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.
Categories:
megalomaniacs, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
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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Categories:
megalomaniacs, conflict, confusion, love,
Form: Rhyme
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.
Categories:
megalomaniacs, atheist,
Form: Free verse
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.
Categories:
megalomaniacs, crazy, leadership, power, sky,
Form: Narrative
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
Categories:
megalomaniacs, dark, death, visionary, wisdom,
Form: Elegy
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
Categories:
megalomaniacs, allegory, character, parody,
Form: Epigram
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?
Categories:
megalomaniacs, angst, introspection, life, loss,
Form: I do not know?
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
Categories:
megalomaniacs, friendship, happiness, holiday, life,
Form: Free verse