Poetry Blogs (ego)
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
Saturday 16th January 2021 6:55 pm
I was out walking today
Trying to clear my head
After a morning of too much study, Twitter
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.
Sunday 29th November 2020 8:52 pm
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
Saturday 24th October 2020 11:16 am
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?
Tuesday 28th April 2020 7:08 am
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.
On the inside...
Wednesday 4th March 2020 9:33 pm
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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Saturday 2nd November 2019 12:50 pm
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
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
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,
Saturday 12th January 2019 10:07 am
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 not use it for what it is
extract its power
use the sinew to construct a rope
only useful in parity with what is beneath what is beneath useless witho...
Monday 5th February 2018 7:22 pm
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, as ...
Sunday 14th January 2018 2:46 pm
Position of outward facades, and inward necessities
from self portraits
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
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
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.
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
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.
Please make your respo...
Monday 10th January 2011 12:25 pm