Mister Belligerent

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Mister Belligerent​

A small, time nothingness.
The babe that could not learn.
Even in the due time growth.
Leaving all hell in his wake.
Leaving the putrid dreams.
Only escape brought sense.
A sense of gravity.
Where the idyllic self met the earthly plane.
Mister Belligerent.


Despite beatings, torture.
The peers never relented.
Defiance. Alien nation.
The inertia because of an addiction to challenge.
Where what stood in the way, was rolled over by self-motion.
And.
As he grew older.
The anger, the inadequacy of the self became assimilation.


Always dreaming in the past tense.
Leading the life of fantasy and illusions of lost goals.
Derision of one's peers.
Blocked opportunities and substituted for the U-bend cycle of self-development.
Mister Belligerent.


But.
There's always a cut-off point.
To point the point.
Where boxing gloves encasing the heavy hand of life.
Repetitively pounding your head.
Regardless of the punishment.
There is the insistence to pursue it.
Until the message hits home.
Mister Belligerent.


Left with a wide gaping hole in his head.
Dreams become more...real.
But.
In a different manner.
Reassembling what should be.
Where critical mass re-evaluates.
The Decartes factor comes to prominence.
A life becomes for a few moments - whole.
The King undone.
The lost King yet still to become.
Resistant screams of 'let me be' fade into the hollow air.
Perhaps, perhaps it's not too late.
Mister Belligerent.