for the pompous maniac

full of oneself,
ego out of proportion
eyes blinded by deception
self cloistered in jubilation

why think of yourself highly
why the need to convince everybody
to live in such pomposity
you alienate yourself from reality

knock down your pretensions
look around you,
the world ain't about you
convince yourself, not us

listen to what you are saying,
spiritless, disembodied, nothing
vulgar banality, floating aimlessly
trying to convince, failing miserably

supeficially shallow,
how low can you go?
talking as if omniscient prophet
but acting like an imbicile puppet

a genuine person
with incontovertible reason
fights the urge of demons.
low profile, humble, clear conscience ostensible.

StateOFMind Q1-2006

it's hard to thread the road less traveled

no directions, no shortcuts
only the will to reach the destination
i have no maps but determination


right now, i'm lost
i'm in a forest, wandering
aim... forgetting
hope.. losing


but of the remaining hope
that somehow, not revealing
the universe seems not conspiring
is a meter away from revealing


revealing the path, towards the destination
traverse through an unknown course
the hardships upon reaching it - only sweeter
only better