"megalomaniac" poems
I'm writing this poem to be ignored
like many of you
I enjoy being a poet
of keen irrelevance
a literary luminaire
of solitude
a lost writing ghost
a megalomaniac haunting himself
a waiting oracle
waiting
for the occult muse door mouse to tap dance
whispering night babble
or having a cooked chicken fly into my mouth
while i take searing snapshots
of erratic images
puzzling them into words
from boundless burdens
of heaping intestinal bluesy aftermaths exodus of conscience
bruising my self like a ********* in heat
on out of control run-on rants
and blood razor drenched mysticism
while real men drive earth movers
drink bruskies
and kick ***
hustling time share Chinese handcuff contracts
and up sell social justice platitudes
fit for pie in the sky levitating hysteria
lives shatter like red ice
in endless cacophonies of skull clobbering effacement
I'm writing this poem to be ignored
and no one lets me down
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
This evening a terrible discovery I made.
Adolf ****** was a ******
On all those life's he preyed.
He played his sickening games.
When totally out of his head.
The megalomaniac leader.
Plastered out of his head.
He ran impure merry hell.
He played wicked games with crystal ****
Never let the world forget,
Just how corrupting drugs can get.
Not just his head but many more.
Drugs responsible.
Mass destruction.
Chemical war.
Drug addicted mother's *****
For all out war.
(C) Livvi
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Crew cut kiss curl stood
above the goose steeping generals
with empty heads and olive green
jackets
dangling aluminium war medals
for shooting ducks across the border
flying over Seoul
“Nfeuirok2fmdfiwe384194u3ujriwejm"
crew-cut kiss curl yelled.
“I told you 091874874814729”
( his swedish education was now showing!)
The train pulled out of pyongyang
with two thousand dead
that fed the famine. Only the driver
was alive clutching a loaf of bread.
stacked with cardboard cutout missiles
atop 1920s tanks and
painted with bloodred honesty
the entire nation goose stepped
to crew cuts orders.
He was as nutty as a fruitcake
but nobody laughed when he loaded
his only nuclear missile to bring down
the last remaining duck heading to Siberia.
Ha ha!
Author Notes
This is not a joke. Or is it?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
a polish pork head terrine?
my ******* god...
how can the jews and the muslims
take to culinary criticism of
their own, respective gods?
ever watch the t.v. show
billions? where they're having
breadcrumbs fried pork
ears?
last time i heard...
the best pork is encapsulated
within the pig cranium....
all that excess cartilage?
yummy finger licking good...
seems funny though...
it's not exactly discussing bone marrow...
it's pork head...
all that excess cartilage...
and mingled with sweet & sour
gherkins...
just my idea of Anastasia...
a porky's head...
chicken hearts / chicken livers....
raw Baltic herrings?
who the, **** needs to glorify
american hamburgers...
if not some jerking-off
megalomaniac?
you eat, what is given,
you don't ask for nuances,
you don't make excuses...
you eat what is on the plate..
you **** the omnivore "gimmick"...
pork head flesh,
meat mixed with cartilage?
tasty as ****
so why would islam
or the partial strand of judaism
be so critical concerning the most
economic carnivore animal being
farmed, herded, industrialised?
the monotheistic celebration of god...
within the confines of a criticism,
so trivial would make a god laugh...
it would appear the dogma was written as a joke...
earthquake and hurricane
are o.k., but pork?
the ******* bubonic plague!
i love how "god" is celebrated,
but at the same time,
kept under a critical acclaim
of having one of his creations,
namely pork...
given a punching bag status of criticism...
since, what is so ******* pristine,
and spectacular, about chicken, lamb
or beef meat?
according to islam... mad cow disease
never happened.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
I only run….
And I pardon my innocent and gullible self for running,
Towards that time which doesn't come back.
I still run in the aspiration to reach out for that rendezvous of ‘forever’,
A run, a journey, and a spree I emancipate.
I write a zillion words about all those things of which there are ‘no comebacks’,
I become a megalomaniac who might be able to make those ‘comebacks’ happen.
