sans geography
The USA is this world
others, planets...
Japan is Russia
Brazil is in China
China is out there...!
Relationships without wings
opportunities that stings
durability’s ultimate success
believers in possess
congestion of broken heart
temptation detains its art
shadows of inner realities
megalomania certainties
generosity with trumpets
taken into justice
refuge in community
failed by individuality
eyes of highest ideal
values how much to feel
sacrifices in cause of liberty
guilty conscious misery
Defunctive decadent dreams upon desert Dunes,
Where your love drifts to dust within sandy storms…
The dry devious air assimilates amorous dusty debris,
entombing maleficent mirages.
My breath betrayed by stimulated sinister sins,
Illusive illusions adorn the gated Gardens of Eden…
Rhetorical replicas reflect from your slaving smile.
machiavellian mirrors magistrate.
Forged in fires of facsimile you rise like the Phoenix,
Effigy of a carbon copy of deceptive deliverance…
A petulant puppet master of megalomania madness,
archetypes of amour ambushed.
A portrait of love through a passionate photograph,
Suspended within parallel paradoxes of surrender...
Your love keeps me captured amongst tenacious time,
spurious memories marauding.
June.08.2020
4 Sapphic Stanzas
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
N/A for contest
At a Megalomaniac Convention
At a megalomaniac convention
I fell in love with me
So I proposed and asked myself
Will you marry me?
No, I said, I’m too good for you!
Yet much to my chagrin
No, Was not an Answer
So, I asked myself again
Please marry me I asked once more
The question now redundant
But when your ego is big like mine
Results are not abundant
I went to the county courthouse
For a license to see me through
All they did was look at me
And said, there’s only one of you!
I then went home to kill myself
But I had run my luck
For every time I shot myself
My ego made me duck
And now here we all sit
The two of us that’s me
Blaming megalomania
For my split personality
Some ghost in peoples mind need to control,
every aspect of circumstance to enroll.
The raging spirit in constant demand to chase illusion,
with sweet words, drama and phony conclusion.
The fear of not being in charge by all means,
destroys all good attention in short coming’s not seen.
Hidden fragile uncertainties covered by shallow believe,
creating painful structures with no relief.
Destinies beatitude pointed towards all direction,
chained to the source of this infection.
The perjuries towards the illusion of freedom,
is the constant rising of another millennium.
The catastrophic ripple effect towards the relative,
by poor judgments sensed has competitive.
Megalomania is the belief of power abilities regardless,
shallow emotional intellect performed by ruthless charges.
Powerful and admirable pictures are usually the point,
questioning others towards responsibilities being a ‘disappoint’.
The dragon of false illusion has many heads,
taken others credit and values as alphabet.
Mystic pseudonyms is the fire in the oxygen,
riding the beast of burden to the melancholic dungeon.
Some ghost in peoples mind need to control,
every aspect of circumstance to enroll.
The raging spirit in constant demand to chase illusion,
with sweet words, drama and phony conclusion.
The fear of not being in charge by all means,
destroys all good attention in short coming’s not seen.
Hidden fragile uncertainties covered by shallow believe,
creating painful structures with no relief.
Destinies beatitude pointed towards all direction,
chained to the source of this infection.
The perjuries towards the illusion of freedom,
is the constant rising of another millennium.
The catastrophic ripple effect towards the relative,
by poor judgments sensed has competitive.
Megalomania is the belief of power abilities regardless,
shallow emotional intellect performed by ruthless charges.
Powerful and admirable pictures are usually the point,
questioning others towards responsibilities being a ‘disappoint’.
The dragon of false illusion has many heads,
taken others credit and values as alphabet.
Mystic pseudonyms is the fire in the oxygen,
riding the beast of burden to the melancholic dungeon.
sublime eyes etching
on mystic magic
sans moaning macula
crushing canorous coda
lips lurching labium
made from megalomania
skin sans sore
like delicate draws
nocturnal nature's call
body melting mist
of gelid gift
choice callous clipped
all fiddling features:
Luna's fostering figure.
19:12:21:05:20
We drove all day on dusty roads to Xian
in the Shaanxi province
to see the clay men.
The army is deployed in large archaeological pits.
Our guide, a Chinese beauty, marshals us from the front
like any good general.
Her voice is a dulcet lagoon
in this desiccated place.
We all notice that her silk cheongsam
clings to her embroidered,
peach of a bottom.
The arsenic-poisoned emperor died as mad as a hatter,
believing a metalloid would grant him endless life.
