"egoic" poems
over-caffeinated like a maj-gician (the electricians of existence), Matilda sang her morning brew a lullaby as she convinced breakfast not to panic from the pain of the frying pan- "sit quietly, take the pain, feel the burn- SIZzle! soon you'll be a human being and begin your life as a synthetic deity free within the skin of metastasized consciousness."
soon the egg seized in pleasure; a masochistic joy overtook it as yoke splurged from within like ****** ***** during ******* when the gimp has forgotten the safety word, screaming
BANANA
NEW YORK
CODE ORANGE
! ! !
while the perpetrator continues to scream verses from the Bible and Leviticus 1:3; an audiotape of On Being and Nothingness sends chills down the dark-sides spine in a hyperreal realization of the role choice plays in evils mortality.
must we listen while we speak? does reciprocity die in egoic colonization of the African subcontinent of the mind? is this the beginning of an age of autism born within the confines of illuminated rectangles of permissible distance and social hell-frozen-over?
man, you weren't even paying attention.
**** you.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
I am not
the prettiest girl
or the sexiest
not the smartest
or most talented
but I am a unique
array assembled
of whozeewhatsits
(razor blade analogies
fluorescent petal lips
coloring book flips shifting
hues and lines in real time
intense passion pigments
softened by maniacal sillies
black glitter, tears, tongue, teeth
synaptic syntax screams
billowing belly cavern
sacred swallows swimming
serifs seeping thru sweat
into fluffiest warm cotton
pinksugar dewbloom)
that will render
equivalent yet opposing
inverted complementary
juxta pair of anglepants
exquisitely speechless
with sheer me-ness
hallow mirrors blinding
four egoic eyes igniting
incinerating the dim
and in that stillness
I will feel their them
and feel it feeling
my me
betwixt twisting
our empty brimming
with eternity
...
or maybe
that happened
already
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
i've been washing myself
in John Baptiste's fury
more precipitation
of our seasons
saturated by the come'n'go
wait and see
the white swans before we die
crashing naked bodies
in a ***** L.A.
swimming pool
we succumbed
to their glamorous scartissues
carving our egoic existence
that time when you
soaked your hate in
the summer sun
died over and over
like a fish jelly scattered
on the hot sand
we still remembered
our mother's womb
the development of
the caterpillar
butterflies only lived
in our stomach
reproduced on rusted
trains towards
divergent universes
towards
the infinite self.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Rat-tat-tat rizza rap
Humble claps for the fab
Here's a grab, take a jab
I story essay, a sore T ese
... A time without food
Those who eat all day will not understand
A year without ***
Those who always fuel a *** romp will not understand
A life without money
The excessively wealthy will not understand because it's all been inherited and not earned
This way that, check a glance
There is a chance amass
Some things that used to happen will never happen because of time
Some things that used to happen will happen again because of rare chance
Be wise and quick to grab
A time without material things
The materialistically endowed will just not understand
A series of lifetimes in the Light, darkness they just will not understand
A man goes to prison for something he has not done, the one who always gets away with crimes will never know what it means to pay the price
When position is more important than responsibility, honour they will not understand
When killing the egoic mind frees the carefree, life after death they will not understand
When sibling rivalry takes precedence over mediating a family in shambles, peace they will never speak
When the bible is the only book they have ever read, the other side of the story they will never seek
When greatness is all you know and not that your fellow man can also be great, you will never get over yourself
When your dreams overwhelm you because they are too big, you shall remain an almost-been
When you don't know when it's time to hand over power to a worthy candidate, justice and transcendence will never be
Unaware that you are sinking into being a has-been
When political muscle is more important than empowering the subjects of that power, freedom will never sing
And souls forget who they are because they've been trapped in a dome
They are living baseless lives and don't know their way home
They will still call out the tyrannical colonisers by name and be ovlivious to the fact that it has been consistently Rome
A time in the shadows, but all they see and want is glow
A time in silence, but all they know is talking about things that change nothing for the better
This way that, who has the tag?