I get stoic to present and reach the rendezvous of ‘forever’ where I become omnipresent,
I flit from land to oceans and to land again to reach the scintillating ‘time’ that calls me from the point when it was ‘present’.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Orange orange everywhere
Orange orange in the air
I’m given an orange despair
By a man with orange hair
I see through his orange glare
To see nothing really there
A man became president
Promising to evict residents
His stupidity self evident
When he says nothing relevant
About all the topical elements
He just talks for the hell of it
He’s unfit to lead
Because he’s equipped with greed
And an unwillingness to read
Gaining success from his family tree
He lives the American dream
By making others scream
To indulge his team
And his bigotry
All it took for his courtship
Was a culture of celebrity worship
And idiots buying his horseshit
Of acting remorseless
The gullible are impressed
With how well he is dressed
So they think he’s the best
Putting him in a wing that is west
Because he has a lot of money
But without any capability
You better start running
Money let’s him **** willingly
He takes advantage of the stupid and racist
By pointing at people with brown faces
Saying they’re here to replace us
Like they’re working for Asus
And not mowing his lawn
He said they will **** us
To manipulate his pawns
He’s a megalomaniac
Who thinks he’s a brainiac
But it’s a brain he lacks
To understand the impact
Of his negative attacks
Still he thinks he’s a genius
Which justifies his meanness
So his cruelty is seamless
While he claims to redeem us
This is our most vulnerable hour
With a president compromised by foreign powers
Building ivory towers
By turning minorities sour
There’s a litany of reasons
Why he calls them heathens
But it all revolves around freedoms
Being stripped from those who need them
His constituents have their heads in the sand
So they blindly give in to his demands
Going after whoever he’s ******
In the name of this land
Other kinds are banned
You can tell the bad guys have won
When they start separating mothers from sons
At the end of a gun
So there’s nowhere to run
Away from the oppression
Of our downward descension
As he does nothing to lessen
The root of our depression
His concentration camps
Give a **** slant
To his lofty plans
Until no one can stand
Without a weapon
Because of his deception
Which was his intention
To win the election
He promised detention
Of the boogeyman mentioned
The red, white and blue
Adopts an orange hue
When the foreign lose
From the fascist bruise
Of an orange noose
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC
Precious moments , precious moments
Where all the curves in our time lead
As ancient promises are fulfilled
And the air speaks with a delicate whisper
As I hold my breath
As the moment did all my breathing
Like it contained a heart beat
But here comes the megalomaniac
Explosive words of dynamite
Climatic , craters in the air
I despair , For I am nothing more
Than another field for harvest
As uncontrollable envy erupts
The megalomaniac can not stop
Like president Putin all armies
Push on with out him
Voices scream and holla
STOP STOP STOP
Ears drowned out by jealousy
He can not hear , as his armies
Trample , all over precious moments
Many tanks Many bombs
I am left shell shocked , as the obsessed
Megalomaniac pushes on blindly
Hypnotized by his insecure arrogance
My broken heart weeps
With its insufficient soul
having no ability to
Recover precious moments
As he wakes with a stretch , a yarn
A mind clear and without consequence
While years later I am in darkness
Still searching internal forests
Of great wisdom , so that
Some where I may find my forgiveness
You never reach the megalomaniac
They never listen , only to inner voices saying
CONTROL CONTROL CONTROL
Never stopping to think
AM I HARMING
Possessed by power
Sponsored by a world of fears
But I know I must forgive
If only the pain I carry could be seen
My soul would seek its equilibrium
But megalomaniac's never see
In a strange irony they destroy
That witch they envy
And seek to control
I must forgive I see
My heart clenched like a fist
As I fear the sun will never
Again rise within me
I sit , so very still
In hope that my heart
May find its forgiveness
For I have felt glimpses
Of forgiveness shine through
The leaves within this dark forest
As occasional breaks in clouds
Draw me closer to clarity
Although i live in shadows and the
Megalomaniac has long since left the scene
I see his lost ,contorted , twisted mind
A burden of struggling confusion
And I am brought to compassion
As I see he is lost , just like me
I seek to stretch into greater space
And begin to give GIVE
A little before FOR
So that i may be free
Before he can even see
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
She left me white flowers
on the balcony
on the day she stopped trying
to win my love;
the first time I watched her tail-lights
with a crumb of regret.
