I’ve got George Powers
He’s bad.
So I keep him in the back.
In the dark passages of my brain.
He’s bad.
So it’s black where he lives.
Black and dirty and I don’t like it there.
So I don’t go there.
*
Sometimes George comes out.
To visit.
He’s bad so he doesn’t like the light.
So he doesn’t stay long.
He fantasizes about the dark
out here.
He likes to cut people.
It doesn’t matter how.
He likes to hurt people.
I am the warrior
sure and true.
I feel the hate
thick blood in my brain.
My love is like my hate
Thick
powerful and sweet.
I love to hurt.
I hate to love.
I was the child.
I am your fear.
My eyes burn.
So far so near.
*
When I was born
the universe screamed.
People cried.
I hurt.
I was.
I hurt
therefore I am
therefore I die.
*
And all the voices all around me
were the voices in my mind.
And all the voices in my mind
rose like smoke from the ground.
Made me weep
turned me blind.
*
And in the stillness of my coma
was the wreck of a broken heart
And in the silence of my eyes
was a sole torn appart
I see love…it swiftly dies.
*
Perhaps I’m too naive
I was always innocent.
Love was always loved.
Hate was just resentment.
Perhaps I’m too naive
I was always innocent.
I learned to hate
through other’s contempt.
I lost my innocence
when I learnt what it meant.
*
I hurt
therefore I am
therefore I die.
*
I always believed that if I loved someone, I’d be able to freely express my feelings.
People hate and fear what they cannot understand, cannot comprehend.
They call it a monster.
I am a monster but take comfort…I’m still loved.