Menace To Poetry

 

I'm a Menace.

A menace to poetry.

I'm surely gonna rain on your parade

Any day because 1/2 of me likes to.

Then several days later apologies

Because I'm compelled to.

 

Ive got, multiple personality disorder

Because this one body inhabits two souls.

One as pure as angel tears and the other has

Put in years as the Devils minion.

 

It happens when you worship poetry.

Average people are transformed into something

So dangerous Its like dropping Atomic bombs

On a minefield.

 

Its constantly clashing with logic until the brain fills

With centuries worth of battles of Good vs. Evil.

But in this battle, no one prevails.

 

The mind, body, and soul

Make like Banana's and split.

That's as simple as it gets.

 

The heart pumps on two different Rhythms.

And pumps blood on two different cardiovascular systems.

My brain thinks on two different wave lengths.

And the shocks sent from the two different

Nervous systems are never in-sync.

My soul thrives on two different energy sources

Heaven's Rays, and Hell's Darkness.

 

I've turned myself into a mime.

I cant speak with out two entities clashing at

The chance to voice the lyrical rubbish

Ticking like a time bomb in my voice box.

 

I, Exaggerate my movements to get my point across.

My wardrobe consists of black and white clothes.

Stripped to represent the peace on one gets.

 

My bloods not even wet.

My life essence has burned to

Ashes from the war raging inside.

So without life essence to lose,

I'm invincible.

 

Nothing you can throw can penetrate my bubble,

But the words I throw can make mountains stumble.

Might as well call me Arctic Tundra.

With my words i can freeze you in your place.

 

Call me hurricane cause I can give you a

Taste of disaster. Then after give you fortune

From my bank of thoughts to restore the

Dignity you served up to me on a silver platter.

 

Call me the Grinch cause I'm stealing hopes

And dreams, and replacing them with nopes and

Nothings on Christmas. Then my heart grew

2 times the size.

I'd give back dreams to downsize my other sides crimes.

 

I Can't help it if I'm bipolar.

But I can't get it out of my system cause

My system is the Solar and my other is Lunar.

 

So every Walking day I'm a walking eclipse.

And every time I'm sane, I relapse to this every lasting

Struggle of Dr. Jekyll and Mrs.Hyde.

 

I can't run from what's inside, Because what's inside

Is me. 1/2 poetry's beast, 1/2 poetry's beauty.

I can make a movie.

 

When Both parts of me

Do the dangerous dance, tango.

Their spirits bellow out the burden of the tongue, musical.

 

But two of the same don't come together,

So opposites attract. And when you live together

Long enough, an attraction develops

Magical, Attack.

 

 

 

 

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