"jekyl" poems
i am no Stranger to Fear
that which adhere's
to Love,
as if in Disguise
it Preys,
wait's till the Weak
lags behind.
then through courage Seeks,
and easily finds.
Love is everywhere,
flowing around,
matching the Frequencies
our Emotions' sound.
Meaning:
all forms of Expression,
Reaction, and
Passion can be,
in me
i have found
no solid ground.
always Floating,
Flying, and
Dreaming.
Imagination creating
a most serene setting
i fall into Believing.
Deceiving it is.
so i easily give in.
Temptation of Escape,
the comfort holds my hand
to guide me through the land
of possible Truth,
but Fear becomes out of Doubt
and overpowers.
Trust,
Communication,
and Understanding,
can not be
shared by one whom invites,
welcomes,
embodies,
Fear.
when one weight falls,
the Balance enthralls
Chaos into Dimension.
Nothing is the same,
it's all Abstract.
the lashings and arguments quickly Attack.
his Desire for me was Selfishly shown
through the Monuments built on our Love's Tomb.
no longer Love,
but Want,
kept his Soul aflame.
to keep what was his right to Tame.
my Fire Inside.
i could not walk,
stand,
or crawl.
i knew he Loved me,
and that was All.
but this was not Love.
this was Secret and a Blind
transformation to quick to be seen
by me or Time.
..or was it there all along,
waiting to come out and play his melancholy song?
this body,
his Vessel,
was a host of Confusion.
as if maid Mary to Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde,
it took all my Energy to Try,
but Why?
i Loved him,
but it was no longer Him in control,
Madness had finally taken it's toll.
"throw me under a bridge," last words of a troll.
Sorry my Man,
my Lover,
my Friend,
seems Fear got the best of You
in the End.
go down with the ship,
i'd rather not,
my Mind is too Free to be Caught.
i did not give up,
i did not run.
I simply did what had to be done
Body and Soul lay peacefully as one.
my Fear of You
is finally gone.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
Master, this was said to me
should I be triggered or flogged?
Think Sisyphus happy.
What year is this?
Babble, babble, all around me, no
God, not this, again.
It's all in yer head, keep rollin' the rock.
keepin time, makin rime rimey rime
frees icicles on my beard
if you could see me now,
Hell, who imagined this?
I am Sisyphus happy and Sysifus sad,
now for as long as I care to recall
I roll the rock.
It was the hell I had envisioned, since
Camus at least, probably something triggered,
seventh grade, oh
cliché, except
the details, the evil, as seen in the thirteenth
year of an unwombed man's journey, womb to tomb.
I rolled the rock.
Alone as all hell, bored as hell.
food and drink, folly to think
so I stop thinking about them
as if someone thinks I can and I think I can.
Let's doit
daydream cliché, same seventh grader asks
Diane Wescott if he can kiss her
under the water
at the deep end of the public pool
Like Tarzan and Jane and she said yes,
again and again and again
like the expert's rats that are allowed
to suicide on big pharma grade *******
Wahoo, that got the rock rollin'
like I never thought she would now
yah, Jah, know what I mean,
Billie Jean, the kid coulda been mine
But I was rockin' and rollin' all night long,
notime, noo time ah tahlllll
Some minds may imagine Sisyphus happy,
but up to not too long
ago
I fail, failed am failing to re
call member hotline
now,
Matrix Wachowskie, bact to your box,
I am haunted by that movie, in 2018
keyphrase 2018 trigger Matrix movie 1
not the movie, the idea of endless bullets.
Who imagined that,
Hell, this is easy. Right, two persona one person sort of
story, no, too, Jekyl n Heckle
I can think any thing as long
as I roll the rock. This will go on forever,
as far as I can tell.
Rock and roll will live forever, let's take that
as a given, and just ignor the steady
up and down, resistance to punching down force goes up and release,
the rock rolls as far as Luck would have it, statically, probably
pause. breathe, read
The rhythm varies, I'm in forever, not in hell.
Push.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
you give me these rules to follow what do you Want me to write,
it says write about what I fell of pain,
darkness,
Sadness using words that I've Never Uttered or said..
When you say write what you feel thats what I've been doing wrather you give me an
F or an A for these assignments,
These are the ways that I feel.
You want me to write something Sad:
catch me on a Sad Day,
You want me to write something Dark:
Catch me on a Dark Day,
Want me to Write something Hateful:
Catch me on a Hateful Day,
want me to write something Sweet:
Catch me on a Sweet Day,
To write something Freaky:
Catch me on a Freaky day,
To write something Deathly Insane:
Well this one I just learned you gotta Catch me with a Question or a Simple Title
Havin me think of dark and Death Days
that Drag out into intense bleeding
and fulfilling
Abandonment issues toward myself;
A deep dark wreckless,
Careless secret toward myself,
thinking and contemplating What if I was to bring the Darkness to a full salute would I be me,
Would I be a Murderer,
Would I be an Assasin for Hire,
what would my life be like if I were to do that but alas I dont wanna find out that is why I stay me cause
I believe if I bring that darkness to a
full salute my Life as I know it will turn
Chaotic with no amount of Greatness
but for death and decay,
The Hatred to my Love,
The Death to my Life,
the Wrong to my Right,
The Loneliness to the Togetherness,
The Yang to my Yin,
The Sadness to my Happiness.
So I guess in writing Do I get it now?
Do I let this other side out for a full day not gaining any amount of light to that day...
My Beast to my Gentalmen,
My Ingnorance to my Intellagence,
My Negative to my Possitive,
My Villian to my Hero,
My Rags to my Riches,
My Shade to my Shine,
My Impure to my Pure,
My Jekyl to my Hyde,
My Insane to my Sane,
My Padded Dark Room to my Clean Sunshine in place of Life,
So did I do it?
