I am my own frustrations
For there is no seperate
What I see
I believe
And become
So lookout.
I ride the borealis
With wild eyes and spitfire
A demon
In my heart
Runs wild
Late at night.
Now vegabonds
Now miscreants
Now misdeeds
And devilry
Now laughter
Now chaos
And discover
Who we are.
My beacon holds the glow
That once stood atop the mount,
A formal cry of devilry
No subject left unexplored.
Thunderous and magnified
By the distant mounts so tall,
Open and expansive
I felt forever I could soar.
Now, suffice to say
I have left the peaks so high
To stumble as I make my ground
‘Midst roots and usnea.
Though I keep my eye so high
I watch Eagle soar,
Each and every morning I bid
Mount so high good morn.
A seed holds the makeup
That many have tried to be
No matter what each’s need
Fallacy, differences of a breakup
That holds within: a shakeup
A life well lived can see
Is it not in each’s creed?
Oh Devil! Dare not to stand up!
For it shall be the path
Not thy evil trickery
That takes account, that can last
For in mimicry
No sustenance life hath
Only a land of devilry
Thus a man shall walk past
What calls out in infamy