SLAM!
How to be brave enough
To dig my nails into my chest
Peeling the page of my flesh
Break my rib cage into pieces
RIP open my chest
Just to show you my heart
I once wondered what it would take
To strap a collar around my neck, I dare not lie
make eye contact as I stutter my speech
please I h-hope I don't stutter my speech
I would rather have you shoot me
Or I rather shoot myself
I wonder what it takes to be a poet.
to articulate feeling and expression
Craving to be heard and acknowledged to develop
A multi-layer of metaphors and similes
A-B-A-B... The scheme was to give it letters and numbers
Birthing a new way to reach the hearts hue-man
and then humans said I know
let's time it! and give it a number.
ironically I'm waiting inline
for an audience
Begging for your Judgement on how I feel,
Should I practice more theater?
Forked tongue betwixt thine cheek
Waiting for the heavens to move hearts
Betrayed by my own peers
Cheers and jeers, they pass the poison
I sip slowly to be further anointed.
As the lamb and Shepard
To be sacrificed with
deliverance of thy word
To further push the envelope across boundaries
Light, sound, state, continent, consciousness
Deep layers of the psyche...
Well, that's if you like me.
When did this become a numbers game for me??
To Facebook every feature,
To seek applause through a digital mirage
to jump into a crowd of thumbs
Just to stab me in the back
I wonder what it takes to be promoted!
I think I still remember what it's like to be a poet
Nowadays... You would hardly ever know it.
Is it really a poem or a journal entry
It's hardly ever rhyming... Maybe that's because
This isn't a poem. It's an artful cry
A wail of emotion bellowing from the umbilical cord
Wishing, the change that I flipped
Would bring a blessing
Or
Mirage?
That's why I
write proverbs on my palms
Whisper through them for psalms
Even through chaos, my eye is calm
Calm like an ocean wave
Swift like a casters hand
Steady like a boat at sea
Forceful when the sea shakes
Still weak taking knees when the earthquakes
So even tho my head is down
I'm thinking of looking up
on my fists
With these hands
With this body
Of mine
With mind and soul
Till the soul
Becomes nothing more than
A Gasp of carbon
My spirit whether vengeful or at peace
I will still be strong
For my enemies will one day be my friends
Who've unveiled the best lessons
Gave me real-world obstacles
But my journey is not done
Even in spaces where my life
Had no value
Where Possums were given stepping stones
Stools for their steaks
Napkins tucked around the neck
Silk at its feet
I've been in spaces where my life has value
Given stepping stones to reach
Acquired Seats for my plate
Napkins tucked neatly around my neck
Epsom salt at my feet
These journeys
Made with the very effort of my being
The first step to a thousand light-years
The very rise of Sun Tsu
The art of settling wars with peace
Even tho hearts will be pierced
And their pieces will be buried
This journey will be different
For every child born from
The tears of regret 
To the astronauts planning on 100%
To the imperfections of the universe
Meteors missing their pocket
Like billiards colliding with the solid blue number 3
This journey
Is it for not?
if I never went will I still acquire understanding elsewhere?
What else is there if our potential isn't limited?
And our imagination is omniscient
Gods through imagination
Stroking our own egos.
Ergo, created in our image!
I once wondered what it would take to be a poet.
How to be brave enough
To dig my nails into my chest
Peeling the page of my flesh
Break my rib cage into pieces
RIP open my chest
Just to show you my heart
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