It`s difficult to tell if his megalomania arrived
before his craziness, or after
but they buried him deep where insanity is timeless.
As we file out, I look back.
The clay spear carriers
the foot soldiers, the dusty officers
even the horses,
all of them seem to be stifling smirks -
their eyes latched upon
a heavenly peach, no doubt.
…the greatest poet who ever lived
…our Lord Jesus Christ
Wishes that wash upon the shallow shore,
Lacrimal lesions of the holographic whore…
Tectonic temptations, the lava shall pour,
Unleashing emotions, entombed we gore.
Mangled monuments of ruins regurgitate,
Surfacing megalomania of demons dominate…
Demonic destruction encroaches to infiltrate,
Demigods of desire will position to penetrate.
Distant horizons dissipating within plain sight,
Frigid frustrations amidst fore playing frostbite…
Detestation distortions of Hell’s agape appetite,
Antagonizing warring Angels take feverous flight.
Falling into oblivion within the blink of an eye,
Idempotent illusions making macabre to justify…
But there stands one soul, whose words do magnify,
Their love spreading thru asphyxiating air to clarify.
...background music by 'The Metal Heroes'
A tool tribute band... copy of 'Sinkfist'
Using a male virtual voiceover
June.24.2019
More To Me Poetry
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Placed 1'st...
Premiere Contest...
Thank You
nefarious nightmares
demons disseminating death
megalomania masters
umbilical unrest
by banishing beloved breath
The theme...a dream
Syllable...68868
May.15.2019
Writing Challenge 2
Lind68868 Poetry
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Placed 4'th...Thank You
Remorse
A dainty dish great minds consume
On the humble horse
Small minds can’t begin to assume
In their bid to earn fame
Coveted in the confines of smallness
Vanquished, extinguished and distinguished in blame
As they claim a dose of sadness
That leaves them empty
In body and spirit
When small minds to their detriment court and escort Humpty Dumpty
In his writ
To promote megalomania
Blown oversize
In consort with the mania
Whose prize
Swells small egos
Granting them soporific succor
Upon lumbering them with cargoes
Of ravenous rancor
While the humble
In their modesty and meekness
Shamble forth and stumble
Upon vistas of boundless bliss and happiness.
Monopolies, duopolies and oligopolies spell danger
Collecting scraps of personal data, averting due tax
Mingling with and tingling a ribald ranger
Displacing, misplacing and suppressing the affable axe.
Monopolies in information technology cyberspace
Slay democracy, lay foundations for autocracy
Manipulating and circulating data in stealth space
Pandering to and engendering artificial aristocracy.
Monopolies obsessed with data consolidation
For trade with bundles and blades of profits
On the back of tax evasion pursued with premeditation
Incinerate and vitiate users and account holders’ benefits.
Monopolies drunk with megatons of megalomania
Kill and spill incentives to build a fairer platform
Bereft of insignias of data kleptomania
Bent and meant to degrade and invade users data tome.
Stick the Boot in, Mrs May
Stick the boot in Putin
Kick him up the bum
Don’t let his megalomania
Stop you from having fun
Stick the boot in Putin,
Kick him in the knee,
Pelt him hard with rotten eggs,
Make him start world war three.
Stick the boot in Putin,
Tell him that Novochok,
Was made by him with rubber gloves,
Plant evidence in his sock.
Stick the boot in Putin,
Look righteous, good and strong,
Demand he ‘fesses up the truth,
(Even if it probably was Iran, Israel, Uzbekistan or some nutter from Porton Down),
He’ll never prove you wrong.
Phantom Fear
A schizoid severe conjuring phantom fear
Puddles of pain never to redeem and regain
Demons at dawn seductive serpents spawn
Abandoned by god forever fallaciously flawed
Fallen angels spread devoured by the dead
Embryonic evil sings flapping of wounded wings
Meet my megalomania a silent schizophrenia
Forever falling I hear the wavering wind calling
Tangled in torment within a lachrymose lament
Tightening the captive chain again and again.
Aug.28.2017
Fear
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Do not panic about Third World War
Saying it is somewhere brewing anger
What you see as symptoms are fake
Because the real thing has been foiled
Third World war is being fought daily
In football stadiums of the playful world
These battle-fields of war without war
Has magic immunity against bloody war
Youth are suffering soccer megalomania
Super powers are sick with nuclear fever
Veterans of the super wars are idle ghosts
God of wars have migrated to other planets
Now that Third World War has been foiled
Better sit down and watch soccer battles
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