Star which has fallen but did not know how to relaunch
Thought that by giving love to others would spark the
flame to launch back into the sky
Twisted humanity, too many detours
Detours produce the beauty, the memories, the
experience to learn and live “full”
As I wield my scythe
A jester in itself
I retain my true power
ADHD - a disorder
The full range of thoughts and feelings 360 degree
view without limitation
ADHD - a disorder
There’s something wrong with you, society says
I believed them for a time, which I needed to
do
I played by their rules
I threw the shroud of suppression over my soul as
I marched along the barren shores lined with
unlimited detours
I let the wind be tamed
Lightning struck
The wind’s whispers turned to screams
I looked at all of which I had created, one way or
another
When darkness consumed
All I had thought I needed
All I had let myself believe
My attachments
My expectations of egotistical returns
My ego fueled immature thoughts that others could
be as selfless
Within darkness
Outside of darkness
All are a part of me
All which guide
The guides
And then me
The jester
With his scythe
The scythe which seeps life and oozes creation
from the cracks in the hilt
The blade sharpened only by carving through
impossible odds
The crucible has been walked through
The lessons have been recognized, and are
continually being absorbed and implemented
All those detours
All those bodies that litter the shores
Bodies of those who ran from their own selves
What a shame
Truly
If only they knew how to find the light
Finding the light is scary and filled with doubts
and uncertainty
and insults and people saying your horrible crazy
evdkicndue
________________
WORDS
DRIVEN FROM FEAR
FORMED BY BELIEF
ACCEPTED AS TRUTH
NEVER QUESTIONED
LEFT TO DIE
SERVES A LESSON
All of this comes back to one question
What fucking pussy initially tried saying “ADHD”
was a disorder and hooked their own pathetic bags
of shame onto the back of that bullshit because as
I walk these fucking shores and more bodies keep
washing up, those who had light brought straight
to them thinking that this gale force wind comes
often or even ever again
________________
Philosophers tend to wind up dead
As your constructs crumble and you watch your
power slip from your putrid hands
The mounted artillery at which you shot down on
those who contested you
Who challenged you
In the end who won vs you,
Filthy fucking coward
Your own ego beat you
You lost your grip on reality
You killed yourself, and you deserve it
The jester removes the shroud of suppression
Looks with clarity at those washed up on shore,
riddled with choices that brought them there
Looks towards the sky
The burning skies give a devilish smile
He sees the self oriented lifeless souls guided by
temporary fixes to sustain their cavernous voids
on their knees begging to survive
He looks in his hands
He has accepted
He smiles and swings his scythe
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