Used to leave a loaf of bread
on my doorstep
whenever she could not find me,
drunk, alone;
furious in her offer
of easy company.
She left and in her absence
I found little solace
in the poetry I kept from her.
All these pointless words;
another lover lost to meaning,
another lover lost to impossible
dreams of perfection.
All this time afforded to me
to form my words of purpose
and total inaction.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
I am cigarettes, chocolate & cotton
The things that melt, not what freezes,
I have no patience & I won’t spare your feelings,
My skin is a canvas, it’s never empty
Bruises in water color, blood in ink,
Grace in the day, destruction at night
Selfish, megalomaniac & narcissistic
Not a shred of sympathy but empathy that’s endless
I have spent my entire life trying to get out of my body
Live outside my mind at all times,
repression, displacement, denial : defense
my anger consumes me & i can't see why
I have spent the last decade puking
my sexuality is twisted & it’s always been about power
tug of war, to keep the upper hand & keep them down
In the mirror, I see myself at 2 years old,
singing & kissing my sister on the forehead
& then pushing her into Christmas trees
I am open, gentle, loving, creative & kind.
A picture of fragility & resilience
So blinded in the light of this life
Forgive but never forget
& such grudges kind of weigh me down
I’m just scared they’ll all do it again & I’ll be the Fool
My mother has only slept, ate, drank, spent her way through life
When I’m really strong, I’ll let her off for that but right now,
I just can’t
I have always wondered why I was not like the others
& then I decided I didn’t want to be
they are puddles & I am a lake:
I’d rather swim, & risk drowning
than never see the depths of my being
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
fade away from sunlight
the dogs are keeping the neighbors up
a shadow is cast from God's smiting hands
it looks like heaven
Watch me slowly drip down the storm drain
one nerve ending at a time
I saw a crib in an alleyway
by the big green dumpster
and the story behind it
is too terrible for me to ruminate on
cracked brickwork reveals the ****** history of these streets
Monroe Park Campus used to be all nightclubs
and crack spots
the coke was good - I hear
I'm snorting up lines of cigarette ash
high on hypocrisy
high on self-loathing masochism
and mirror checking narcissism
megalomaniac with a chip on his shoulder
watch all the pins line themselves up
only to wave at the gutterball
motive? intent?
these words don't concern me
I'm just trying to keep this fire alive tonight
so I can ward off all the moonlight predators
these stars will be long dead
by the time I reach them
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
1
Fall in love with every ****** stranger you meet.
Despite feeling inadequate 99.999% of the time,
wonder why the boy you just gave daggers to across the room because he smiled at your best friend in a suggestive way doesn’t want to be the father of your children.
Despite the fact also, that seeing as his eyes are blue and yours are a greenish grey there is a high chance your children will be blonde with blue eyes. How lovely.
And you have calculated this all the while he has walked over to your friend and asked her if she wanted a drink.
2
Don’t take your anti-depressants. You are magical. You do not need any drugs to keep you alive.
I don’t believe that. Do you? Who cares!
You know everything.
You know more than the doctor knows, more than your parents, more than the entire world yet you are so impressionable you take them anyway. Sometimes with the help of a guy called Jack Daniels. He comes into your life some times, usually at night and helps you…swallow.
3
Pretend like you don’t always want to **** yourself. Or you know, bring it up at every meal out with friends, everytime you have any amount of alcohol, or don’t, every time you get to close to a guy who doesn’t know your surname.
You know how to work this card.
Flash it
Like a neon light on a cloudy evening.
I
Am
Already
Dead
4
Have an existential crisis every ******* day whilst also believing you are the best at everything.
Because really,
Who is telling you different?
Other than yourself?
5
Don’t treat this like you treat everything else
Push it back push it back until you’re unable to see it
You’re so ******* blind to everything
So what makes you think you see anything at all?
6
Stop talking yourself out of your own life, as if you don’t deserve it.
Stop writing quickly. Abbreviating everything as if lingering on paper makes you a spectacle.
I know you feel like you are always being looked at.
But really,
It’s just you looking at a distorted mirror in a circus town house.
