Mr. Dichotomy

He falls in love, hate, then back in love.

Aaron Eckhart as Two-Face in The Dark Knight

Torturous cycle, malevolent gods.

Let him decide upon only one path.

Stop ripping his heart, and mending again.

Let something consume him, define his life.

No more confusion, not knowing what’s right.

He weakens each time. He won’t become strong.

Tired little games, no longer the pawn.

He fights and he flees, never getting rest.

The shackles and chains of decided lives.

Embraces the rage, regrets when he loves.

He could bring harm to them all, punish them.

Before he’s overcome with guilt and grief.

Mischief lies somewhere between the two.

One with intent, and the other in tow.

The lover seduced, the fighter prepared.

Both hold the power, but only one key.

Self-governed emotions. Autonomous.

None can touch him, for fear of reprisal.

The celebration of a life fulfilled.

His feelings lie just beneath the surface.

A paper-thin skin would betray the man.

Intense fireball, seeking the heavens.

Change one way, but he hasn’t decided.

Often split in half, he might yet break.



The vision is all I have ever known.

New Harmony, a utopian attempt; depicted as pr...

A murky destiny pivots with change.

Pray that the clouds don’t roil and cover.

Our future, once promised, so far denied.

“It can’t happen, you’re too optimistic.”

Naysayers who don’t suffer at their hands.

The slave owners who would justify it.

Narcissistic faggots who fuck and breed.

Yourselves so pretty, dirtying others.

There’s no shame, only blame, disconnected.

Vile shifts of responsibility.

You’ve done enough. Time for the hose to spray.

Lay you down, the pressure becomes too much.

You respond to reason and honesty.

The way forward is revealed and clearer.

Nothing becomes of the past that could be.

Because we’ve changed history with action.

Do you now see the potential for change?

Your ominous sights proposed to preserve.

Indignant men who understand nothing.

Locked out of the gene pool, no more swimming.

The molds and shapes of man must be kept clean.

Confident because we feel empathy.

Tired of brothers being pushed around.

I will crush your place with my crystal balls.


My hometown was not a place for changes

Nor does it have museums in my name

I couldn’t go to the academy

A quarter of my life that I wasted

I saw no puppets replaced in my time

Though I thought I witnessed the real world war

But the revolution would not come here

And the nation stays as it was founded

Though other aggressions made it despised

There were no movements and the wars were theirs

As I grew smarter, the traitor grew mad

I reached the pinnacle of the moment

Though the powers so despised still remained

Time to study and be a better man

But the others had already been there

They were angrier and making changes

They had peer support, were not ostracized

Now the future comes, and what does it hold?

Will I be gone and on a happy path?

A bandit on the run with no fear left

Or will I awaken and become new?

New happenchance would see me at the helm

I guess there’s time to simmer and be wise

Would the path be chosen by a bridge burned

Pain and glory as one when all is done

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