Bipolar

                           

  

                               

                                        I

A dogma in time, the will of a man. 

As I rode through the wind, my hair waved in the 

ephemeral beauty of the moment. 

On a drizzly moonlit mid-night, I was alone with myself, tyres screamed with disgust. 

I rode that bike for miles and miles.

Inside the palace of my mind, a bout is about to begin.

 

Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!

I welcome you all to the main event. 

Ah, shit, the hell is about to get loose. 

Ladies and gentlemen, Give it up for Obscure.

"I am the Prophet of Obscurity. 

I am the will of the supressed. 

I am the Mountain without an eye. 

I am the poet without a rhyme.

I am the god that wore mortal skin. 

I want it all, not just the beauty, but the power. 

My story? Can a mortal even fathom the air 

a god stands in? Let alone comprehend it!

A machine that bleeds pleasure!

And when I look at you, my blood boils.

You are the worst kind. The opposite of me 

You fabricate, they say. You are an illusion, I say. 

I am the greastest. You are nothing but a 

washed up fuckup!

Fuck the system. I bend law!

Yo' gotta a dwag? Daddy issues and a latchkey kid?

Fuck the difference. My stomach should be full!

What happened to your balls? You disgust me!

Madness! Insanity! Hatred!

Nerves are burning with amphetamine.

Are you fucking ready? For the fight of your life? 

This is it. The farcry you hoped for. "

                                         II

Now introducing the opponet, 

He who carries the weight of the world on his shoulder, defending his title.

Ladies and gentlemen, 

Put your hands together for MJ!

"I am a man born of the goddess. 

I am a man with fragile bones and thick skin.

I am the peace that left love. 

I am the respect that left the peace.

I am the man who wore the cloak of a god.

I want nothing but to give. 

Art is part of my story. A world of chaos on my canvas.

 Dwelling in the uncertainty, I am certain. 

A man with grace is the way of life.

 

Why this much hatred? Why this much despair?

I weep for you, brother. You are in pain!

If a man cannot understand his own god,

 then what is the need for a god?

Love is the potion. The potion for immortality 

I will heal you, brother, from yourself. 

An angel is at my doorstep, wishing me the best. 

Let me cleanse your demons. 

 Love! Sanity! Respect!

I am on a natural high.

I am you and you are me. 

From the day I was born onwards. I am ready. 

I am ready to take you on, brother. Come at me now."

 

                                      III

Oh the horror! Oh the terror!

The clash between the angel and the devil 

It shook me to the very core of my existence.

The horror chilled my bones with terror.

The personae held each other in their throats. 

Sucker punching each other. Ah, the blood! 

The sound of MJ's crying still reverberates in my ears.

Horrid visions of Obscure's torn torso still linger 

in my memory.

'The Existential crisis!

The emotional outbreak!

It was Bipolar!'

I was driving my bike at that late hour. With wind in 

my hair and drizzle on my cheeks, 

I drove miles and miles before I came across 

a bridge. 

I came to a halt, a tear in one eye, and smiled.

The showdown inside the palace of my mind,

 chaos and uncertainty held my will in question.

'Madness! Madness! Madness!

Love! Hate! Respect!

Rage! Rage! Rage! Fear!

Love! Peace! Acceptance!

Respect! Respect! Respect!'

There in the middle of nowhere, 

I witnessed something miraculous.

An event of a lifetime 

The holy union of a man and a god.

There, the devil and the angel became one. 

The singularity of consciousness.

Was it madness?

Or is it enlightenment?

I accepted it. I accepted myself. 

The yin and yang fused together to form the holy 

grail. 

I accepted the true form of a man born to be a god. 

I accepted the grace of a god who became a man!

MJ and Obscure sledged each other to birth a seed.

A seed of eternal passion.

Half-human, half-God

On an eternal quest to drown himself in 

the endless abyss of creation.

Self respect! Acceptance! 

 I drove miles and miles more.

With a happy grin on my face.

'I am alive. '

Fin.