Note from the poet:(In order to fully understand this poem or to get the proper effect, you must understand that it was written from the perspective of the beat mimicking my erratic heart beat, which was skipping when i wrote this... skipping from anxiety, stress, a great sense of loss and a bit of anger. It is supposed to be off time and yet somehow still accomplish exactly it's purpose... broken yet beautiful.)
Lightning flashes, thunder peals, the clouds strobe bounce and it all mimics how my heart feels... swells of rain fluctuate in perfect time with swells of pain, my heart is a target and the bulls-eye is BIG. unlike my perception of this situation, my aggravation deepens, my heart's armor weakens. I've become subject to twisted arrows proclaiming love. I'm not above the battle... I sit in it, I bleed in this pit... i breed what doesn't fit in my life's first aid kit... hatred and un-forgiveness like cancer grow, they don't show until what you didn't know has all but killed you. Let go of this brokenness, let it run til it dies of thirst and put the other first... she needs to know you care, that when she breaks the silence, you already stand there... on shores with arms full of bouquets of life... of power... of willingness to sacrifice... self, put YOU on the shelf and let the dust of love gather, or rather... actually simply learn to Love Another.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
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