Beginnng To The End

BEGINNING TO THE END

The religious irony of what goes up must come down

two brothers two sides of the same coin

two destinies two roads travelled on

Two ways, the way of life or death, two choices

in one man, that is me and thee, the controversy began.

Up in the skys where bliss made her home

and joy was crowned king and the peace was felt in kisses

I loved you and perfect too  like a young virgin,

The university of life and the degrees well issued

is for the brave and manly soul to tread

A university president is king of all and founded his mark

and set his standard and preachered his policies

all university students shall follow policy makers or be absent

thy tuition shall be paid in full or suffer thy learning

Love thy university with all thine heart;

And love thy fellow workers as thyself was the rule set.

 But look two artist live in kingly domains

two directors cannot rule the same house

but travel one road and one destiny for all men

chose ye the road less travelled by or sigh all the hours of life.

The teacher teaches music and the poet is the artist

understand the riddle,open thy expressions to lifes story

see both left the dwellin and wandered from the gates

father give me thy money I shall no longer tarry with thee

Elder look at thy son and his pondering  plea,

curse his hartloting ways with his money unmade

yet you cook him the calf and let him remain?

It is me that I blame and why I remain, for

though I be tame, I furry thy name

Im righteous in vain, I am not to blame

For the boys became men and each walked his way

and the war broke the universe, they fell down to play

and they do want they want cuz the heart is their game

and the president is but one and he is the head

and the challenge came fierce like a roar in the throne.

His administrative post--a son of songs, a genius this child

Songs of solomon a wise and beautiful creature formed

fell to the earth what goes up must come down

Since, the war was waged and the president attacked

and the parties formed and the leaders rally

Come down from power says the director of songs

let down your ways and free up the order,

This president shall not step down, God wont bow to God

Leader to leader or follower to follower, pick a side

sheep's or goats whats thy delight, o the mystery is deep

For he says,"I shall start my business and shall not be used

and follow my dreams and pilot my destiny

and make my profit bigger than the president, so

forget this university, though I be fired my high post

I shall build my university bigger than the one I left"

And what do the fans say, the president is not fair

and dishonest in his dealings and selfish with tyranny

and the policies are fowl and odorish like carcasses

the irony, enemy is friend and friend is enemy

So it was in the begining, in the end so shall it be

Mythical_Poet- draft 1

2012 is a special year. Its the year of my Poetic inspiration.
This year Ive written 300 poems. I dont know why. In college
I never exhibited this type of creative consistency.
 Im writing at a pace of perhaps
two poems per day, everyday. Its crazy and I fear for my health.
for I nearly ran myself in a mad house.
I cant stop the flow but I know the outcome.
Cause right after this I might  crash and go into
a terrible depression that may last for months, who knows.

When that happens I dont cut my beards. I dont groom myself.
Im extrememly moody, extremely lazy, tend to put weight
I have no enery for anything. I just eat down the place.
sleep all day. I feel like a junkie.
When this happens im helpless like a baby.
When I eventually get out of it
it goes away for a few years. Its like a rebirth
Im going through changes. I have to watch myself
otherwise I can self destruct

Mythical_Poet