And you need to find your way out.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Jeremy Corbyn has enraged
The invisible monster
The machine is spun;
By pieces of mouth
Manipulated by
Megalomaniac
'Internationals',
Capitalistic global corporations,
Arms and petroleum merchants.
Surprise, surprise!!
It's time to climb
Up on the cross
The global temple vendors,
Precisely placed politicians,
And media pharisees
Have been plotting
For Jeremy Jesus
I wonder who will wash their hands?
Merry Christmas!
Sean Hunt
Windermere Xmas 2015
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
You're a pretentious, pompous, arrogant, megalomaniac.
I would be kind in calling you a narcissistic sociopath.
You suckle on the financial **** of "your" woman.
In an effort of acceptance their world becomes yours.
...and when you are done, you leave them empty.
Empty and in the cold darkness, much like your soul.
You're a pretentious, pompous, arrogant, megalomaniac.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
With his false air of supremacy
man just manages to ride a wave
and claims to tame the sea.
Climbing the mountains with all his might
by merely hoisting a flag at the pinnacle
man thinks owning the height is his right
Crouching behind a bush, smeared with ink
he kills the beast with some fancy toy
and assumes he has overthrown the jungle king
Not satiated still, he stoops so low
disregarding her beauty, digs the earth
and loots all the treasures below.
After all this, when he bows to thee
tries to please by his hypocritical words
then how holy can the holy be.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
I tried harder to better my skills with the pen than I did to save us
I was, no,
I am selfish, self centered
I'm not a pro at what I do
But I fail a lot more to keep us going ,
When I tried to keep up with everything she said
I'd zone out thinking about what next to write
But every time, I came up empty .
How do I put my soul to words ?
When I can't even find the voice in my soul, no
How do I search for something in something so broken ?
I thought I loved her, but I only liked the fact she loved me,
I only love myself
A selfish, egoistic megalomaniac with nothing to lose,not even myself,
I lost myself to vanity long before I could tell,
Love like this I do not deserve
_Amour fastice_, an act I presumed
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 4:10 AM UTC
It's okay to go to the movies by yourself. (I mean, I've only ever done it once, but it was totally fine. The guy who sold me the ticket wasn't like, "Don't you have any friends?" and the people in the theater weren't constantly looking at me from over their shoulders and saying things like, "Is that guy really here all alone? What a loser!"
At least I don't think they were . . . )
Ditto for restaurants.
If you have a history of boyfriends/girlfriends who don't treat you very well, then you probably have a thing for negative attention.
If you don't trust/can't accept love, it's probably because you don't love yourself.
If ***** isn't interested, move on.
No really, move on.
I'm serious, cut the crap.
(Okay look; even if by some miracle it ever actually did happen (and I don't even like to use that phrase because it might give you false hope that it could,) it'd never feel right. It'd feel like you worked way too hard for it and that they only relented because they just got bored or curious and said, "Oh, what the hell," and then but only you'll be constantly waiting for them to get tired of you (who they never even really liked in the first place, so like, how can you possibly expect them to keep liking you until, you know, deathdoyoupart/forever/happilyeverafter and whatnot,) which will make life a living hell and far more stressful than it ever would have been if you'd just moved on the moment after she/he initially rejected you way back in the beginning.)
If someone doesn't share the same views as you, don't waste your time and effort trying to convince them to. (If anything, it's more likely to repel them.)
If you think someone has a false impression of you, don't waste your time and effort trying to correct that impression (you'll likely just solidify their false impression of you by doing so.)
If you know the right way to live, then you're probably doing it wrong.
The only thing worse than a poet who thinks they don't deserve love from anyone is a megalomaniac who thinks that everyone should love them more. (Sometimes I can't tell the difference.)
If you've been waiting for something to happen before you go and do that thing that you've been waiting to do for a long time, but only haven't allowed yourself to do it yet because you've been waiting for that something to happen first so that you'll then be ready to do it because that thing that you were waiting for has happened now and so it's time to finally go out there and do the thing that you were waiting to do because of the other thing that you were waiting on is over now so there's nothing left to use as an excuse to wait on doing it any longer for, only but now there's this whole other new thing that it seems you have to wait for to happen that came up as a result of that other thing that you were originally waiting for that you weren't expecting to happen as a result of the thing happening, and so now you're waiting for this other thing to happen before you go and do that thing that you've been waiting to do . . .
