To Love One's Self

November 18, 2008
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To Love One’s Self

In my struggle with myself,
There is no poetry
In my quest to understand,
There is vanity
In my ordeal of decadence,
There is no beauty
In my search for transcendence,
There is mockery

This countenance I bear,
This visage that I wear,
Hides helplessness beyond repair
A parody of man,
Claiming greater pain
Where I grant the world my love,
I give myself disdain

Why, then, do I seek glory,
If man would soon forget?
For what cause am I exalted,
If they never comprehend?
Can wings grant me ascension
If their plumes will burn to ash?
Where revelation beckons me
Will I have the power to oblige?

This countenance I bear,
This visage that I wear,
Is but a mask that cloaks despair
A parody of man,
Claiming greater pain
Where I grant the world my love,
I give myself disdain

I will never be a sainted hero,
For a darkness fills my veins:
The perversion of my vanity,
The filth of its refrain





The causes of my servitude
Are traced to my ineptitude
Leaving me ashamed
Ambition deep inside of me
Will yield inside to vanity
Leaves myself to blame…

This world demands a hero,
To cast away its chains
A champion of rectitude
Who cannot be restrained

This countenance I bear,
This visage that I wear
A pale façade beyond compare
A parody of man
Claiming greater pain
Where I grant the world my love,
I give myself disdain

This world, it lacks a hero
While cities writhe in flames
Somehow, I hear it calling,
The message it contains:

“You can’t afford your servitude
No room left for ineptitude
You have no other choice
Cast away insanity
Be freed from what was vanity
In redemption, now, rejoice!”

This doubtfulness impaired,
My fortitude repaired,
Released from dark in which I was ensnared
Where hate will pressure onwards,
I will make its efforts vain
I have learnt to love myself
And rise above my pain

I know I am the hero,
Who shall cast away the chains
The one to ride on wings of dreams
And free humanity of pain

I’ll exalt those left to servitude,
And shatter all ineptitude
I will cry my heart’s refrain:
This love that burns inside of me
Stretches on for all eternity
I am bereft of my disdain





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