This is a poem,
Truncated before its very first word
And looking for a reason, in a muddled world, to be:
This is a poem for the lost and losers
I have gnashed my teeth too at life
Lured, sought and raved for her grace
I have laid down too under the trampling of shame
Held my breath so long that I thought it would make life pause
Just briefly enough to reconsider my cries.
I know what the weight of an empty pocket is
And I have drank from that brew of scorn
Spurned, disdained…and I have forgotten how to read the map to
Find my way back home
But I still am,
Because not even Fate could wear out my soul!
This is a poem for broken bodies,
We started life on a deficit – we were too much special.
I sing this with our voice;
Our voice that has acquired an octave raise
Because of the silent pitch of our aggrieved cries –
Do you know pain?
I do too, we have had long conversations in hospital rooms.
Have you seen Death before?
I have too, seen the inviting vacancy of her eyes
And the hideousness of her clutch.
What do you know of battles?
Bring your hands and begin to trace the war zone
That every inch of my body is.
I am war; and I become victory!
This is a poem for the lovelorn.
I know you think that being wanted by someone
Is the constituting mass of your being
And I know that moving without the anchor of that want
Makes you feel weightless, as if nothing else matters
And that the drumbeats of loneliness now make up your required listening
But sit with me awhile,
Let me show you the multiplicity of beauty in your heart,
Let me show you that seed of affection in you, that if you water with a splash of self-love
Will grow and explode with all the force that began this universe itself…
‘Let there be light’…
This is a poem for the sisyphuses
We both know that if Las Vegas was a human being
Or Atlantic City could breathe, they’ll be you,
You have lost count of how many chips you have piled and lost
You have tried to remove the tell from your face,
But life has always called your bluff
The only sure thing in your world is misery.
I too have had more bears than bull in my ark
We have both lost on the short odds
But every morning, we will still stare at the sun
And bet on finding happiness someday,
Living is a wager on which we’ve gone all in for…
This is a poem for the persuaded
For whom every fact or belief has been replaced with a single commandment
‘Life is a bitch, death is a wish’
If for each time you have considered
Choking yourself murderously, from within
A new life was granted you, you would have lived
A billion lives -because every second of you is translatable to a death wish
And I may not have words with enough buoyancy
To keep you afloat on that sea of sadness drowning you
Or words that are salves for the deep slashes of disappointment across your heart.
But if you must jump off that height of discontent
Fall on my shoulders, let my arms be your safety net
Hang on the noose of love i’ll wrap around your battered spirit
And there is no speedier thing to step in front of
To get levelled by, than the rush of fellowship I offer
Feel no shame in raging or crying –
Wipe your tears on my sleeves,
It is where I wear my heart on
And it will soak up every drip of anguish that falls from your soul.
This is a poem for the seekers
The consecrated believers –
Say unto them, O human: There is God within us
Within you and every one that ever called this Earth home
And you should not try to destroy the God of others
You should not tinder an explosion that will not just destroy others
But immolate the God in you
For we are all connected pieces of the same network
(Made of one blood – in him we live, and move, and have our being;
Your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring.)
And we are all calling out to our base station in Paradise
Each voice has a signature that only heaven validates
Do not try to drown out other voices.
Prophecy, son of man – Is God not Love, not Life?
Live then, and let life
For there is no truth in this world
That was not first written in our souls.
Let each find their own truth
Let each be their own truth.