Spoken word poem

I’m learning how to find the beauty in the rough rugged, dysmorphic, discord, discotheque that

plays these broken symphonic chords. The frequency of this rhythm pulling on heartstrings.

This broken record plays constantly in retrospect, but no amount of tears can change the past.

Love showed me pain and the pain showed me how to love. These sublime sombre melodies are mere

reflections of the scares; it’s more than just bars.

On this precise city square mile in 2009 is where I first lost my heart. Love! struck me stupid, love! struck me

cupid; her name still remains lucid.

Dreams of a happy ever after. Dreams of pure bliss joy and laughter. Now daydreams turn into nightmares from

here on after.

I toss, I turn, I twist, I bend, but still cannot comprehend, how a connection once tight slipped through one’s

dexterity into another hand.

On that day, I watched as dreams sailed away out into the open sea with a new captain on board. The true and

saddening fact is that many of our dreams may never come to pass in this here lifetime of ours.

Pessimistic? I don’t think as such! But more so in tune realistic and in touch. I’ve learned that it rains both on

the just and the unjust.

On bended knees, I’ve clocked a few thousand hours. Memories sweet and sour left one feeling drained and

tired. A little less inspired and I am neutral in my approach, somewhat resigned.

This is not another tail regarding lost love more so an introspective moment addressing the big white elephant

in the room. As I undress this hard-to-digest reality. Off balance and a little misaligned, but in no fashion am, I

harboring attributes of hopeless defeat. On the real I’m just being realistic.

Is the glass half empty or half full? It’s a matter of perspective. Depending on which angle you looking from,

obtuse or acute. My convictions will differ from yours.

I’m just here speaking my truth. In my truth, to me, I know Him as God. You may beg to differ and

think otherwise, but the universal truth remains.

Life and death is a given and we are not in control of either one of them. Who am I to challenge or try to wrestle

with God.

Son play your position let go of the resistance.

by NeW MaN