If you think you're being witty or clever, don't let on.
If you still can't figure out who you are and what you're about or what you truly believe in, even though you've been trying to so hard and for so long and doing all of this soul-searching in order to do so, then just give up.
(You'll finally figure it out shortly after.)
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
You sometimes make me feel like a megalomaniac. Is that bad?
Are these feelings that I'm feeling what's expected to be had?
You infringe my mind in such circuitous ferment.
It's a proclivity, these thoughts
Yet such propensity is irrevocable.
An inscrutable contraband reverberating in a sedulous manner grasping tender hands.
Perhaps it's not transient, but equitable.
Not scathing, but salutary.
Well there's only one way to ascertain.
That is simply to acculturate.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I’m not buying
What he’s selling
He should whisper
‘Stead of yelling
He’s the greatest
From what he’s telling
Which is the ego trap
That he fell in
Who’s the best
Let me guess
Could it be Kanye West
Is it no or is it yes
Some might say
He’s so much less
But sing his praises
Nonetheless
I realize
He was a gift
When it comes to
Taylor Swift
But he didn’t make her famous
That’s a myth
Nor is he a *****
That she’d get with
Kanye’s clearly out his mind
He proves that time after time
What a megalomaniac paradigm
With an outsized ego short of a crime
He’s convinced himself that Yessus
Is a walk on water short of Jesus
Raise the dead and he might please us
Short of that I am nonplussed
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Politics of power politics of greed, politics we don't really need
Words with no meaning, words of war, words to exasperate all the wrongs of before
Men in bowler hats from higher degrees of education, Suffragettes in suits with their posh procrastinations
Radicalised preachers disguised as primary school teachers, morals and values that have no worth, morals and values to discolour our earth
Politicians with a fame fascination, politicians on their own inert instruction
Politics of verbal constipation, designed in a way you will never comprehend, politics of corruption and manipulation, politics to make your thoughts unlawfully twist and bend
Politics that so easily steal from a dying hand, politics that allows our old to die where they stand
The politicians expense account, this just helps the animosity amount, our money, our stability our very existence, put to one side and dealt with the utmost of contempt if you offer up any form of resistance
Politics of minorities who the majority doesn't want or need and should rightfully and respectfully be abolished, when you look at our world our people, and how they suffer, the responsibility lays firmly at their feet for with their megalomaniac ways , our world they have tarnished
I personally do not vote, how can I, when all they do is lie, I'm sure in-between, this cataclysmic scene, someone has the heart, the integrity and honour to want to serve the people of their nation, but I guess , like the rest , they'll accept their payout, sign on a dotted line, and never scream, never shout
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
He's a bully. He's a goon.
He can't be gone too soon.
A sadistic megalomaniac
he would crush Forrest Gump
like a rotten tree stump
"because Forrest Gump is a loser, a sad pathetic little man
and I am a winner, the people love me, we have
an amazing relationship, just amazing."
If you swallowed all his lies
you will need a stomach pump.
If you believe his nationalist nonsense
you're a chump.
He surrounds himself with nepotistic relations
and wealthy cronies
and listens to them only.
Despite his empty promises
the Rust Belt is not going to
wake up from its slump any time soon.
Military spending (but not your real wages)
will take a huge jump.
The sooner he's dumped
the better off for all
though a right-wing Christian fundamentalist
is waiting in the wings
ready to take his place
and help the One Percent control the human race.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
The necromancer danced on her grave. The ground shook with every step the witch took, rumbling the ground beneath and making the corpse she had planted cling to the cool dirt for dear death. And then, the dirt began to give.
Sunlight burned on the girl’s blue skin, turning it a ghastly shade of porcelain like Wednesday Addams. She rolled over in her grave, and closed her eyes, refusing the inevitable fate of the undead. But her wings started flapping, and she rose up, the witches hand clawing into her back and dragging her back to life. And as the screeching of the megalomaniac forced her wide eyes open and the dried ancient blood away, she wished she were dead.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC