Ancient guardian of the sacred essence,
You wander through the taciturn void of slumbering souls
Where the shadow of truth gravely trickles into hieroglyphs,
An affection imprinted,
Upon the white colossi, cloaked in moss, who once
Reflected in faith lofty secrets,
The signatures of visionaries of yore
Howl an ode to knowledge,
Then beg, like an elixir, the heart of endless vigil
To chant a resurrection,
A living codex of verbs deeply carved into existence
To break free from the frame of a retouched chrysalis
With perilous oaths to tear the veil of stagnation,
To rekindle the polar flame of evergreen truth
In leaps unfolding from sidereal numbness
Illumination pleads for a reborn symphony
Truth with fresh breath –
That antagonizes a caravan of unforeseen revelations
That sows new causes for renewed deeds
In the sanctuary of the heart that waits with open embrace.
Journalist jeopardizes hegemony
Unveils untold injustices
Lacerates limits of freedom
Invokes imminent amendments
Answers alleged incriminations
Negates nefarious power
Antagonizes acrimonious lies
Suffers slaughter of right
Subdues surrogate meanings
Awaits apoplectical hatred
Nears noxious injection
Gulps generous hemlock
Ends evil monopoly
Big Scary Monster
"Whoo, look at me!"
Inside I'm insecure
Outside, I'm a bully
Repaying the innocent
For the treatment I received
I actually hate myself
I have really low self-esteem
I'm too afraid to confront the culprit
Who antagonizes me,
So I target those who can't fight back
I'm a coward, you see.
I'm a coward and a push-over
But I masquerade as a king/queen
Notice, I never challenge my equal
Because of my inferiority
I'm weak and I'm broken
Bruised so deeply
I feel like I'm nothing,
Like I'll never be anything
I get off on acting evil
I love being mean
Because I'm a Big Scary Monster,
"Whoo, look at me!"
Half my time is spent bruising my own ego,
as I literally try to command every cell in my body to forget you entirely.
To forget your stupid face, your name, and all the things I can't stand about you.
Or worse.. all those things I'm ashamed to admit I love about you.
In the end, pretending your nonexistence only antagonizes me more.
The absence of you is louder than the endless supply of smart ass remarks you never seem to run out of.
You take the joy out of every day, you rob me of the fun in getting high,
You steal the very colour from my sight!
Forcing me to star in this silent black and white film with horrible lighting.
The other half of my time consumes all the rest of my energy.
As I will the fibers of the Universe into energy that does my simple bidding-
Overdosing your every single thought or impulse with only one yearning desire:
Visions of me, covered in only green lace and liquid codeine.
Oh the things I would do to you!
I would go to such lengths to pretend to please you..
I want to give you the world just so I can take it from you later.
And because you are the fire of my soul, my one and only..
I promise you I will.
Awww the famous Twin Flames
One dances around more than the other,
very seductive one can be
while the other antagonizes my brother!
Flirtatious and has the ability to scorch
She is the vindictive one of the twin Flames!
One flame is not as bad as the other,
but they both serve a purpose to people with no names!
Have you ever been hurt so
much that you can't feel?
So much that the pain
makes it nearly impossible to heal?
Have you ever lost someone
that meant so much to you?
Than look back and think
how could any of this be true?
I feel that pain
everyday
I once felt that nothing
could ever feel this way
I hide the happiness
inside the truth
That this pain
is way too crude
I feel like an empty shell
living in a world of hell
The pain antagonizes
the truth of how I feel
So when I wake up
reality makes it real
I don't know
How to let it go
The pain is so
deep within
So deep that I let
the enemy win
So how do you know
When to let the hurt go?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are they?
I wish I knew.
We all feel pain
even though wounds
are technically inexcusable.
We patch up scars and make
them functional and reusable.
Oh the blood underneath these veins,
the flesh antagonizes me for days.
I'd poke it with something sharp
if I weren't so vain.
Plus looking at the imprints
it would cause would drive me insane.
There could be a cloudless sky
but still it may rain
Never judge a book
maybe until you turn the page
I wish I had something, someone
or just maybe a it.
Pain is excruciating but It's mass
produced like McDonald's so I'm used to it
It's the repetitive nature of it all that
makes people loose a tooth or two
they can't pick, swallow or chew the truth
so they bottle it up and chug it like a fresh cold root
I take it in and blow it out like a flute
such beauty can come from ugly things
that's why so many beautiful girls
let their boy friends call them ugly names
I spin in a circle and when I return it's all the same
Who am I? Who is she? who are we?
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