And as I stood Clothed in my shame The monster I'd created Was me Was mine And The most difficult part Was turning to the mirror Looking into my eyes And realizing There was no Jekyll There was no Hyde There was just me
There are so many things I would change/cannibalize from this poem (and I will eventually), but this is the first poem I have recorded that I wrote about the refusal of the Jekyll/Hyde stereotype.
-------"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it."--------
I fear you Hyde hiding in plain sight Jekyll murdered by his creation His ambition Gone the way of the monster Victor's supposed victory
The Jekyll and Hyde/monster archetype shows up a decent amount in some earlier poems of mine, but I don't agree with it anymore. I think it is easier to believe in some kind of hidden, dualistic, "evil" that forces my hand in situations. I simply don't feel like this anymore.
I'm sorry for living like Jekyll and Hyde One life at church and another outside I'm sorry for not loving and trusting you like I should I'm sorry for the times when I've caused pain and not good I'm sorry for when I choose wrong over right I'm sorry when I choose darkness over light I'm sorry Lord for the things I've done I'm sorry Lord that I hurt your son
Today I am gonna visit my buried memories. Not in a graveyard, no... Mine are concealed deeper, So deep that I have to get ***** I admit, it frightens me. Dig, dive, fly, swim. There is my lost elder companion. Reminders of my past.
Kept in a safe made out of hard wood. rough pine
'searching in a dusty pocket' But I need a key. Maybe I lost it. Sigh of relief streams out of my lungs. Maybe next time.
I buried my shadow in a concrete grave He came back to haunt me I could not deal with the dark of night But all of my light hid in the gloom so my shadow re-entered the room All the things I buried with him began to show The blackest of times So with him I entered a truce That I would acknowledge him But I said to him I'd never let him wholly loose...
Flashbacks of a juvenile burning curiosity like the charm of a snake, outside looking in...And all the setbacks between the two sides luring the tediosity to take some straight on the side while school is in. Big ups, the cotton wool is pulled over our eyes, how do you shape-shift between freedom and destruction?? I pick you up through the rotten like a fool even though I know inside I can't escape a stiff one, while you lead them down that path of destruction. The comfort of Noah being a drunk is naive, I delve in your chemical name called Spirits. That's why you're a demon drug like how Eve and Adam were beguiled into this subliminal game and lost the Sphinx. Master of inebriation, you're probably the cause of an Old Man's flaws or the reason why we lost our Love for...The Answer to Liberation, seeing Old Timers and Mentors slip and fall on odour tavern floors... Excuse me and watch your step, tomorrow they might think I'm on drugs coz' of your transgressions. Exclude me and watch you're back, you never know...they might just think I'm a **** coz' of your aggression. Exorcise in solitude and stop disturbing the peace between families and friends. Our Sisters are now exercising fortitude in the fog, curbing their dreams by imbibing in fantasies and trends. Pains to see Good Men possessed out of success and in denial... But then again Real Men will profess out of such stress and be the Lion.
Hear that...craziness cunning hard for a kiss of ***, "You wanna forget your troubles?" I say Cheers to that blaziness coming hard...you can kiss my ***, "Give me another double".