Abnormality in the nick of time

Thinking back on him
Some of his traits
Frightened me
He didn’t conform
His abnormality
A nomad of sorts
A mutant as well
Defiant and solitary
In his own hell

I never felt comfortable
With him around
He was prone to aggression
Yes pound for pound
Freakish and aberrant
And what I knew
He had this weird energy
That just ran through

At night in the cottage
The lights sizzled they
His negativity
Blew them Away
His resident evil
His lying refrain
Be had this peculiar
Frightening vein

He imagined that he had
A body of gold
Of wonderful musculature
And that women were sold
On what he imagined
Astonished them all
But he was offensive
A Truly oddball

After 10.30 his energy
Dipped
Into a perilous manner
He slipped
Unsteady and changeable
His oscillation
A flickering source
Of erratic migration

He was a wrecker a vandal
A bane
His uselessness surfaced
His Latent refrain
A mugger a hooligan
A hot blooded fool,
A beater of goddesses
Rowdy and cruel

A diminutive clown
His mask was for all
He pretended to be
someone you could call
He was the master the guru
And he
Could heal and reveal
With his intensity

His lack of definition
His unpolished soul
His evil intent
And his want to control
His absence of intellect
Mindless to most
Left him high and dry
Like a slice of stale toast

His disappearance
His willingness to go
His Total thoughtlessness
He let them know
That he had intended
To procrastinate
To cause the dilemma
And cause them to state

The bloody obvious
He was the one
Full of false reasoning
Under the sun
Loose thinking and sloppy
Irrational too
Lacking all vision
On what he should do

Hesitate well
For he now will know
That the women he left
Had a permanent glow
She was a true goddess
Beyond his minds eye
And she took on his debts
And with them she did fly

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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