Date: 8/13/2008

Mad Poet 55
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I am Legion

Finally the tears start to flow...
It has been so long...
My life amounts to nothting nd
I can no longer pretend to be
so strong!
I have somehow lost my
identity to be someone!
They say that evil exists in
the hearts of those who think
that they are good.
To tell the truth, I am selfish,
a sinner nd all that is not good!
Anything but innocent nd pure.
..I'm part of this human cancer
for which there is no cure!
I hate this skin! I hate skin!
..This prison of shape we all
find ourselver in!
They say Life is beautiful nd
magical, but Life is long nd hard!
Frankly, it's quit tragical! Only
Only in children's books can you
read about the daring nd the magical!
And only read about!
Where are the wizards?
The dragons? The faries
nd the goblins? The sacret journeys?
Nd the hope?
They say that the real journey
is inward, but as the law of nature
states;
AS WITHIN SO WITHOUT,
AS ABOVE SO BELOW.
...but inward has never been outward;
...it has only been there to read about!
Who is there to hear my dire plight?
Turn the tables around and make mani-
fest what we dream about? And condemn violence and tragedy to become the things you only read about!
Duality in reality equals mass and
minority! And supposable the univers will always favor the minority...
Which is true spiritually! But where is
my God physically?
I have no life! Only this skin! My God!
Help me find that which is within!

This resilience in opposing non-existence,
This fragile nd stubborn resistance;
In finding peace in non-exsistance!
What is this? This dire need to survive this?
I will not die! I will not die! Self-terminate!
Instead we lie, kill nd discrimanate!
If the majority is intrinsically good, then why does the hate nd the violence still dictate?
Please just serve my head up upon a silver
plate ...while the benevolent shout nd procrastinate!
Death, sweet Death, why do you still hesitate?
Or could I be the one to change reality into fiction for some? To end it all?
If only. Coz they say the job of the jester
is to stumble but never to fall!
Someone please trip me nd I promise, we will have a ball, turn the lights off and end it all!
I am Legion, Jumangi, and there is no hope for us all! I speak for many and your hearts are black as coal!
.....A.....
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