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Ego
Why are we offended by other people's truths?
Our ego shooketh to it's core
Feelings Bruised? like we'e been battered by an ore
Raw, words come spilling out like a kid in a candy store begging for more!
Why does their truth feel like someone telling us to imitate a dog standing on all fours...panting and all!
Or is it that we don't know who we truly are at our core
Pretending to ...
Saturday 23rd December 2023 8:09 pm
BLUE TICK HEART
A heart with a timeline of struggles
A heart full of mostly your troubles
A heart that once ...spoke out Shakespeare
A heart so quick to take my dear
My heart shaped heart it dances to the sound of your music
Yours beats to the sound of your ego and looks just like a blue tick
Wednesday 8th March 2023 2:22 am
Nothing More
I think of you, chastise myself,
And press your name away
Ignoring, stubbornly, the fact,
You’re present every day
I don’t ask why I cannot help
But seek your commentary
On every task, or smile of mine-
A wish I cannot bury
I say, embarrassed at myself,
That this affair ends now.
This fantasy, this made-up game,
I cannot keep allowing
After...
Saturday 16th January 2021 6:55 pm
As Kamasi Blew
I was out walking today
Trying to clear my head
After a morning of too much study, Twitter
And coffee.
On the way to town, listening to jazz
I tried to slow down my mind
Counting flat, fallen autumn leaves
Making words from number plates
Avoiding kids on their bikes.
I came out of Boots with
My blue sweets for the weekend
And stopped for a double espresso.
Havin...
Sunday 29th November 2020 8:52 pm
Shade Darkening To Shadow
Life in the shade was good
Your fame left me aglow
Finding you loved another
Dealt my ego a heavy blow
I thought love was exclusive
Deceit turned me to a saddo
No more your sole princess
Shade darkening to shadow
Now shade enfolds my rival
She enjoys your reputation
Seeking not the limelight
Knowing what is her station
Maybe I wanted too much
E...
Saturday 24th October 2020 11:16 am
Losing to Win
I lost you the moment I won you,
Coz you are not ME,
You belong to yourself,
You think like yourself,
You speak like yourself,
You sing like yourself,
You dance like yourself,
You laugh like yourself,
You cry like yourself,
You live for yourself…
You are not mine…
For me, it’s fine…
Coz I love to stay with you,
Battle of opinions, I love to play with you…
Why twinning every time?
Th...
Tuesday 28th April 2020 7:08 am
Unmasking the Ego
On the outside...
Do not question anything I say or do.
Above all do not argue.
Keep all opinions, suggestions, ideas to yourself.
They mean nothing to me.
I know everything.
The more you retreat
and remain silent,
the stronger I feel.
Acknowledge me.
Respect me.
Worship me.
On the inside...
Wednesday 4th March 2020 9:33 pm
Breaking
The dawn is breaking,
no sense you're making
leaving me, although
better off I will be.
No one will ever
satisfy you, until
your heart bleeds through
the tough exterior
that makes everyone inferior
to the image you see
in the mirror.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ca9ub9rpNK4
Saturday 2nd November 2019 12:50 pm
Rose Colored Reality
Too much reality
can burn a hole
through your soul.
I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.
With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
war within.
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
an illusion...
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
resistance,...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
Poetico Ego Some
Wanted to write about the creative urge and how it relates to ego. A bit philosophical, so Descartes' famous phrase I think therefore I am, Cogito Ergo Sum, came to mind for a title.... Not really polished yet, but see what you think...
Poetico Ego Some
I write therefore I am
What I want to be,
I read because I can
Have others listen to me.
I think I’ve found a rhyme,
An...
Saturday 12th January 2019 10:07 am
Love MySelf
What do have to offer. yourself
internal wisdom beneath the facia of my concious
the untenable barrier that holds the flesh together, but connot be devoured only boiled down
and essence consumed
waste
waste not use it for what it is
extract its power
use the sinew to construct a rope
strength beyond
only useful in parity with what is beneath what is beneath useless witho...
Monday 5th February 2018 7:22 pm
Something
My something is nothing, as something is nothing when measured against the grand scheme of things,
A massive reward, the highest achievement, no more something than a spec in the wind
A name to a prize, a face to a name, a name prize and face that were nothing the same, these nothings are nothing, but something to something, and therefore the nothing has value again
My nothing is something,...
Sunday 14th January 2018 2:46 pm
Selfie Culture is Just Culture You Stupid Fucking Baby Boomer.
Indulgence
Of
Ego
Finds itself
Intherathercramped
Position of outward facades, and inward necessities
Construction having
S
T
E
M
M
E
D
from self portraits
and
meeting at selfies
Humble is ideal
Self Pride is ideal
They both need be
B a l a n...
Saturday 20th May 2017 8:16 pm
The Jagged Edge of Love
This must be my longest night
the moon laying its heavy light right down
this room swims in so much gossiping
conversations; always imagined and impossible
This must be my longest night
the blurred echoes of all we did ring ‘round
there’s no sleep to be had, just counting stars
and scenes replaying; rose or shit tinted now
I found the jagged edge of love
it cut right across my heaving...
Thursday 26th March 2015 3:40 pm
Our Valued Lawn
You only really win, having lost.
On the front lawn, all is identical until you notice it.
Every other blade you see its 50 shades greener than your own.
Those shades depend on light. Those blades gleam off light refracted.
Interesting...
Who has the light?
Every day you look, you stare, you glare
with a drink, with a book, with a chair, with a care.
Your care, carelessly, mi...
Sunday 4th January 2015 10:42 pm
Hide Jekyll, Hyde!
`
Part demon, part angel,
your gaze draws me nigh.
Part animal, part divine;
the celestial hosts sigh.
Doubts leak like a broken tap,
assurances cloud the sky.
Drip and drop to fill the gap;
your balmy words can't dry.
An easel for pigments to trap;
row by row hung from a vine.
Libation pressed flesh and sap;
A bloodied cudgel rests supine.
...
Monday 10th January 2011 12:25 pm
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