I am taking a chance here. i have never considered myself an artist or much less even a poet or any form or fashion. I remember writing a poem in High School about a Rabbit (never had one) and getting an “A” on it. How I got the “A”, I will never know. The poem sucked big time and rhymed at every turn. School Teachers are so kind when they want to be.
However in the course of my life, i have met many people and few have encouraged me to be expressive in writing as much as my friend William “Byrd” Wilkins. He wrote poetry and did performance pieces with such raw power and voracity that after any of his readings I would rush home and try my hand at writing but it always seemed infantile and dare i say…trite. He told me once to let the writing pour out. He said that the cliched words and phrases would pour out initially and then the real you would be displayed. It is mind-blowing to me how such an artistic force as “Byrd” is wasn’t more successful but then again, everyone has their season and his I am sure his is approaching soon.
So today, I throw caution to the wind and present a poem. It’s not anything great but I am proud of it because it took me a long while to get to the place where writing down my thoughts, emotions etc didn’t involve me feeling less powerful or in any measure of a vulnerable state. I think the poem sucks but then again i have written others that i can only use as toilet paper. This poem is not about anyone in particular, just an amalgamation of experiences. And anyone who thinks differently….hmmmm it’s not who you think it is….LOL Hopefully, you like it. So here I go….caution to the wind….sigh….self exposed…sigh….all at sea…
Intervention ————– This is my attempt at talking My biggest attempt at speech My bold attempt at expression All my barriers are in breach This is my attempt at control Warring factions are all I see This is my attempt at a love song Only because you confuse me This is my wish for sanity A wish on the scale of world peace This is a wish for intervention For medication that brings calm and release This is a wish for explanation Why do the voices not cease? This is my wish for a love song To calm this rambling beast. Someone please explain my paranoia Why can’t I seem to think straight? Hourly thoughts of you are the norm now Yet my existence to you is a point of debate My friends say I’m in love. How? An emotional state that is totally not deliberate So this is my attempt at a love song Please help this baffled one clear the slate. I’ve given up trying to understand you Or the many parlour tricks you display My heart and mind loved the illusions Yet all it felt was hurt and continual dismay I know that you made no promises My deception was all self-inflicted So I attempt to write a love song To explain why I am so addicted Bridge: My thoughts are clearer My heart is right You’ve lost some of the power I gave you in my life We’ll never be friends Never be lovers But here’s what BITCH!! You’ve lost The Perfect Stalker!!! This is my attempt at venting My biggest attempt at release My initial attempt at expression Was confused, misguided and weak This is my attempt at closure Of forgiving the fool that ran after thee This was my attempt at a love song I know my worth, finally ——————————— ……How bout that?