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
There is a hunger
Like a gun to yr head
Metal and cold
Empty yr clip
Personal ********
Egoic standup metaphysical *****
Pseudo spiritual people snakin in my garden
Workin gets harder
When you poet all the time
Clock you don't know what it looks like
A vague memory takes over me
At the corner on 15th and Rockford
I'm unheard and disturbed
No it's not ok
Know insanity like secondhand glove fit/spit atheists outta my mouth
Now you know what god Tastes like
Teeth know what gods about
Molar spell
Glamour silver
Share gardens worth of rent/have bent knees to cold Chicago concrete
Ask god
She's listening
With an open hand
Walk
Yr glistening sidewalk shine you concrete vision of glitter and litter
You performance piece about ennui
Sing
Sinner
Yr callouses
Don't ask how ok I am
We all got issues and I know you want a poem
But all I got is tissues and I didn't mean to make you cry
I jut wanted to remind you of the salt of life
The stuff dreams are made of
Homemade hair cloud spun
Wicked sister come whisper In my ear drum
Hum the chemical hymnals from our childhood
Don't hide your big tooth
Chew and chew and Chew
Purposefully at the great growing complacency
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
*
The day we are born
We are at LOVE's shore
The LOVE within us
Is at shore
Nothing leaves LOVE's shore
It is the learnings
That is stuff in us
That we unknowingly absorb
That make our EGO BIG
To sail our thoughts
Deep outside at seas
While our good being still
Stands at the shore
At LOVE's shore
The thoughts have their
Own ways of intelligence
Thoughts reason out
Big tides and smaller tides
Big ebbs and smaller ebbs
And worries about plans
Of their journey to sail
Back to the shore
The shore...
They have not left at all
In the first place
The LOVE's shore...
That is already within them
It is just an illusion
Or call it a delusion of LIFE
That perceives and imagine things
That may not even exists
We seem to enjoy all these worries
Thanks to the horrid life we live
In pursue of materialistic success
That beats us black and blue with
Doubts, fears, prejudices
Judgments, mistrusts
suspicion and defiance
YOU are at shore
LOVE is at shore
BELOVED is at shore
LOVER is at shore
I am at shore
YOU are at shore
We all are at shore
What has drifted along with
Our EGOIC thought is:
- Our humanity
- Our trust
- Our belief
- Our faith
- Our LOVE
True LOVE will never
Dispose, remove or eliminate
True LOVE will give you FREEDOM
True LOVE will set you FREE, liberated...
To bear, give birth, create
To establish, uphold and build
The stronger bays for
Our Souls at the shore
To give and receive LOVE
At the LOVE's shore
*
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
Sitting overwhelmed
In fear of my own mind
In fear of my silence
I could only see the truth
Fear is a wonderful state
Lingering on the surface
And when I face it
It walks away and laughs
From afar.
Painful body of mine
When did you become so tangible?
You are a limit
But also my best friend
I can bend you all that i want
And when i face the pain
It walks away and laughs
From afar
And you, inconvenient mind,
Your cooperation is erratic
But in between the moments
Of breath taking insights
And egoic annoyance,
You become silent , walk away
And laugh from afar
I sit here left with nothing
And in quiet peace, i awaken
The loving universe opens her arms
And hugs all that i am away
In purity i become everything
Consciousness, bliss,
perfection, Happiness
I am a child again.
I turn my back to suffering,
Walk away and laugh
From afar
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Flesh, blood and bone nothing more nothing less
not a name, body pain or past
an organism void of idealisms
with blood rushing through of rivers vein
H2o is the flow of body rain
hearts turn to stone, programed drones
perched above in egoic thrones
break the trend and begin to mend
so all the lost men can transend
join the concousness, the state of aware
purely awakened
twisted vision upside down
occular nerves spin it around
weird to say the least
it kinda makes ya wonder
where the hell are my feets
I seem stuck to ground like some strange beast
a burdon a body an awkward cavity.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC
The truth is the truth
Even if it's a lie
In misconception,
Lurking nearby,
Is a revelation
From which no one can hide
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
The path of the egoic mind will never bring happiness
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 12:26 AM UTC
******* magical
despite psychopaths
running the shitshow
egoic stoic will unfold
as origami hearts turn
etheric tissue paper
interdimensional winged
aglow in palm
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
I’ve not been feeling too clever
I’m under the weather
head in the clouds
for crying out loud
a catchphrase of cliches
this purple haze
was man-made
not in China
from a ******
I tried to squeeze
into my genes
I guess my but
is too big
can you ever forgive?
- this interruption
the language corruption
just trying to do my best
been studying for life’s test
my final exam
gone ham
and turkey
I like to do it *****
feel the soil between my toes
plant my feet and watch me grow
I am a giant
of egoic proportions
my stoic abortions
killing ideas before they’re born
feel free to yawn
go take a break
I will be right back
for goodness sake
you need a nap
your poetry has become absurd
we used to hang on your every word
now this sloth has found a new tree
yet still, it’s a sin for me to sleep
maybe I should try gluttony
and see what else I can add to this cacophony
am I even still making sense?
- or do I need to be benched
I’ve taken more shots at goal
then I care to remember
still keep missing the hole
despite having a mentor
I meant her
she was my teacher
she taught me time waits for no man
yet here I am
still head in the clouds
she wouldn’t be proud
but then I’m not too clever
I’m just under the weather.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 7:26 PM UTC
The sun wants to eat us all
The sun wants to eat us all
It would have happened quite some time ago
If the Earth wasn't quite so small
The sun wants to eat us all
It paralyzed my love, as
She stepped in view of the sun
I ran to save her, but I fell myself
Is my spirit strong enough
Is my spirit strong enough
I panicked at the thought that
You might lose your light
I was aware that my body was there but
Yours wasn't by my side
Yours wasn't by my side
So I pushed my arms
And legs to the limit
I was traveling at light speed
But couldn't do anything to
Bridge the galactical gap between us
I couldn't keep up with you
It’s like you travel at lightspeed too
We flickered off and on with the
Enormity and heat of the sun
Then her outline flared as the fire and air
Overcame everything she was and
We were muddled up in the sun
It was a fiery faceless sea
But there’s a part of you I recognized as me
That made incineration feel like ecstasy
You did away with my egoic truth
I was content to think I’d be consumed
Until out of the miasma as two beams of light
We sped through outer space to what we left behind (as us)
Instead of the intensity of being one
We chose the selves we couldn't stand to lose
Not to the fear of our impending doom
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC
Standing on Heaven, by oak trees and maple
Seeking truth in self as daylight burns purple
A stance of nothing taken for a joke
To mislead followers,
and throw responsibility to the fire
Standing on Heaven, in field of rich poverty
Blinking twice before looking straight
Past far beyond the structure of faces
and deep into the throes of spirit and death and time
where only the sky holds the key
to the door of knowledge and existence
Standing on Heaven, in an attempt to fly
Breaking bones on collapse from high
Coming down to feel the sullen ground,
***** from corporate greed and ignorance
Ah, just another day in Heaven's Hell
Where everyone is someone, forever and more
because humanity is immortal
viewed by the eyes of stature -
Man's egoic need to feel real.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
I am no longer afraid of my own skin
I'll watch you uncover a soul that had been
Slowly unleashing these butterfly limbs
Singing emotions like a hundred sweet violins
Serenading every single invisible hint
Of the ascended master that was growing within
All this time I was more than your eyes could take
Layers upon layers of old energies, they'll fade
Let it change, arrange, let it rage for its own sake
Now I'd trade anything to witness the form that you'll take
As Gaia rises to higher and higher physical planes
Yes, I'll trade this egoic state for an emotional taste
Of the spirit that shifts into this form as of late
Beautiful, magical, powerful human beings make
For the home that will house all that we will create
You will discover and never a moment too late
The ancient illusion will break
A new reality has taken shape
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
In the naked frontier of past dissapointment I find myself teetering on the precipice of my future demise. Swollen bloodshot eyes heed the story of my emotional bodies thin disguise. Bloodied and battered, my mind is a war field. contemplative and scattered, I sink beneath these lead sheets. Gorgeous and comtempt, I am the egoic epitomy of my souls shallow content.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
Thinking I see clearly
Comes at a price
I pay it dearly
Spraying windex on glass barriers
Trapped by this transparency
I run wildly through a labyrinth
A prison of my own creation
Crimson, I move with desperation
The direct path overlooked
You are complex and unpredictable
Yet I try to predict you anyway
I put a vision of you inside my maze
I see your actions through an egoic haze
I analyze and interpret in a naive craze
And as I forecast the coming phase
I finally see this labyrinth I must raze
Wisdom is knowing how much you cannot know
Freedom is acting with that knowledge
Truth is the value that sets you free
The only path toward reality
Go shatter the glass
Veer off the path that you created
That you never knew you hated
The false entrapments in your way
So you can finally seize the day
I will not put you in a prison
I will correct this twisted prism
Come join me in this mission
Let’s create a new shared vision
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
the law is an asp
denying true will
there is only one path
thats yours to fulfil
be what you are
not what they tell
the only answer you owe
is to question your self
ethical quandry
is egoic suspense
wasting aeons of time
in this momentary existence
the daemon inside you
makes moral judgement
a surplus requirement
lest you hurt someone else
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
I have these moments when I am completely at peace with the world. I see people walking, trees always nodding but never sleeping, and know that everything - all life - is connected. We are all made from the same materials, and came from the same source. The crippling attraction I feel towards the my dream girl in the library is merely an inborn, natural force that exists in between all things, like subatomic particles within an atom. In these moments nothing is questioned, and everything is perfect.
Then the moment is over. It disappears just as fleetingly as it had arisen, and I’m back in reality. I am reminded of projects due, people to please, and chores to be done. In my heart I know that these things that dictate my life are, at their core, menial and insignificant, yet I go about life treating them as though they are of infinite importance. I dream of the day when I am able become one with the entireness that I sense during these moments of clarity; when I can bathe in the peaceful calm and not feel the weight of egoic distractions. But eternal peace will have to wait, for I have schoolwork to attend to.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
Silver speckled specks sprinkle the night sky
Spectacular sparks
Spots of light, flying by
A meteor shower
I stare up at the sight
Lying in a quiet field
The cities light far in the distance
Delighting in the darkness
A portal to another dimension often hidden
Paradoxically, a reality obscured by light
Away from the truth the light reveals
I now relish in the truth of the dark
The view of the night sky
A portal to the past
Yet also to the present
Back supported by the cool, firm earth
My visual field consumed
Filled with infinity
I soon realize
Here, now, in this moment
I have no head
Where my head should be
Is the night sky
Myriad stars and the endless space between
When juxtaposed to infinity
Actual, immeasurable infinity
Even my stubborn ego
Cannot keep up the fight
I dissolve into the night
And each gleaming point of light
Sometimes streaming across so bright
A glorious glint
On a short fated flight
Undertaken anyway
Without even a hint
Of spite
Each ephemeral illumination
Mirrors the spark of creation
The egoic conflagration
This meandering mentation
Of thought
Pure invention
Now caught
My attention
Now an ought
Instead of is
Rumination replaces reality
In between the stars and me
Not physical, still I cannot see
My attention follows helplessly
Infinity recedes
Thought impedes
Advice I do not heed
A voice I do not need
As suddenly as it began, it disappears
The thought vanished, my mind clears
Again I have no head
My bed is the earth
My view is infinite
Each star a blazing hearth
Billions giving birth to light across the galaxy
In this small piece that I can see
I peacefully float
In infinity
No self at all
No head to call my own
I make the world my home
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
Is the nature of egoic fecundity
a reflection of human profundity?
Or is it just that we are blessed
with ourselves to be obsessed.
And thus to give no further thought
to all the wrongs we have wrought.
In spite of all the things we’re taught,
Even though the sacred we have sought
No peace of mind have we bought.
And no true purchase have we yet found,
Upon the steps of higher ground.
Hollow though this promise sounds.
Perhaps as humans we’re bound to see
if there’s a chance that we might be
Better than we thought we’d be.
© Copyright 2018 Robert C. Leung
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
I walked it
to keep me from
walking back into
the slaughterhouse
read renewed obit daily
spattered on asphyxiating
pulmonary walls when
you moved on in
an attempt to replace
our magical rarity
maybe it was for
the exact same reason
you put the gun in
your lonely mouth
preferring suicide to waiting
for unsuspecting heart
to get massacred
again
choosing instead to stroll
hollow self-made planks
with egoic illusions
of control
I won’t
walk it again
I’m stronger now
though it will hurt if
you repeat the bore
boring stale pattern
into open skull
starting
to flower
it will be no
surprise
and I know I
will be OK
this time
look
I know I
terrify you
quake your bones at
thought of home foreclosed
U-Hauled, stooped alone affront
cold locked door
too bad
there’s no one else
who understands what that’s like
who’d hold your hand and dive inside
your diverting fractured ice in melt
saying silently, as I turn to pools
me.
*******
too.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC