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APOLLYSIAN

APOLLYSIAN
Apollonian / Dionysian
Tactile /  Olfactrious
Visual / Auditory

Degenerate / Prude
Naive / Knowing
Esther / Jezebel.

Light / Dark

Virgin / Whore
Child / Woman
Omo / Iman

Omo Faith
Child of Faith

For ever
For always

Your worst friend
Your best enemy

Loving, but cold
Loyal, but unfaithful
Fallen angel with wings intact


Am I the definition of I, or,  is it I ?


Total Ditz
100% Nerd

Exhibiting impractical domesticity

A Lover of beauty in humanity
A respecter of her ugliness

A humanitarian with a heart of stone
A kind-hearted sadist

Retained by all, yet retaining none
Belonging to none, yet all


Am I the definition of I,  or,  is it I ?


A lover of Symmetry. . .   with discord
A believer of truth... with borders
An advocate of freedom... with limits

A staunch believer of GOD

A lover of beauty with depth
A health-conscious hedonist

Having the easy ability to grasp the most complex subjects,while being completely clueLess about the most basic concepts


Am I the definition of I, or is it I ?


A submissive Domina. 

A brutal, yet tender lover...
Devouring the essence...
Blowing out love. ??

Nothing  

 
A dreamer with feet of lead. 
A idealist with a full head of air. 

A devil in human form. 
An angel in devil form. 

A believer in the lies that lie in others.  
Cynically retarded.
Sensually inSensitive. 

Dual personalities.
Uno Integrata. 


Am I the definition of I, or,  is it I?


I Am I     becoming
Not yet     I Am 

The ace of spade I hold
is naught but a hole
into a tale untold
by the future of the past

An old soul...
Encased by a body in gaol
An old soul in prison
Within the child, old eyes a-peeking

With a heart so black
And a soul so white
With soul so black
And a heart so white

White heart ± black soul.
Black heart ± white Soul.


White Soul.  Black Heart

Many are called
None are chosen
Few are chosen
None are called

Journeys so proFound
Are meant to be walked alone
Unfettered, unshackled

At one with the wind
At one with the sun
At one with the rain

One with the skies


Am I the Definition of I, or, is it I?

Rocketing through the eye of the vortex in stilettos
Floating on a serene leaf in Poseidon’s terrain

Un Gardien de l'humanité 'secret
Buried in the abyss of heart
Never to be told.

I Am the complete version of I.

The ONLY version of I.

Pure.
Feral
Primal.
Refined.
Unbridled.

AUTHENTIC !!!


Am I the definition of I, or,  is it I?

Who am I to I


I Am…









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Copyright © Omo Faith Oshodin | Year Posted 2025

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