Whatever

Intro
These demons are not our own
They torture us together
Fed by our fears and anger

Too long these we have been haunted
I seek to rest these wicked things between us
That we both might rest

I pass this line from you to me
That the distance between us
Is merely the passage of time and better intentions

With however you chose to meet me
I greet you openly
And wish you well

Forward

How far do you see and what have you done
That you would be so distant from me
Or any place that I call home

The years have shown old things anew
And as the time passes
The pace of my heart yearns for those things

The places from when I was younger
The people that played there
And the memories we made

Like a picture frozen in time
Those memories only give me happiness
In the way that old things do

Part 1

Is the present my enemy
Has he sat in the mirror this whole time
Or is this dread I feel
The realization that what I see
Is the image that is portrayed
To all who see me

Part 2

There are those things I will not be
That person I will deny myself
That in a better light
Reflect my true intentions

My Funny Friend

My funny friend
He tells me those things to do
That I might do the things I ought to

My funny friend
He takes care of me
That I might be safe 

My funny friend
He smites my enemies
That evil will not befall me

My funny friend
I've never met
Yet without him, what would I do

Always there even when he is not
Doing those things he does
Without asking for anything except everything

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Helen

Helen

Stop, I the actor before you, am not the object of your desire
For this melancholy diatribe, we need a new visage
Picture Helen of Troy speaking before you

It is her beauty we seek 

That launched 1000 greek ships
Might thus turn a few furrowed brows
Into erect and intent listeners

Now to the subject, your desire

I attain, but dare not challenge your avarice

Each of you a Paris with your own Helen

I am merely a Helen, not yours

The purpose of this part, not to drive each other mad

We turn a million ships back to port

Helen the subject of Paris’ desire and Menalaus’ ire

Those 1000 ships should turn again

The god’s pick sides and Troy sacked
For it is Helen’s beauty that turns fate
And destroys the hearts and homes of men

Many petty Menelaus turned Paris in the eyes of another

What is to become of their Helen’s
The object to be acted upon and sought
The suitor the subject and suitee the object

The journey turned earth, gods and heaven against itself

For each, an odyssey happening in tandem
Where one is the object and the subject
A mini world war turned million of ships
Merely tamed by the fact

That for each Menalaus and Paris
There should be one Helen

 

John Doe · Helen

New Reflections

 

Lost in translation

Like a painting, it stands to be observed
Interpreted and inspire
Like a play, well rehearsed

Performed and perfected
Yet that beauty unbeholden to the eye
Should wither, perish and die
For the unused potential it wastes
Is merely the position and pace
Of gyrations and vulgarity
Its ugly visage and stench refuted

Old Fiends
These things that I’ve done
They haunt me
Vile, wretched things
Taunt me 

That their filth should return again

And I should face darker friends
With greater enthusiasm 

I am the lighthouse

I am the lighthouse
I cast my rays upon the open sea
That those who should see the light
Will know that I harbor danger
For it is the safety of the shore
That alludes my jagged edges

Alone with you

We practice in dark things
I dabble in despair and you cruelty 

It is mediocrity that keeps us
The subject of your disdain
And my eventual exit
We trade solace in the parting gift
That neither of us shall return

John Doe · New reflections