I cannot write a single word
You have not heard before
I cannot play the unheard chord
Bestowed by God’s great score
I can’t describe the colors,
for my colors aren’t yours
I cannot see the future, nor
tell you what’s in store

I can however read the dreams
the gods wove through our lore
and see between forgotten seams
toward that worth fighting for.
I jot them down in frantic streams
and pray the do restore,
to bless this sequence of light beams
and the feelings they outpour.

This is the poem I was going to read at the Creative Coffeehouse. Posting it here, lest it go to waste. It’s meant to be spoken, so it may lose something in the reading.

I walked away jaded
my faith so quickly faded
bubble wrapped and crated
to a place where it’s awaited
to be traded for fresh fish baited
with concentrated love so belatedly related

from a heart persuaded to trust
despite the girth of her bust
her palpitated heart was the size of a grain of dust
now deflated, I lack lust for sluts,
for such girls are nuts
and when it comes to pretty women I’m prone to act a putz

its complicated,
cuz life itself is implicated
when treacheries perpetrated
leave loved ones conflagrated
when even hope has been abated
and the pain feels integrated
with the way the world seems fated
to suck my blood until it’s sated

when the questions postulated
are returned with truth degraded
and the one you love looks in your eyes
and lies with love misstated
that was the day, it’s sad to say
that chivalry outdated.
And the golden armor plated steed
I rode disintegrated.
When the type of man I meant to be
Appeared uneducated
To the Fact that trust
Is built to rust
And liberty decays it
Sexuality delays it
My earthen soul hoorays it
On a pedestal I raise it
I get on my knees and praise it
But that FUCKING BITCH BETRAYS IT

Ya know,
It leaves me in amazement,
How one walks on love like pavement
And how opening my heart to her lead to my mind’s enslavement
As if my loneliness were payment
For her not so new engagement

While she’s swept away in her ‘secret’ foray
I decay in forlorn estrangement

If those you love look in your eyes

And lie from soul to soul

And fabricate reality

To obfuscate their goal

And all you hate or ever feared

Should come to pass untold

I wish you only ignorance

For truth is rather cold.

Much of life is filled with hate,

Anger, pain, and loss.

And if you say that God is great

You’re lecturing the boss

Lately I would wipe the slate

And all that came across

Like Atlas, left to contemplate

One great, Olympic toss.

Twisting winding roads that turn Back upon themselves Likes books that fall, as if half learned Back upon the shelves