Hypothesis:
What is an ego anyways
Are we born with it
And from the moment we have the willpower
we’re tasked with muting it
Or does it grow from experiences of rejection
Fed by whom?
Is it intrinsically preserving,
Extrinsically repelling…
For the sake of avoiding philosophical debate
Let’s say we have an agreed upon theory
Experiment:
I’d like to think my ego dissolved
The moment my mother dropped me
From her arms before I ever had a chance to challenge Piaget’s concept of object permanence
And when I plummeted to reality
I landed upon the selfless idea
That if their need for affirmation
Could supersede my need for survival
Then I could keep from ever falling so tragically again
Analysis:
And though ego death happens in silence
It’s showboating that sustains ego life
Suppose one without the death
could never question their impulses.
Without an initial fall
The ego can’t even see it’s own reflection
Categories:
showboating, change, death, mental health,
Form: Free verse
In your life, goodness has its best role,
You made being great looks really very cool,
Your success is cherished even by all fools,
Your kindness is used as an effective tool.
.
You are more pleasant than being a dreamboat,
Your smartness is even deeper than a sugarcoat,
Your goodness flows easily from coast to coast,
In the ocean of wisdom, your intelligence floats.
Your affectionate smile, is soothing to many hearts,
Your compassion is beyond the fill of carts,
Your comeliness is yet to have any copycat,
Your goodness comes at the drop of hats.
May God's blessings always be in your life,
May your life be full of exciting laughs,
May your haters' efforts do a swan dive,
May you life be full of melodious jives.
Categories:
showboating, blessing, encouraging, happiness, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
The vulgar obtain
degrees in sophistication,
the sophisticated study vulgarity.
Mice dress like men,
and rats lead the wolves.
No one is happy with their lot,
that allotment given, or taken away,
that political lottery that none win.
Can we shed our skins, like serpents
shuck this old-time corrupted living,
rinse away the sludge of
an untold history?
The bells no longer ring
in small town churches,
where the average
meet
to understand our
showboating American God.
Razzamatazz glitters on,
illuminating the homeless
as they shop for gold teeth,
for it is good to smile and shine,
when left behind,
under the cold,
cold, floodlight of fame and infamy.
Categories:
showboating, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Grapes of wrath despite the fire
In your bosom they burn
Can’t coalesce or coerce pressing problems to retire
Alongside frustrations and disappointments in the urn
That your world turns upside down
In lean times
That your pillow eiderdown
Limes in slimes
Raining from your eyes tears
Like fast running river water
Currents whose spears
In their sharpness batter
Your self esteem
To smithereens
Screaming and bouncing in stream
Screens and pins
From your delightful past
Have swollen
Doubt bouts cast
In stolen, crestfallen
Seesaws when your morale squeals
In its full span
Deals and reels
A regret van and pan
Floating and showboating
Restraining the anger
Clear, ***** and nearby flying and floating
Pangs and gangs of hunger
Wrath can’t cure
Your dilemma conundrum despite its cruelty
Skewer, pure and sure
Peace of mind of the variety
That a level head
Without raising temperatures
Or ruffling feathers on a boisterous bed
Achieves in brand new conflict resolution cultures.
Categories:
showboating, poems,
Form: Free verse
Look up in the sky! Such a frightening sight! the winds are a churning in horizontal flight!
It started with hail slamming down to the ground, then no showboating, things were floating, when you looked all around, I saw a cow, I don,t know how, being lifted up in the air!
Confounded and astounded, I must find a way to get out of here!
Suddenly! through the dark cloud a strange thing did appear, an extremely loud funnel cloud, that my eyes and ears could not bear.
A huge and great menace, it moved most supernaturally, this wondrous wind wonder hadn't left me anyplace to flee!
With nowheres to run and lil time left to wait, I threw out my hands in prayer and accepted my fate.
Categories:
showboating, angst, death, faith, fear,
Form: I do not know?