Here Am I

A Poem by Apollos

Marvin here, reporting live.

Mike check.
Time for you to pep up as you step up.
Windex to your index.
Reject to prefect. Seek that.
Need that. Be that.

I'm that Prodigy.
Probably an Anomaly.
Every thought you see.
Was already conceived by me.

Atrocities unlock awkward needs.
Hearts filled with fiery darts.
Spark to the Equinox.
2 Become 1, shocking Lot.

Fox to hound ratio.
Tornado to my servant label.
Halo while I embark on my fable.
Chained an angel then broke up Ross & Rachel.

Yet Here Am I as this guy who went after this girl who wasn’t even Bi.
She never gave me a piece of her mind and made me feel I was a waste of her time.
I could no longer afford her viewing our friendship as just a chore.
She made me feel like a bore.

I would never call her a w***e cause that would involve her not acting like she works for the morgue.
She asked for advice if she had mislead but that’s the last thing I would have said as she never expressed at all where her head is.

Rather remain unwedded.
Would have caught it if she said it.
Deafening silence. Emotional mileage over fights we will never get to have cause she just sees me as a drag.

Talking to you was like pulling teeth.
Had a dentist who botched my wisdom teeth and turns out he wasn’t even squeaky clean.
Hopefully I haven’t been too mean but everything you said to me came off as demeaning.

Nose to the dirt.
I have yet to unearth.
Laboring as I birth.
Grieving for this Son to be.

Might as well be me.
I have yet to place myself in Thee.
Not where I started.
I'm just glad I departed.

You have yet to unlock it.
The Gatekeepers no longer have the keys in their pockets.
Us peasants are now allowed to speak freely.
Gleeful expression of minds overcoming depression due to the expedience of regression.

You overcomplicate things by 7 degrees.
You teach we need 7 degrees to participate in society.
Wasn't that told to you by the people who could not be so they had to teach?

How does it feel to hear a guy who preaches and is never someone you ever get to see in his weakness?
Achieving divorced from completion is his identity.

He's just like you & me without the fees.
Guilted you into thinking you need sympathy.
Asking pretty please with a new Rolex he just bought cause he just found a new way to trap you in your thoughts.

Having you count the cost.
Have you believing you have not been bought so that then you could be a boss.
A top all the monsters.
Boogeyman under your bed cause he sleeps under where you place your head to embody the things that you dread.
A conception of your dirty reflection.

Oh yeah babe lets Netflix & Chill.
So I can turn you into a pill for my self-absorbed consumption.
Then I'll put you on the pill cause I rather not have to deal with a Tommy Dill or whatever that Rugrat's last name was.

I refuse to have you sacrifice your name.
Cause I'm having an identity crisis and I rather have you not share in my blame.
I'm creating generational curses over these verses so I rather Plan to B a castrophy then bring another life into this city and have him be plagued with atrophy.

Matter of factly I know exactly who I'm trying to be.
I want to be a sight to see.
Derive your might from me.
Give up your life for me.

I'm a Lantern in a Darkness Falls house.
You catch a shadow and I'll call you out quiet as a mouse.
Tom to this Jerry.
Except this about to get ever so scary.

Pair me with Larry.
You about to see this face on Cable.
Unable to get past this table set before my enemies.
I have a Father who is quite fond of me.

He split the sea.
He allowed them to spit me on me.
Yet demons still on their knees pleading.
Looking for that moment to catch me sneezing.

Drove a wedge to my pledge to perfection based on looking at myself in my own rejection.
I have a glaring complection.

I choose to look above deception.
Charm the alarmed.
Disarm those drawn to setting off charged misconceptions of their own preconceived imperfections.

They are a soul fading off into dereliction.
Being controlled by those who will unfold a story of which has not yet been told.
They walk by the soles of their feet.
Cant understand their soul’s defeat and how He uses it to meet our needs.

I'm the Burning Bush.
Don't you see?
This flesh is burning yet doesn’t consume the Real Me.
If this too much then continue to smoke that Knowledge Tree and then maybe next year you'll actually believe me.