Blessed and Cursed

Like two sides of the same coin,
my life spins head and tail
But can’t escape from this prison
like bail.

Blessed and cursed
What can I do about it?
My life is Clark Kent
Must hide,
Lex Luther is my other side

My life is
ticking im the clock on the
wall, sec after sec heading for a fall.


I’m the Bobo Man in the hills
crying for society’s ills,
for memories haunt and taunt
remembering what they want.


My life is that diamond in the sand
I hold inside my hand and hide
between my toes so nobody will know. Blessings
and cursing come and go like seasons,
 My life I believe in


Its like watching a flick
knowing the ending
A seat-belt ticket today
when you wore it yesterday


My life is Mutabaruka and his
Rasta Ways, on Ian Boyne and the religious
game he plays. My life is a mystery
if you ask me


Mythical_Poet
Copyright
(Long Time Coming -2011)