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Ego Trip

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Writing is a cathartic process in which I find my voice in different facets of each poem. Poetry, is a unique discourse of reflections


He walked down the street whistling a soft tune

Handsome man and he knew that

Women turned their heads to get a better look

He smiled to himself as he continued in his swagger

Couldn’t pass a mirror to see his reflection staring back

Soft wavy hair he wore just slightly too long

Manicured nails and a day at the spa was his habit

Dressed in designer garb you’d never catch him

Wearing off the rack

All the ritzy boutiques knew him by name on sight

Always wore a rose in his lapel

Smelling of designer colognes

He’d often give a dollar or two to the poor man

Standing on the street corner this made him feel good

Thought he’d really done something to be remembered for

Walking away he’d take out his handkerchief and wipe his

Hands as if the dirt from the man had transferred to him

He sometimes drove his expensive car; a beautiful woman at his side

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Would show off like he was a superstar

Fancy restaurants he frequented, was known to be a big tipper

On first name bases with the maitre d’

Sat at the finest tables, ate, drank, and satisfied his lustful hunger

He boasts of his wealth the grandest schools he was sent to

Lavished in the life of luxury never wanted for nothing

He was on top of the world but sadly you see

This was all in his head for at night he sat alone

In a one room dump a dim light danced against the walls

Stale air filtered through the cracked window

The stench of musk and sour food blew in the atmosphere

With his head in his hands he wondered if dreams really did come true

Tired and disgusted suddenly it was clear

He stood and looked out his window up into the heavens

High above the image of a bird held his gaze transfixed

As it flew away and disappeared into the brightness

Of morning light; then he looked down how far was it;

He looked back again at where the bird had once been; free

He spread his wings soaring into the clouds

He looked back at the earth and laughed

© 2011 ek ellis


Dim Flaxenwick from Great Britain on June 02, 2011:

Briliant imagination you have, and make very REAL.

tom hellert from home on February 13, 2011:


a fine yarn you ave sun here.very enjoyable


poetvix from Gone from Texas but still in the south. Surrounded by God's country. on February 13, 2011:

This is so richly woven, so symbolic... beautiful indeed.

Kristen Burns-Darling from Orange County, California on February 13, 2011:

A haunting and disturbing tale....well done!

Mentalist acer from A Voice in your Mind! on February 13, 2011:

A beautifully etherial release,ek ellis.;)

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