#egoism
She is eager, wants
to have me, yet not give up --
anything for me.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 3:43 AM UTC
What price adventure
When the risk outweighs the venture,
No dishonor not to start,
Merely you just being smart.
If compunction is the cause,
That adrenaline rush which draws,
Take a breath and think it through,
Is the only one affected - you?
Does bravery need be so foolhardy,
With reason as an afterthought and tardy,
When blind desire clearly trumps all thought,
For ego trips that can be simply bought.
Extreme tourism knows no other name,
Never quite the path to everlasting fame,
At best it gives a sudden winded rush,
At worst with Death itself you'll surely brush.
So many have regardless met such fate,
Gone far too soon before their fated date,
For every mountain peak or ocean deep,
Lie countless graves where mothers sadly weep.
Jun 27, 2023
Jun 27, 2023 at 9:38 AM UTC
I know
fathers fail
as the great man
who knows the outside world
with whom you are safe, and
happy when he is proud of you
who takes you with him and shows you
the way in his domain, and step by step
you begin to see that it is different
That doesn't count at first
but suddenly it's over
Then you no longer listen
to your pet name, you fight
scratches in your soul
cracks in the calluses
It bleeds when you scratch it
Until you can breathe freely
and the wounds close
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 1:59 AM UTC
At home on the couch
I crumple the edges
of the puke bag
The old times, the old songs
the excuses for the postponement
of the promised future
are back, back
from not having been away
We're still at home
in Old Man State, our
freedom was a dream
There are no more musicians
and no more beautiful
girls from Ukraine
The iron cold is back, back
from not having been away
Jun 11, 2023
Jun 11, 2023 at 2:43 AM UTC
Believers give God
a portion of His abundance
not as a sacrifice, but as a person
who helps neighbours and fellow villagers
spares pack animals and allows butterflies
to flutter and who is not only sweet
to stuffed animals
but builds fountains
to water the noble horses
Unbelievers decide for themselves
whether they sell their yield
what they eat and what they share
God and greedy people too
choose themselves who benefits
what the henchmen get
for taking, and the front men
for hiding the abundance
in the heavenly clouds of Moneyland
Mar 31, 2023
Mar 31, 2023 at 2:50 AM UTC
Don't think of yourself!
Join me, you would never want --
me to go alone!
Oct 17, 2022
Oct 17, 2022 at 3:52 AM UTC
People are party
to politics for the peace --
of self-interest.
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 3:20 AM UTC
Such a selfish thought
Being attached to the past
when it is understood
moments are not meant to last.
Change is braided with time,
Are we supposed to ignore that?
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
Egoism kills, I read, when walking.
I continued, strolling ahead and talking
to myself. I assured me I was fine,
the problem 'egoism' wasn't mine.
At home, cozy, dropping kisses
to the missus
and the kids, amidst I stopped, I questioned
myself
and told them I had come up with a plan.
Do if you're strong and respect those who
do whatever they can
to spread the charisma of care-ism, a
way to think of the others and ****
egoism.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
The most rhymed word
In the poetry world is
Me.
That reveals volumes about
Us.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
Egoism is root of everything
everything in the universe
every behaviour
People try to deny that
but it's a lie
in the end, their action
is also the result of egoism;
however, neatly hidden
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Here's an adage to evaluate:
God helps those who help themselves.
Allow me please to start debating,
Speaking first on race relations;
Then you might go on on tax deductions,
And I'll rebut with school age shootings,
And all the *** and moral misconduct;
But the pinnacle's reached
With hedonistic fate,
The Oval Office of those United States.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
you thought it was her decision
but instead it was you
she was ready to give you everything
but it was you who locked the door
you thought she was on the inside
ignoring the sounds
while you knocked and knocked
but those who live on the streets wonder
why you won't come outside
or let them in
you treat her like a guest
visiting her life
doing her a favor
forgiving her
explaining her away
waiting for her to open the door
the one you closed
and as you sit alone
she feels the same as before
lost
loving a man who cannot love anything
except his own mind
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
capsized beating purple algorithm
for a heart,
cross-nit aspirations
still taste dirt on my teeth,
the mission creep of eager eyed poets,
carry a briefcase with my levi's --
close cut cigarette encounters,
all brick shantytown of a friendship
them lovelies run on endless,
it's starting to get cold outside.
restless sprites circle our *****
exhaling greek mythopoeics
every sure footed step.
alcoholism echoes in my skin
a depth charge i cannot cut out,
we all have broken thoughts here,
all have blind spots in our stomachs,
they read like a preacher's insecurities:
burly things we warm ourselves with,
the winters sting bitter.
something is wrong with me,
sinkhole of ambition and honey kisses,
all the great thinkers **** themselves,
it's the staunch lack of spotlight,
way the earth drips lackadaisical-like
we just call it a perfect orbit.
shake my hand and feel a goldilocks pulse
anemic shards of a cornered animal,
we cut right
to the bone
here, or so we tell ourselves.
and love is always the answer?
that sure footed toothy angel
so beautiful, it couldn't just be our
churlish blood,
frothing and calming,
frothing and calming,
electrons rise and fall to create light,
they still circle an untapped atrocity
perfectly,
like this, like it must be
god
or something close. something
stopping them from running, free
from bonds ionic or otherwise,
bare feet
beating the pavement until there are
no more stones to throw.
firstborns of the universe,
each star is a setting sun,
blinks staggered,
still grew us up quicker than most,
there is no aphrodisiac like heliocentrism.
them bones cut good
doped up on oxytocin,
those empty thoughts still rattling,
dig sharp -- then nice and numb.
and we cutthroat and glossy,
sharper than ever.
walk outside
smoke a cigarette
know how much you love her,
look at the stars --
it's ******* beautiful isn't it
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Poetry is the altruistic apogee of the individualistic emotional egoist.
The lack of feeling, and the lack of empathy,
the petty attempt to hide them with creativity.
It’s truly astonishing how we can fool ourselves into thinking we’re kind
When we’re just wasting our time, pretending to see when we’re blind.
How could we ever emulate our chemical imbalances on one another?
The only way to do it is the kindly overrated feeling of love and affection.
And why would we need words, if we’re sure about our love for each other?
Oh, we’re puzzled to believe that our puny poetry represents felt perfection.
Yet we just walk through the valleys of lyricism,
Lost in our own wishes for joy or demise
And yet we become shadows of perfectionism
Filled with the detachment we criticize.
Our representation is our perdition
We've lost ourselves in our own mission.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC