"egotist" poems
I have a dream! I have a dream,
To the racial discriminators, said Martin Luther King,
I have a dream! I have a dream!
To the evil-creating economists, I warn and ring.
Globe witness hunger, inequality poverty and unemployment
The world turns out to be bitter,
To all of you, I write this letter.
To create a world relieved from these and turn better.
I am a mad aspiring economist, a fool,
Searching for the right tool,
You turned the world with full of mess,
People are left with nothing less.
To the world, you gave theories,
Pushed us into a vicious cycle of injuries,
About your theories, you boasted,
It has created a few ruling and bloated.
Most of you worked as economic hitmen,
Turned victim laymen to fighting gunmen.
To the realities, your theory is distant,
Served no solution to the dying peasants,
To the few, we remain a psychological slave and servants,
Tuned our lives to a depended migrant.
With your development lecture,
You have killed the entire nature,
In the name of ventures, corporates turned vulture,
Hunted and looted our generations’ future.
We lived a self-reliant community,
You killed us with imposed liability,
Our lives are now placed in intensive casualty,
The word that remains imagination still is equality.
We lost our humanity and identity,
In your eyes, we are just a market and commodity,
Your play with scarcity, was a mere futility,
We finally became a society, filled with atrocity.
Your useless lectures of development,
Put us under frightening & irrecoverable unemployment,
For a few, you got us into a deep-rooted enslavement,
So, now for you instead, we make a replacement.
To my questions, you neglected and ran,
In your eyes, I am foolish stupid common man,
To you short-sighted range,
I say I will bring in a change!
Today, I may remain lower and mere viewer,
A day will come, where you will stand to answer,
Writing a new rule, I would seize your beloved positions,
This will be my lifetime mission and ambition.
I say with all my limited experience,
I will put a test to all your conscience,
Are you just a fat-big corporate’s hand?
With people will you always stand?
I am not an economist,
I am neither an egotist,
I proclaim! I proclaim!
I am a revolutionary economist,
I know you will fit me a label,
I am sure I will be an economic rebel,
A rebellious economist.
I dream a world without huge inequalities,
I dream a world free from imposed liabilities,
I dream a world without poverty and disparities,
I finally dream for becoming an economist with no ambiguities.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
His flabbered jowls were hung aghast
Beneath his slobbered liver lips
His bulbous eyes were overcast
By burly brows of stewardship
An overbearing egotist
He stood apart from infidels
Compassion dealt with belt and fist
Disdainful with no parallels
And there upon his lofty dais
In garments fit to drape a throne
He glared with bulbous eyes ablaze
Upon a ragged danger zone
A misbegotten anarchist
Audacious with his sweet implore
To strike a flaming catalyst
Emboldened by his quest for more
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
We try to grasp all that we can feel
Every grain of substance we can imagine
All the hesitant hands we couldn't deal
From our arduous compassion engines
How long can we believe until we kneel
To the unkempt veracity of religion
Or fade into a vengeful iconoclast
Cynically mocking the faithful breed
Of merry-go-bashers that attempt to cast
Their egotist ideals of what we all need
Fairy tale prophets that lived in the past
Getting off on their own selfish greed
The words of mankind have nothing to tell
Implicating a heaven is rhetoric at best
And, If i'm to live i'd rather go to hell
A tactic of fear sounds like a fitting nest
For someone who has already gaily fell
To a nihilist end that I should have guessed
I have opened my mind to one single thing
A universal truth that we all should know
That one simple rule is to believe in nothing
Is there any trace of deception in what I sow?
There is no wrong answer when you doubt everything
And, your deathbed will teach that there's nothing to know
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Egotist, the master of the ego mist
or some ego antagonist
he is so much there
in the center of a web
of regurgitated fears
recycling pointless
the old cycles of
night after day
life after chaos
but no death
after ego inflation
just a rusty song
of imprisoned moments
or undeciphered gnashing
all character is just the dust
you cannot grasp
grey ruminations
curses wiggling
in times devoid of innocence
the cruelty of a ****
refusing to wither
at the end of his cigarettes
a speck of self
is threading a stratagem
to severe the ties
for the ******* of distance
so that he can continue
uninterrupted
to mutilate his heart
no one can persuade the night
into whitening
like you clean your teeth
of curses
the rest is sadness
the dew would know it.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Timeless Poet
Who called me that?
Why make this line item,
A poem?
What means this timeless?
That
There is not enough
Time to elaborate all that I can conceive?
No, mundane, nothing more.
The POW poems arrive at all hours,
And we no longer care when and if you sleep,
For plain the answer, your internal clock, askew,
The answer already poetically enshrined,
Nevermore...
Did you deceive yourself,
As is your vanity customary,
That your scribblings
May last one day longer than your physical self?
Dddddelusionary, like confectionary,
God tasting for a few seconds,
Then it is just a song
Of get a long little doggies!^
Perhaps the phrase reversed,
The meaning peversed?
Poet Timeless.
Ah that's it!
Lay down your crafty pride, egotist,
On theTemple Altar,
It is already but a burnt sacrifice!
Before God, there will always be poets.
Yours the mantle to carry till you fall,
Then another man's children will lift up words
In combinations denied you.
They will take your scribblings,
Rearrange,
Just as you did, unawares,
There is nothing new under the sun,
Especially the illusion that there is
Something unborn yet to say.
Ah Poets,
Egotistical tools,
So easy to fool...
^ http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/chris+ledoux/get+along+little+doggies_20209623.html
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
strange enough,
that word choice,
******
for they are all,
(or mostly)
men
they get on
their knees,
so eager to please
write a poem,
newbie,
they will be your
partner pretenders,
instant followers
but
the trick employed
is transference
they want you bad
to worship them,
that being the purest
of their false intentions,
their oldest trick,
guilt,
"if I follow you,
you should follow me!"
their kiss
Pass
laden with std's,
they want implanted
in your
hp inbox
The std is vanity.
what they need,
what they want you to imbibe,
is their world view,
poetry-is-by-the-numbers
the number of followers,
(how I detest that word)
the number of reads,
oft manipulated,
by cyber techno b.s.
so understand,
this craft,
you may have chosen,
is work, so hard,
because it comes from the gut,
wrenching pressing issues
inside you
it is about everything you want
us
to understand about you,
your vision peculiar,
without revealing your rawest self
so obviously
know this in advance
each poem has a unique audience,
as unique as you
years took me,
took me to grasp
this simply complex notion,
over come myself within myself,
that self-same infection
that audience is you
write to please yourself,
be your harshest critic,
popularity
will find you
your truths,
withour pandering,
will finds the seekers,
the quality lovers,
the truth
hungerers
they will find you,
of that,
be assured
amidst the millions of words,
yours are yours,
fear not the plaintive worry,
are they any good?
for the courage to post
yourself,
is the very
self same answer to that,
the bells toll
for thee
if it pleased you,
pained you,
enough that you released into this world,
in poem form,
it is good enough
poetry is ego
no question,
but keep yourself
on the right side of the line,
separating your ego from
the egotist,
and your poetry
will no question,
forever live,
a mark of you
upon the world
let us be brothers,
let us be sisters,
David and Jonathan,
Ruth and Naomi,
but not
Cain and Abel,
no anger, no jealousy,
just raw,
refined,
truth,
the truth
of you,
which cannot be
diminished by enumeration,
cannot be counted,
only blessed
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Without the audience I am nothing.
If I believed that there was no one out there who was listening
or who cared
or who loved
or who chose to listen
I mean read
I would be a desiccated pear
I would be a tired excuse of a shoe.
I have to know that I am better than nothing.
If I received no feedback at all, no encouraging words from friends,
Sometimes I don't know if I would do it
if I would press on
and walk
and write
and rebel
and destroy
and rebuild
and light up then
burn out.
Sometimes I sit and I think about nothing.
and honestly it's great to know that nothing is something and
maybe I am something
or nothing
or a mouse
or a servant
or a shoe
or a revolutionist
or an egotist
or a **********
or I am a perfect uttered silence
a ****** quiet
or maybe I am Jack's shiner, his swollen-shut eyelid
but maybe
just maybe
I am there for a chivalrous reason and
I got just one good lick in
or maybe I didn't
and I took one like a ***** but
I walked her home
and I kissed her
and she liked it
and I did too
And I am nothing,
And I know this.
What I'm saying is, I wouldn't be able to sleep.
What I'm saying is, I hope I'm something you'll keep.
What I'm saying is, keep reading and I'll keep breathing.
What I'm saying is, and I'll shout it in powdery tones
What I'm saying is, don't make me be alone.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 10:16 PM UTC
I KNOW WHY I DID IT…
With a tender good smile i went through and succeded…
The motives were not so good but selfish…
I became an egotist…
I became a hypocrite…
I became infested by evil thoughts…
All thee things were put randomly and i had to repuzzle them…
Nothing ever bothered me but i was bothering u…
You are lucky i didn’t hunt you but i was haunted…
I always gave my self a pat on a shoulder for it even though it’s evil but what can i say i liked it…
I found my self counting and the list was endless, everytime i thought i was done i remembered another…
A fact nobody ever succeded without panishment in evil deeds…
I know why i did it…
Trust me its not that easy…
Its not even easy to let loose nor undastand why you did it…
Its always good when you are in a comfort zone pity it doesn’t last long…
The only cure was the but couldn’t reach out…
It wasn’t difficult at all but evil thoughts were dominating…
If you wana know its simple but complicated to undastand and now i know why i did it…
That simple thing that keeps the smile and tears concurrent…
The seed of all good things in life…
The catalyst of influential good spirit that bring world together…
The great keeper of peace…
I know why I did it…
LOVE Was the main reason!
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
Can you tell from the look in my eyes;
That I can't wait for those words to arise?
Even if I've been sincere since the beginning
All my intent and purpose results in toil sinning
Our egotist needs will surpass what we feel
Longing for change and seeing past what's real
It's a truth I've personally come to trust
That love can't be founded on a whim of lust
And even the fallen will see what is right
As every deep lover can't see without sight
Fixated on sensation with one goal in mind
The comfort of leaving all sorrow behind
It comes with a price - to create a new pang
A promise of sadness that fate solely sang
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
I love me.
I just don't think
Anyone else does.
I love me.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 7:40 PM UTC
You people don't appreciate me enough.
I mean my very presence should be a welcomed blessing
in the midst of your pathetic lives,
and my unmistakable genius.
Whilst I am forced into such close proximity to your kind,
who couldn't ever measure up to these high standards of mine.
You mock me and speak harshly of me.
But now it is a fact that indeed you are all just jealous and hateful,
strongly wishing you were the meticulous being that I am.
All my charitable deeds go to waste and so what more can I say?
I am perfection and therefore, man must dislike what they can not have.
Yet, as it is, I can still walk with an air of grace and dignity,
my head quite high
A true sign of an individual worthy of much acknowledgement.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Hello,
I would like to introduce you to a dear old friend of mine.
I made his acquaintance by pure accident. You might say, we bumped into each
other. Oh, silly me. You thought I speak of an actual person.
No. I hold here in my hands, a diary. Not just any diary filled with day to day
frilliness of a Victorian Lady. But, a diary filled with.......
Well, I guess you will have to just wait and read for yourself. I will just pick a page at
random to start out at.
The Gentleman who wrote these entries, is a man of many facets. He is kind;
frivolous; confident; an egotist. He can be filled with anger and then snap, just like
that, be his over the top self once more.
He is death himself. He is a Vampire.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I offer you a look into
The Diaries Of Lord Kellington
Whispers of the dawn rush to meet me each morn. They taunt and tease
me. "Morning is not long to come. Your time to play does run out".
Alas. Tis true. My time in the night is short. So I must hurry. Shall I prowl the night
as I? Or shall I don a disguise.
Once I think on it. Either way does not matter. There will be no eyes. None to see
after my "kiss". So sweet and gentle that sip.
It takes just a glance and the other night dwellers know to avoid me. They sense that
death is my shadow. Why! They couldn't be more right.
I will choose swiftly. So that I may go dance. Yes! I love to dance. Ah. The night is
my stage. Truth be told? I love it!
~Lord Kellington
Hello,
I hope you enjoyed the first installment of Lord Kellington's Diary. There are more to
come
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 6:01 PM UTC
Dear peer of mine,
Thank you for your shouting that interrupted the silence of my walk home.
I'll be sure to mend the seams you've broken.
Dear imbecilic ***
Thank you for making my instinctual sense of alarm spike with your gibberish yells.
I'll be sure to fight or flight your obvious nightmare.
Dear egotist,
Thank you for the several minutes of self doubt you caused me when you shouted horrifically in my direction.
I'll be sure to note your superficial standards and, uh, not give a ****
Dear secret admirer,
Thank you! I'm glad to make you just sooo nervous that you feel you just can't come up with the words to express your emotions nor can you approach me in an appropriate manner.
I'll be sure to keep on doing my own thing and you can observe<quietly> if you want.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
This heart is a symbolic semblance
Of the constitution that we pretend
To know that we feel and apprehend
A literal presentation of emotion
Is this an excuse for our lack of confirmation?
Could we portray what we mean without what's relative?
Is this all that you've come to see?
Or am I just a try hard with an over blown ego?
Have I just stated what is already prevalent ?
An egotist mind within your own assumptions
would be just as forbidding as it's own relativity
To claim that this love is so endlessly brilliant
A cackle from the nothingness of self assurance
The seldom thoughts that lay in dilapidation
Could be seen if it weren't that pride
Was the only benefactor to your own pleasure
And , if it's a must to be who you are
Then why the **** do you strive so hard ?
To be something that you already were
A human being with nothing but humility
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
whiff of her long hair
black lashes on her oval eyes
crescents on her lips
slender hands
sparkle adorned meek finger
n her ****** skin
thy beside
eyes are shut
lips are mum
hands anchored to lap
yet i see the glint of her eye
hear her word
feel her hand
an echo from da time gone
its just that she is gone
------the egotist
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
Why, hello!
Have a seat,
enjoy the show!
Attend the tale
of Mister No.
A life uncouth,
hell is assumed
to be the truth
for our dear friend,
the sayer of sooth.
An awful, loathing egotist
A self-defeating narcissist
Lonely, yes, but not alone
Lost in life, the fault his own
Stuck in his head
He lowers the bar
Smokes himself dead
And accumulates tar
So much to do
Enjoy, and feel
Yet he sits, wallows
Accepts his deal
I hope you're enjoying
this caution'ry tale
of the sad clown's life,
destined to fail.
You may have missed
a sort of twist;
I am that one,
that narcissist;
that losing, hating
pessimist,
that one who lives
life without list.
Laugh, point, cry, mock,
do what you will.
There's not much you can do
that I haven't already done to myself.
Go home, the show's over.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
i; megalomaniac
my ego so wrung with pride
my psyche, broken psyche
swallowed by hell- but still mine
a string of hazy days, my days
shattered yet sublime
convinced god has touched me
with his forefingers on my forehead
bestowed some sort of end to me
an aim to follow till i'm dead
filled my eyes with dreams
set greatness on my head
Olympus holds my dreams for me
in great heights, in silver light
but i a river Styx, am drowned
i cannot see wrong from right
so every dream of mine is pain
and never seems quite right
i, great egotist
delusion gone so far
that i would think myself a giantess
eighty eight hundred feet tall
i yell upon the mountain
tears streaming as i bawl
high up in the clouds i be
thus longer is my fall
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
lost n thirsty
i stood in faith
wings of falcon flapped
a ride to never-land
i was told
into da luminous vicinity
n absolute nothin
blind n jade
i looked for you
and all I had was your whim
---the egotist.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:30 AM UTC
by da lane
see thru da pane
far away dey seem
yet illuminate my dream
to da high lands I elope
to a dream of hope
in the pines I wander
in all da wonder
ain't a feign aint a smile
n few jive from a mile
few make it obvious
look thy incredulous
its all my pain
by da lane
see through da pane
---the egotist
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
lets go go go
find a place
close to her
lemme
see her smile
blink her eyes
play her hair
dance her hands
chew her food
chatter around
n lastly
sway away
lets go go go
find a place
close to her
-- the egotist
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 6:24 AM UTC
The arrogant *******
went ahead, said his peace
his ultimate end
was a soul to fleece
killing a spirit
breaking a heart
sowing discouragement
right from the start
knocking men down
from his great altitude
he was an egotist
with a bad attitude
but to his dismay
what he didn't expect
that he never received
other peoples respect
his knowledge was great
why wouldn't they listen
with all of his schooling
he believed his opinion to glisten
eating at him
he'd continued his fight
hoping his words
would push others to flight
then with great disrespect
as his means to his ends
he found himself all alone
without any friends
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
You are the best
The brightest
Or so you love to say
Deep down
You know your nothing
Just an atom
Of our big big world
No matter how
You scream
your supposed Superiority
Nothing changes.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
You can rip the rainbow right out of the sky,
or make me feel so freaking high,
but you can't control it.
You're Jekyll and Mr.Hyde,
sometimes your calm,
sometimes just an unpredictable tide.
And I love you! bit by bit,
as I friend and dear to me,
but.. I'm tired of being drowned
by your slightly helpful sea.
You can carry me away,
but you're so clung to reality.
Telling me what you've heard,
to push your pain into me.
Shoving it deep,
by calling me names,
and telling me your morals,
that turn into my shames.
I try to take your hand,
when I have fallen down,
you offer it to me,
after I am on the ground,
but then as I get up,
you put me in my place?
I just don't really need this.
Are you hoping I'll lose face?
Hoping to wipe my happiness clean,
and that my smile will leave no trace?
Pity-
self-pity-
hopeless,
devouring,
full pity.
And you filled it up,
so full you had to pass some on to me,
but now I'm going to blow up.
I'm done with you.
And hell yeah, I feel so free!
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC