Mirror Opposite
I am what I am? What am I? Hedonist, Activist, Devil, Bodhi, Perverse Geek? I am what I am.
I am violent tempered but always happy. I am sickened by the worlds decay but delight in the cause of the infections that lead to that same decay. Opposite ends of the same slide rule. I ask myself daily; “Self, what are you today?’ The response is never the same and always confusing. I am what I am.
I AM, isn’t that what God said in Genesis? Was God indecisive too? Fool, you are not a god! But, I do believe a god rest in each one of us.
I am pleasure. Who doesn’t like to find pleasure? Come to me. The sweet, sweet embrace of another, the moisture of the kiss, the exhilaration of the something new, dangerous and palpable, that causes an alkali sensation to rise from your throat.
I am what I am and that’s all that I am. Are my forearms as big as Popeye’s? And, just what caused that deformity anyway? Surely not *******, as the midnight comics suggest or we would all be his brothers.
I am Buddha. My inner being screams in disgust at being reborn again and again and again. I know how to break the wheel of karma but, that Ferris wheel holds wondrous deprivations along the way and who am I to not try on one or two of those hungry ghosts.
I am Fey. My wings clipped and banality killing me slowly. Where is my golden acorn to plant under a full moon to renew my magic? I am attracted to hell and repelled by a chorus of angels. If there is really nothing better then cloud-sitting in heaven then why bother, Give me Valhalla. At least in Valhalla you could get good tickets to a fight. I am a mirror.
I reflect what society tells me while struggling against the media-ocricy that streams into my sensory organs like polluted waves from the Valdez. A elephant seal of anarchy covered and drowning in my own conservative opinions.
I am female hear me roar. If for no other reason then being told that, however in touch, I can not be a feminist. I pay homage to Aphrodite upon her shell, Dianna by her stag? O.K. Maybe not a feminist. How about sexist, or racist, or bigot or xenophobe? Maybe.
I am Worm fodder. I wish to believe in another world after this but hide behind science and its violently anonymous creator. When dead will we all lie quiet as the grave in out grave as the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms get in my guts no doubt. Would that be so bad?
I am the shade of Inubus and Quatezecotyl, Crowly and Repoche. Lapping up their words and making a **** pile of their experiences. What am I?
I am what I am. Silent when I should be loud, and an abomination when I need to be beautiful. Polar opposite made flesh with a grin.
What am I? I am a Questioner. There is no knowledge that can withstand time. Every question is correct and every answer is wrong. How do I know what is truth. Is there really TRUTH or just Memorex.
I am a Seeker of arcane thoughts and novel philosophies. Everything has been said. But, can it be said in a manner that makes sense at this point at this time grasshopper? How many licks does it take to get to the center of the tootsie pop? I want to know!
I am the Thinker. Elbow on knee, hand on chin. Why did they **** Copernicus? Was it really just for a heliocentric universe or something much more political? ROY G BIV are the colors of the rainbow but what if we could see ultraviolet and infrared? What if I stood inside the rainbow would it be back as all the colors mixed? I am what I am.
I am the Adventurer. Sword in hand and cod piece attached correctly. I head out in search of what I question and seek and think about. How else would you find your own truths. Truth, not beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. If every grain of sand is an universe unto itself then I wish to explore each and every one to delve into their faceted trivialities and pillage the knowledge from them.
I am an organic being content to take over a new world each night in my dreams and complacently ignore my biological clock counting down to unknown oblivion.
Wolff
This is fairly crap, but its my piece of crap. Please let me know if you would, for some unknown reason, want to use any or part of it.