by Elizabeth M Young

Created on: August 02, 2009   Last Updated: January 24, 2011

I AM MADE ARROGANT, WITHOUT REMORSE OR PITY


I rock my head back
And wag it Side to side
Last time I grinned
Until I died

I peer like a hawk
Straight and froward
I don't have any fear
I don't need to lie

I stomp along the air
I breathe along the soil
I trudge through every substance

I toil in the ether
I march through water
I swimstroke through the hills
I beast through the cloud castles

And I undo great works of man
And do them into soil

I feel about you
Not one way
I feel about you
Not another
I only take the side
Of them who make me whole

If I run away
I turn and wreak my havoc
Right upon the intenders,
On them who made me whole
And I do them just the same as I'd do you

I have form and substance
And I have no mind
I have no style but exquisite execution
And I am showy
And I am brief to see
And if you see me too closely
Then you are done along with me

My time here might be long
My time at work is short
To take your beauty
And to make it done
In new and better form
That is beauty to some
That is horror to any of you
Who have what you call a soul,
And a soul, that undefinitive thing
Is of no concern to me

My single truth is turned to many
My many truths apply to all
And all who make themselves
Believe what truth they want
Do so with waste of time and
Regardless of my lack of care

I count my time in decades
And in the smallest chips of time
My talents approach a Divinity of Evil.
"Satan" you sometimes call me
But I am just his resource
Good for some who struggle to
Construct their truth from kits,
I am the denial of good for many
Who try to bargain with me
Regardless of my lack of care

I can be plasma
Taking all you made
To the stuff of origin
To magma so sublime
And of no care of mine

I do concussion, when I like that
I grab the very air and ball it up
Then toss it at you and all around
I don't even have to knock you down
I just grab the stuff inside you
Then push it all around.

I am destruction
Once you start me
I am the estoppal of destruction
Once we part our ways


I don't live for what you feel
I don't even have to know
What censored made up truths you know
I dont rely upon what you believe
I depend on nothing but my own process
What else, I do not know about
It does not matter

I rock my head back
And wave it Side to side
I grin until I die
You live the ending if you lose
You thrive the result when you prevail
And resolve the resolutions
In your own time
(If you have time)
While a new one of me
Is quietly rolled in my cart
Installed in my final cradle
In the heat of battle
In the dark and blue of night
Or the glinty glow of dawn

And I wait for blessed release
Or cursed release, if I'm headed your way
To do what it is that I do
While you resolve your resolutions
While you condone and censure

If you can or will prepare
If you won't or can't repair
The consequences of your actions
Or the future of your lives
It's never my problem or my affair

I rock my head back
And wave it Side To side
Last time I grinned
(I had a painting of a movie star
Clad scantily
In exquisite human form
Upon my side
Captioned with two things:
With a gloating curse
And a crowing insult)
I Grinned Until I died

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