Have I uttered what has been dorment inside me for the Longest?
Maybe my Fist to my Mouth,
Maybe my False to my True,
My Body too my Brains,
My Unresraints to my Discipline,
Silence to my Spoken,
****** to my Protect,
What do I do,
Just for one day.
My Slave to my Free Man,
What do I do?
My Loose tongue to Knowing when to shut-up
Wha do you want me to say?
My Riot to my Gaurd,
How should I act?
My Without to my With You,
Would you stay?
My Demise to my Negotiation to Live,
How should I feel?
My Killer to my Protector
What should I do?
My Worst to my Great,
How should I stand?
All these Questions within myself for myself....
If Only for a Day I should go crazy,
Would you stay?
If only for a Day iI Lose Control would you still Love me ?
Chris I need to Know what do you want me to do,
to say,
to be,
to act,
to believe?
Im talking to you,
What would you have me do?
Chris What shall we do its up to you now,
its always been.
As to my Beautifull Empress,
Our Babies,
and Our Unborns
Supports Me and keeps me Sane and Intensly
In Love with Her in all the Glory that is Life...
I LOVE YOU
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
I told you to run while you could,
get out before it's too late.
because I was the friendliest to strangers
and the strangest to friends.
My heart had never been open to dividends.
But your strangeness was similar to my strangeness: pushing out of fear - or had I made you that way?
You despised Mr. Hyde more than I did, but you loved Dr. Jekyl fervently with more compassion than I could ever give him...
I told you how it sometimes felt like I was living another's life... and looking at it now it's like I was sitting on a perpetual swing: x distance forward and x distance back.
We lucked out for so long because I would pull when you would push, and when I pushed you would pull me back. And for a while we both pulled. And then forever onward we pushed. Or forever wayward. Sometimes pulling in doesn't keep people from going away. And when you push someone, you can't expect them to pull you back. Because not everyone is sitting on the same swingset.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Jekyl or Hyde
above the belly
on a beer tap
in the ally,
below the waste
goombaya
out of the preachers face,
it's my body Yue!!!
now You!!! tattoo this on on my chest,
permanently
now hidden behind a vest.
gin & tonic
sure don't mean tiger
given to a drunk crit
as an insult from China.
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 2:07 PM UTC
Amongst a sea of thousands,
alone within this world.
A world I chose to live in,
left behind and stranded.
Brothers in arms,
a concept dead and gone.
A generation hopelessly uninspirable.
A man out of time,
a soul lost and wondering.
What is a warrior of use when peace reigns?
Family in the distance,
a shadow of previous uses.
Darkness falls, memories fading, piety disappears.
Who am I anymore?
What is my purpose?
A guiding lightI can never reach,
another world I can never breach.
No answers to infinite questions.
A warmth I can never feel,
a smile I can not revel in.
A touch I will never have.
Crows circling overhead,
waiting to pick at the life I once had.
Night falls, plumeting into it's void.
A shadow once all to familiar,
a darkness I could only have escaped once.
An old friend calling out to me,
the only one who ever cared.
Protecting me from feign friendships.
Disilliusion of bonds never present.
A hatred ever fortuitous,
crawling in the corners of my mind.
An acquaintance always there,
keeping me warm once again.
A recently untrodden path lost to my shadow.
Recalling a life long forgotten,
paving a new way, leading back to an old.
Is this full circle, or it is a choice?
I have recieved my tools of patience and understanding.
Do I place them in my tool box, or continue to use them?
Rays of sunshine creep in from an unsuspecting source.
Misinformation doubting her methods, her rhyme, her reason.
Internal struggles of good and evil, friend or foe, reality and hope.
Splitting into two, tearing at my being.
Pain, suffering, hate and discontent.
Happiness, revelry, love and caring.
In one hand freely given of friendship,
in the other...stabbed in the back.
An interest?
I know not,
Light coming toward me, but never reaching out.
Torment of something good, something better.
Feeling alone in the darkness, sinking by the moment.
A heart divided,
thoughts conquered.
Emotions rampant,
ellouquently rhymed songs of pain and love.
Piercing my mind.
Dr. Jekyl, Mr. Hyde...
The light or the dark,
the friend or the foe,
the love or the hate?
A tributary of paths, which to choose?
Confusion settling in like a fog of war.
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
I've had enough
Tired of mediating with your worst self
Hoping to meet a fleeting best self
I'm sick of providing insurance
To your denied reality
Weary of walking on eggshells
Agonizing over spirited outbursts
Accepting overdue apologies
For being called stupid, a terrible wife
One occasional day of closeness shattered
By 10 days of strife
Negating my sweet Renegade
My music, my hair, my whole life!
Does putting me down keep you up?
Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde take turns with me
My dilemma, knowing WHO you'll be.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Through stories we learn the moon makes monsters,
From ordinary men to howling wolves--the moon's to blame.
Under cover of the moon vampires come out to play,
Jekyl meets Hyde, and Frankenstein gets made.
Men become monsters that turn into nightmares,
And all because of the moon.
(i'm not sure if this happens to all men,
or if the moon can pick and choose--
all i know is
that night in his bedroom,
i discovered that monsters are real)
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
love it has two side there is good and bad
one can make you happy the other makes you sad
it can change'so quickly each and everyday
you can never tell it goes either way
it can twist around a jekyl and a hide
you dont know which way is hiding deep inside
so we have'to hope that it is'always good
and it stays'that way the only way it should
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC