Who are we, I,
am, they?
to judge others, when those close,
point a finger at you also to be persecuted and ignored is enlightening yet spiteful still I\'m a man.
I will rise, been beat down before
I\'m stronger than even I think,
you can hate me,
whisper about me, smile at me,
with translucent teeth seeing
right into your onyx void
I see the jealousy
I feel your animosity
I understand your fear,
yet I still love you
I have a deep appreciation
for all of you for you
in your sickness,
do not understand
what you do.
To be besmirched and
ridiculed for what you show,
what you wish others to see is
rewarding, I always try,
now I must really
release the true mysticism
the true compassion
the true panache
of myself to heal I,
and shelter and
absorb others.
You look through me,
beyond my umbra,
at the remnants lingering
from broken yesterday\'s,
dead tomorrows blooming,
still in this moment
I own you I capture
your accord,
you can\'t turn
all three eyes away,
from the quiet
slumber awakening
that filters through
your essence,
replenished happenstance.
For I am cosmic
I am a flickering
ember in the
wave of infinity
my conscious is
amaranthine
I will pontificate
beauty,
I will embrace
your darkness
so you may
never taste or
waltz with evil fate
my gift to the masses
my chalice of fortitude,
my capsule of mercy,
complexity is
where I feast
my universe
of clemency,
all for you to pulse
as singularities of hope
that you are ordained to be.