Megalomania Poem by Paul Sabelo

This no Lament, but an
Ode.I'm on my last hook of
The tune, as I hear voices hollers
On my back.This positivity keeps me
Locked on my de javus.

I'm livin' life like a video
Onto press forward to my
Ambitions.I'm too proud of
Myself.

I'm no Pinocchio but I iPaulistic
Art.I'm 'til live to birth of
Next century, 'cause I'm the
Third World War soldier.

I'm a wanderer in disguise, searchin'
Triumph at night.
Guess my dreams ain't real,
just livin' greatness of my fantasies.
O! ! this is an omen.

I'm no Osama, but still a Pisces
I vandalize world of neysayers,
Forfeit negativities.

I separate dark and light
'Cause these streets lights
Still shows me life on
My grind.

I'm down floor to my knees,
Bow down to all loved, losted
Zulu warriors, for Shaka to
Flourish my greatness.

Dear Lord, may you sprinkle
Blessings upon my life, my
Path is grey a winter season.

'Till death takes me, but my
Dreams will forever last.
And if I die today, tell me
I will make it through hell, 'cause
Heaven is where the heart is.