Megalomaniacs Poems | Examples


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Premium Member The New Guilded Age

We are in a new Guilded Age
Sucking the teats of the ultra-rich and powerful
Holding our breath 
To ensure we survive

While the elites get their spaceship
The rest of us get cheap makeup
Biding our time
To hopefully survive

Demigods with cattle prods 
Keep us all in line
Silence the public voice
So megalomaniacs get enshrined

Battle-bruised hands stretch out
Only to be removed in zip-ties
Your questions will be ignored
answers bathed in our frigid lies

Self Destruction

It was a world of two ideologies
Both wanting to hold sway
Neither of which were prepared
To give anything away 
Now it’s a world of two Empires
Neither of which are ready to stop
But the strange thing is the same 
Type of people are still at the top
The world is still full of poverty
Disease, famine and despair
But the Megalomaniacs in charge
As always just don’t care.
Nobody seems to find 
The situation rather odd
The destruction each will cause
In pursuit of their form of god
And very few seem prepared 
To ask the question why
That pursuit pf power requires
 Many millions may have to die
Perhaps it’s nature’s way of stating
In a form both graphic and succinct
It’s very nearly the time for
Mankind to go extinct.

Panicking the Pandemic

Deciphered deceptions that the summer brings,
As the cathedrals crumble for the corona Kings…
Units ubiquitous unleashed with sweeping strings,
Infectious isolation internal as the contagious clings…

The wounded wander amongst the Hellion hordes,
Where the good battle evil with spiritual swords…
Incurable innocence isolated within their wards,
Inoculable irritations brought by the overlords…

Pestiferous pestilence penetrates through the veil,
Miasmatic megalomaniacs marauding their fail…
Incoherent illusions of their toxicant slaving scale,
For the mephitic wars will end and Love shall prevail.



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Premium Member The Book of Dust

We are but fleeting shadows
 On the  impersonal sea of time
Footprints washed away in its sands
Such traces that we do leave
Are found in fading memories
And crumbling artefacts.
There are those who aspire
To be written into the pages of history
For cultural immortality
Yet we are no more than specks of dust
In a swirling boundless universe
Minuscule megalomaniacs
With a magnificent obsession
Clinging to a belief in life without end
To give meaning to our existence
That final sleep,portrayed as our dream world,
is oblivion, pure and simple
The ultimate annihilation
Remember man that thou art dust
And into dust thou shalt return.

Crazy Governments

Crazy governments

And their leaders too

Want to raise down

Missiles on me and you

Psychopathic, maniacs

Disturbed megalomaniacs

Bringing down death

With falsehood and lies

Manifesting fear from the skies

And what are we doing

Why don't we protest

We should create civil unrest

From the East to the West

Pile on the pressure

On these governments

Show we've had enough of their wars

We want peace so won't take it anymore

Don't let them push us to the edge of extinction

One second to midnight

So stand with conviction

Let's create a mass global power eviction

And drive them out of power

And manifest a new way

Not just finding new faces to replace

Those warmongers who we just kicked out

We need a paradigm shift without any doubt.

Ballad of the Bomb


Megalomaniacs, from any era,
all have the killer extinct gene
A beastly desire to bring everything
to the brink of nothing
Oh, how some would love to channel 
their inner Nero
To make civilization come crashing down
in a smouldering pile 
of rubble, ashes and smoke
They love playing the villain role,
being the anti-hero
Mad fiddling amidst the burning fumes
of cobalt, sulfur and flesh
Maniacal laughter bursting into an apocalyptic torch tune — 
a melting pot melody of humanity doomed:

Blow it all up,
burn it all down
Let every wail be covered in dust

Empty the vials,
overflow the cup
Drink the nectar of nuclear lust 

Feel the cannibal zeal of madness,
taste the consuming mushroom fear
Every breathing soul getting naked snuffed

Blow it all up,
burn it all down
Let every cry be smothered by dust


Premium Member Megalomaniacs

The world they try to shrink to their

Own size 


For


Great they wish to appear, before their

Dazzled eyes!



(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
      07 August 2015

Belsan

This was written for the Belsan Tragedy....

Mother Earth has completed
the cycle of the sun
Searing agony; blackened dreams
Freewill has been undone

Vivid memories tainted by blood
Megalomaniacs on the prowl,
charging through doorways
Altering course of lives

Masters of predation
Masters of the gun
Masters of deprivation
No need to pull a con

Guns, robes, identity (un) known
Hunted by all
Entrapped by none

Three day of terror
Families' oppignerate
If the sun should rise again
We'll never congregate

Just like Icarius
Who flew from Crete on wings
The sun indeed did rise
Alas! The sea beckoned as well

What was the purpose I wonder, 
or am I an ignorant fool?
Multiple lives lost to plunder 
Still I say, what was the use?

Porch Swing

the cold came in
like a sideways glance 
from a once spectacular friend
it froze my movements
just as the labrea memorialized
the bones of other
trying beasts
with thick,
viscuid
material

to shed such matter
in such a manner
is difficult at best
easy at worst

i cannot help but to think
of the last star in view
just before 
the death of the old
giving way to
the new chrysalis

developing new
forging methods
in the midsts of 
all the crazies
clowns
and megalomaniacs
because
washing tides tell me

i've been all of the above

just a look
at me
i still love me
i am here
despite everything

society beats the skatt out of people
it doesn't matter who you think you are
you are human
you feel

i am humanesque
i resemble something that remembers
Love
Loyalty
Longevity

let's go-
don't give away your given place 
to the fools waiting
for your  compliance

shriek and call out into the darkness
to fish for those  who are neccessary
to get us
out of the b.s. swamp

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