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The Bipolar Monster pt 1

The bipolar monster awakens from his slumber His right arm reaches out and up and falls back to his side He reaches out his left arm Out and up and There it stays Opposite of his right, ever reaching for something he can't achieve, A perfect Balance The bi-polar monster’s arm begins to grow tiresome so it also falls back to his side, The bi-polar monster thinks that he looks less silly when both of his arms are at his sides Or when his palms clap to create beats to songs that have not yet left his head or lips Even though I am in these chains, it doesn’t mean that the bi-polar monster has completely lost his sense of humor Let me tell you a joke, okay? The bi-polar monster hates being bi-polar, it’s awesome! You get it? Right? Tough crowd Is this thing on? The bi-polar monster has no microphone Can you hear me? Asks the bi-polar monster Do I make sense to you? The monster lifts his head to the sky trying to remember what it was like not living in his shackles They had become heavy with the weight of the world, and of the words that others placed upon him He missed his home You see even monsters have homes We all come from somewhere, we all once had loved ones and places where we knew that we belonged, where we were safe to be ourselves The bipolar monster once had a family and was once not judged He was once beautiful, a singer His only crime was that monsters-humans never sought to understand him His need for balance through two voices-voices scared those who did not seek to understand Those who never sought understanding never tried to listen The bipolar monster was not always a monster, in the ages long ago he used to be revered as a god The god Janus The two-faced god of paths and doorways Janus resided at the limits of Earth, and at the extremity of Heaven In two places at once, but still in perfect balance, two voices in harmony, Nothing but beauty flowed from the lips of Janus Music was a stream through which Janus communicated Janus was known as an interesting god in which to communicate with since he constantly had two or more things to say at once But the other gods understood him perfectly because they knew how to listen without judgement These voices were once known to be words of absolute truth or wisdom The other gods knew how to listen and could hear Janus A constant stream of consciousness Thoughts came too quickly for Janus But this was no illness nor condition, No,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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