Not Even A Rain-Drop
Can Be Explained.
Not Even A Color.
-Gray Squirrel
06-06-2025
The fact is it happens to all men
It’s only a matter of when
The horror we display
Will turn any women away
The hurt to our pride
That she will not get to ride
Our ego is hurt
With an inability to squirt
Our reactions are anger
Gone is our swagger
We felt we disappointed you
That we can’t give what is due
We don’t know what happened
And refuse to get examined
This problem is our own
The embarrassment alone
Is enough to run and hide
The fact we did not provide
You think it is you
That we cannot screw
Make it your own issue
We hand you a tissue
We need your support
Not your report
We are sorry is sometimes happens
It really does sadden
You’re going as far as I throw you,
Soon as I jumped off the porch, I was Goku.
Soon as I knew you were a fan, I was for you
gets real like a gender reveal, I adore you.
Hole-in-one, I do this for the sport,
Get me a deal, never get a divorce.
Hop on the beat, I’ma leave in a Porsche,
High as a plane, need a plain Jane.
All in your raps is the same thing,
Tote guns? I got more stories
Than Forrest Gump got the potion.
The devil emojis, you send them to me how I get them so often?
When I'm getting top, I'm with Jocelyn.
I’ma start from the bottom, but I'm getting all of it.
Can’t see me, I’m behind tint.
I ain't going to catch no attempt.
I ain't vibin' with an itch,
I will never be a simp.
I’m pulling green like I’m pushing the OG,
Dismiss all these hoes, leave 'em lonely.
I gotta move, I ain’t posted.
I got G.O.D. with me, keep it on me.
The bigger the opponent, the harder they falling.
I’m obviously on one I always get off it.
I got a bone to pick who I’m rolling with?
Loyalty more I ain’t got no friends.
Only play pretend who you dancing with?
Get a nasty twist every time that you on a trip.
I be talking 'bout life is a bitxh,
Never tit for tat I ain’t got time for that.
I be laughing every time I hit the gas,
What you know 'bout me getting a chick with an ass?
Every time you miss me, it's like skipping a class.
Yeah, weight the track I give it motion.
Left her on read, no emotion.
Chasing the bread I be boasting.
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
By what labyrinthine repetitions,
by what agile, precise divisions,
by what accretions, do we compile
a life's arcane hieroglyphs,
its subtle, unmathematic mysteries?
What cold calculus shall we yet invent
to construct the introspective model?
What distribution curve, what standard deviation,
shall predict the time remaining 'tll we exist
entirely in a universe of our own creation?
Shall we make of stars mere red-shifted
spectral lines on photographic plates?
Will heartache be reduced to sine waves,
mapped by styli on graduated rolls
revolving in precise concurrence
with computed average biologic rates?
Shall we expunge the record from the file,
shall we precipitate a system crash?
What key will be called escape and which restore?
What impulse may span the neural gap,
what synapsis presage what deity?
And will there be a world left to explore?
Will we stop to soliloquize?
What obeisance shall we require?
Piety is no mark of barren earth and rocks,
nor of sterile wind and raging fire.
Your impression of my hearts expression,
fed your ego and you twisted my intentions,
instead of listening in the conversation,
to sit down and actually hear what i was saying,
but again,,your ego gets in the way,
your communications cut short, you only hear what you say,
so if everything falls apart from the door,
because of all this, how can you expect more?,
the reason you still cannot let me go,
is because you can't see past your face in spite of your nose,
and this argument has gone on for way too long,
then again,,please tell me who else has the guts to tell you your wrong,
i've seen many shake their heads saying he doesn't listen,
so consumed in himself, he can't see what he's missing,
man, are you still studying me, trying to figure this all out?,
can't you see i love you, not your ego, now will you please throw it out!