fly-by-nite lighthouse

bravado!

I am power! Don't roam near me lest I crush you 'neath my feet! I take the written word warp it into my image move the mountains of language bowling over the frightened masses that before drove me under those same protrusions. I am thunder! Booming, roaring into the nighttime air! None stand who can rival my monotonous rumble my sonic scream of dialect carving notches in your skull etching completely the percussive force my chaos. I am lightning! Flashing, fiery into the storm I go! The overwhelming surges commanding your synapses are caused by me they are born of my electric soul originate in my will- you are helpless to conform. I am giant! Corpulent form shoving others from my path freeing my mitts to thieve all glory, treetrunk legs to mount all summits. I bludgeon all foes with knees and elbows until... i am all alone.

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ALL POETRY COPYRIGHT MB TANKERSLEY 2004

Every politician, talk show host, minister, CEO, manager, salesperson or poet needs a sort of confidence about them. The best of them combine that with humility. The worst of them don't. For the latter, this behavior often disguises the pain of feelings of inferiority. I dedicate this poem to that group and to myself. I've alienated too many people in my life by acting in arrogance. My apologies to those I have hurt.