I am a riffraff-er
A child and a *******
angry as a soldier, yet silent.
A quack, making no progress
and refusing to ever confess
arrogant and stuck in my ways
My brain aches from all my dilemmas
and my heart screams with a passion, without a subject.
I have wandered and I have waited
I have tried and I have failed.
I've hated and shunned
Judged and mocked
All around me an illusion crumbled
Naked, I had been standing
Blazed by the sun's light
and taunted by the day's wind.
Silent still I stand.
An observer, distant and impartial.
I never participate
unseen and unfelt, I linger
Barely beyond the borders.
I am a quack, glorifying my dreams
and turning my back to the scenes.
My world crashes
My form falters
My mind surrenders
But my pen still tingles
and my desire still crackles.
Behind my words I hide
My mind's eye, I blind
Thinking I must never give in
Thinking my star has risen
Struggling with the void, I have grown
learning nothing, keeping nothing
and helping no one.
Crazed by an ego that's crying for help.
It will not rest until it is appeased
its hunger sated and its thirst quenched.
And my brain will continue refusing to focus or concentrate until I rest.
What am I talking about here ?
Does it have a purpose ?
or is it just more mindless blabbering ? Pen abuse ?
No, no coke for me brother, I do ink now.

I blame you
And on a pedestal I place you.
Today you stand accused.
Love, I've had it with you
and your likes
and your comrades
You ride in on high horses
dazzle me with promises
like a wicked simpleton.
Every time I am dazzled
I melt to your sweet whispers
And every time I warn you...
Love, be cautious, for I am fragile.
My soul can no longer take your play
Love, be cautious, my heart wants no more ache
It would sooner break.
And every time you promise me
No more heartache
Henceforth you will know only happiness.
Contentment shall be the air you breathe.
It will seep slowly through your skin's pores
and bathe your many cells....
And to you it will be like water.

And I listen, every time, Oh how I listen.
Gullible, naive I have proved to be.
And my mind bursts... It spills its glee.
Be free, be free my spirit
Cease your quivering and rise off your knee
We've found love...
And joy is its decree.
Alas, as my poor spirit gets off its knee
you start shoving and even kicking.
You trip me...
you trip me as I plead
for mercy, mercy is all I need.
No decree matters now, just let me get off my knee!
please Love, Please?

No... No more, Love. I've had it with you.
And to you now do I make this promise
Nevermore will I listen to your plea.
Nevermore will I wait or look for thee.
I will grow tall and sturdy
Like a cedar tree
And my roots will burrow deep
down to our mother's belly
That I may never bend at your feet again.
That then, it'll be you who begs me
And it'll be you who makes the unheard plea
and by then, it'll be you who dreams to be free.

Arise! Arise you hopeful young tadpoles.
Come forth ye mighty messengers of joy.
To arms my children... To Arms!
This be no game. Don't let it fool you..
Can't you see our trickster ? I know I can.
He's always smiling, eagerly baring his teeth,
flashing them for our prying, unsavoring eyes.
And we, we my friends, are staring dully onward
Blind to his sarcasm, blinded by our own vision.
Oh you young hopefuls.
Why do you trouble us with such ancient questions ?
Why are you not of the learned ?
All you were destined to do was shine and light up the night's sky..
Like earthly Orion's celestial belt.
Why must you burrow now ?
Arise you tender hatch-lings... break your eggs.
Can't you see how fragile your shell shields actually are ?
I know I can.
To arms my children! join me in oblivion.
The fray is but a ruse.
Fear is a coward's excuse.
Be swift of hand and light of heart.
Your minds are but sandboxes.
Were they not once empty ?
Before mighty Morphius visited our backyards;
they were all empty, barren and oh so hopeful.
Oh you mighty brother of Delight... It was your cruelty that dragged her down.
Down into delirium.
where she now giggles, cries, screams and gasps in symposium.
you broke her, although she may have been broken earlier.

Arise you miserable tadpoles. The land is warm and welcoming.
Its soil, sands and snow all ache for your budding legs.
Say No to vegetative awareness.
Say No to boredom's persistence.
Come forth you mighty messengers of joy.
Slip on your armor, this is going to be a rough ride.
Our home awaits.
And now allow me to light your bottoms on fire.
And launch you into space.
I won't stand for no crier.
And when you face your brothers; those ugly friars.
Those frogs.
These acclaimed humans, your so called kin and countrymen;
Do not hide your hatred; bury not your malice, but your sympathy.
So when you see their beady empty eyes and power hungry lashes and whip like tongues;
don't fret and don't seek to befriend them.
For their sweat is poison and they reek of cyanide.
Don't seek safety by joining them.
Arise my children and step into my light.
The cakes are all warm and today's sun is still bright.