Bipolar

From sorrow and sadness
I move into gladness
Then right onto madness I ride
I am a plain disaster
I am my own master
Anyone  would think I have  pride
I love it  in  traces
I wear many faces
the quintessential runaway bride
I have been places
Sunk in  bad messes
Spat sin with grace on the side
I have lost faces
Merged lonelinesses
And taken it all in my stride
I have feasted on dark days
Fasted on birthdays
I only seek that which you hide
I am satiated
I am titillated
One life time as an aside
From pole to pole
Bipolar
From sour saint to sweet sinner
From soul to soul splinter
From clay pot to  spinner
From suicide to dreamer
From  lover to liar
I am the  coveted craven lobster
Broiling alive
I am the  monster, the witch you want crucified
I am monk and merchant
I am the insurgent
I am the license you want denied.

I am the hard unforgiving crucifix, built for a Relix
As lusting for torture  he cried
I am the holy harp played
By soft seraphim
I am the prayer of  the
Cherubim
But heaven heavy in sleep forgets to guide.
I am still retching
I could be fetching
If I could just ride at my speed
But I seat the white mare
saddled  nightmare
And a blinkered lord disdains to heed.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014