By Paul Andrew Bourne, December 26, 2006
I stood perched on the mountain
like a thief, like a thief
like a thief I stood in a surveillance mode
searching for the cracks,
the weaknesses
and
the opportunities
but what I saw
was the vengeance that I had to express –
I felt the pain
darting at by being with a marksman precision
I was a genie
constructing bridges, barricades, and closets
without that exist
I wanted it, so earnestly –
I wanted to eat it
yes eat the next like a viper
I wanted to consume it
without a trace for burial
I was no sane child
I was no soldier at war
I was no preacher on the pulpit
I was no mother giving birth
I was no camel in the desert
I was a genie
constructing bridges, barricades, and closets
without that exist
I was fighting, fighting
that man, tolerance
I was that man, that man
in the wilderness of despair
that pauper without a state of serenity
I was that politician that lost the next - to come election
I was that regal being without my scepter
I was …
I was a genie
constructing bridges, barricades, and closets
without that exist
I lost all sense of morality
I lost all purpose of humanity
I lost all symbol of openness
I was locked in that closet
with my demon as a replica
I was embodied in a self I knew not
I knew me not
I knew me rarely
I knew me, or did I
I was the lesson, I dreaded the most
I was that python, with the venom inside
I was that beauty with the bitterness inside
I was, I was just angry inside
I was that explosive that was entrapped inside
I was destroying the next, I was destroying self
without that understanding inside
I was a genie
constructing bridges, barricades, and closets
without that exist
I knew, I knew I had to let go
but I love it so
I was
I was a genie
constructing bridges, barricades, and closets
without that exist
I had it planned
I was going to eradicate the next
or, was I the next
I saw the foe outside
but was I a fool
I wanted to mimic
the punishment seventy times seven
I wanted to use that weapon
I wanted to use that venom
I wanted to eliminate that felon
I was Malthusian
I wanted destruction – in the kindest of ways
I had the mandate,
I wanted that felon, I was in a mania
I wanted that f-e-l-o-n
I was a genie
constructing bridges, barricades, and closets
without that exist –
but little did I know
I was destroying my self
I had created me, a weapon
I was that weapon, anger