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Taru Marcellus Apr 2014
the pride of the pack was born an outcast
but there comes a time
when the alter becomes the ego
imagine the masks as spotlights
they alight a path but are more show than moral
the stage has been set for a play
a 10 character monologue
schizophrenia is the curtain
able to unveil applause

This Is Life

with an 80 year run time
shorter if you break a leg
                                                             you will wish for luck to strike you
you will wish to strike the set                                                          
   ­  you will wish to set the stage on fire
but passion strikes less than ad libs
you will learn to improvise
to take cues and act accordingly
the best leaders always do
cadence and countenance                                                
     ­                          cadence and countenance
cadence and countenance  
these are the two C's to making the cast
but try as you might
you cannot change what you were born into
you are an outcast
the best leaders always are
and that is why you deserve the spotlight
take your mark
~ front and center ~
remove your masks
and take a bow
Taru Marcellus Mar 2014
as I ride the J toward the eastern sun
my gears clicking questions at the photogenic view
I wonder
what type of medium was used for this art

if I were to paint the sky...
it would be a kindergarten crayola rendition
yaaa                                                   ­                             
a                                                               ­     
a                                                            
w ­                                                               
w­                                                        
n       ­                                       
i                                          
n                   ­                                 
                      g magenta seeping into the gray horizon

only the blurred lines of youth
could bring color to such places

God must have been a child before it died
Taru Marcellus Mar 2014
Call me Ash Ketchum
I'm just tryna get a peek-at-you
Taru Marcellus Mar 2014
I write to keep myself sane
I write to keep myself sane
I write because I'm insane
my mind roams on astral planes
it's like my mind          body          &          spirit
live in 3 different eternities
they circle around nothing
to form a Venn Diagram
the commonality is called reality
it is the looniest loop
I would much rather live between lines
read and created
between black and white panels

I am in sane
I'm a math teacher if you haven't figured out yet
Taru Marcellus Mar 2014
the chaos king has orderd his
                                                             ­                                                          steps
                                                           ­   with
                   sporadic
                                                        ­                          rights
                                ­                         and
innumerable
                                                 ­                                                    lefts
Taru Marcellus Mar 2014
after my first true betrayal
I found myself mumbling
                                              snitches get stitches
shredding the dignity of my conscience
I left a paper trail of trust
   -a reminder for those to come
sprinkled the strands over my scars
and let them settle into the backdrop of my pain
I learn from my mistakes
(even kept the hilt as a memento)

but Tre...
                Tre is different
first journal was named conscience. second is named Tre. third (and unmentioned) is named chronos
Taru Marcellus Feb 2014
a spider's network
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social suicide
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