THCPuffNStuff
Bluelighter
To cheer ourselves for acts of ridiculousness.
And to break down all that is beautiful.
Looking into that twisted half-mirror that is my own father.
And hoping, praying that the reflection shown does not resemble my own..
Yet it is not just he that concerns, repulses, restricts me.
This inner beast present inside so many..
And the desire to break out of the mold, seemingly futile.
This hideous masculinity, of which time can only care to amplify.
The inability to grow into what is a man..
When all around there are children.
Children with self granted, self deluded, unquestionable authority,
Who simply shift roles of those around them as time passes..
Lover, mother, slave, often one and the same.
How to fight it, when the anger itself builds up.
And not want to destroy, like they do.
And to look at oneself at times, seeing something that isn't
You
Where did this bitterness come from..
And the brief regression into animal
Only more cause for fear.
When did the balance return and the work regress.
To find so many fallen to the end they fought against.
When will the cycle be allowed to end,
And my fragile character given room to mend.
A character thats one desire
Is to be cast into something of worth.
Announce to all the determination to stay true..
To not fall into the classical cycles,
And finally learn to cry, and to protect, comfort and love
Those whose presence makes life worthwhile.
And those yet to grace.
To never forget what it is I'm fighting against internally,
To see the follies of the past generations,
And not be ruled, despite the odds
By vices which deem to tear us apart.
.....................................
And to break down all that is beautiful.
Looking into that twisted half-mirror that is my own father.
And hoping, praying that the reflection shown does not resemble my own..
Yet it is not just he that concerns, repulses, restricts me.
This inner beast present inside so many..
And the desire to break out of the mold, seemingly futile.
This hideous masculinity, of which time can only care to amplify.
The inability to grow into what is a man..
When all around there are children.
Children with self granted, self deluded, unquestionable authority,
Who simply shift roles of those around them as time passes..
Lover, mother, slave, often one and the same.
How to fight it, when the anger itself builds up.
And not want to destroy, like they do.
And to look at oneself at times, seeing something that isn't
You
Where did this bitterness come from..
And the brief regression into animal
Only more cause for fear.
When did the balance return and the work regress.
To find so many fallen to the end they fought against.
When will the cycle be allowed to end,
And my fragile character given room to mend.
A character thats one desire
Is to be cast into something of worth.
Announce to all the determination to stay true..
To not fall into the classical cycles,
And finally learn to cry, and to protect, comfort and love
Those whose presence makes life worthwhile.
And those yet to grace.
To never forget what it is I'm fighting against internally,
To see the follies of the past generations,
And not be ruled, despite the odds
By vices which deem to tear us apart.
.....................................
