1.10.17 // the disclaimer (a pre-poem)
i want to share with you a poem i wrote
but before i start, i have to mention
the script from which i speak is genuine
the sounds that leave my mouth
will form words
that form thoughts
that form truths
that come from a place of candor
people often think
that when they experience poetry in recitation
it sounds funny, funky
canned, planned
fake almost
let me strip you of those impressions
let me assure you that these expressions
are not reflections of common perceptions
consider this
there’s an expected cadence and tone
emanating from the bone, vocals thrown
so when you string together a group of words like
……
“the way you move your hand across my chest
flips a switch
causing the aura of my soul to light up
brightening the rooms of my brain
inhabited by thoughts
irradiating the rooms of my muscles
inhabited by actions
illuminating the rooms of my heart
inhabited by desires
the way your fingertips feel against my tongue
aligns my chakras
turns my knees into putty
and intricately strums the strings
of my spanish guitar of a heart”
……
it sounds like a song
some of the words will be drawn out
like a southern summer taffy pull
others will dance briskly
at the very peak of your parlance
some of the words will be said with a guttural release
like a dramatic germanic opera
others will sit comfortably
between your soft palate and soft lips
some of the words will birth a rhyme
like dime and time or thyme and chime
others will simply
not rhyme at all
the words come out unlike the last or the next
they have no other option
they are obedient to the heart
who is constantly sending orders to the brain
by way of neurally persuaded, flash aided signals
and the brain continuously responds
by controlling the emotive rhythm in your voice
there’s a beauty in kosher performance
there’s a beauty in modulating human chords
there’s a beauty in the metaphorical threading of language
and when brought together
a fantastical, spiritual, lingual tapestry is woven
the most beautiful tapestry your eyes have ever felt
yes
felt
you can actually feel the sight of this ornamentation of words
it enters your eyes and reflects in your ears
waving at you from mirrors in your soul
illustrating sound waves in a way you never knew was possible
we presume our western senses to be separated
each one locked away in their own body rooms
taking high tea, just honey thank you, alone
but oh no no no
it is more unaffected to blur those lines
and live in a world
where we can connect our senses of tangibility
to our senses of creativity
composing a symphony of synchrony
that gypsies would wildly fling their skirts to
that mavericks would smoke pot and touch each other to
that tiny foreign scholars would discuss over tiny foreign espressos
so when i share with you this poem i wrote
and the sounds leave my mouth
that form words
that form thoughts
that form truths
that come from a place of candor
consider all that i’ve told you
and allow me to take you on a journey
through the holy labyrinth of my mind
let my words wash over you
drowning your thoughts in my ramblings
experience me fully
as i attempt to open up every gate to my soul
and expose my core
red and hot and pumping and thumping
crying and dying and trying to be understood
dramatic and sensitive
but honest and supportive
so
if you can accept these thoughts
and if you’re ready
i’ll begin
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