Thursday, May 23, 2013

WHO I AM

I am the door to untold dreams
The memory of imperfect magic
Like Mozart melodies never static
I'm an actor living life's drama too
I'm that comma, that full stop,
An answer to the question never asked
A question to an answer offered a gasp
Stuck in the future
Present in your past
That shot that leaves the temple bleeding, thoughts
Only to reseal like a gambler double-dealing, spots
Receive me, I'm that miracle, far from your preacher's knuckles
I'm that boxer with a pen,
My belt stretches as far as my audience's smile girth,
Passion buckles
What was exposed behind the shroud lifted, I am
Nowhere near your regular business pastor's tabernacle, I scan
I'm sun's son
Born during moon's cheerful mood
I'm the voice in the calm
Collective conscience of unsettled legendary ghosts
With a choir of noise to charm
Graffitied skulls stuck in cave halls
Canvas of music patched in brave heart walls
I'm the significance of possibility
Optimist looking at sources of others' failure as opportunities
A farmer of acres of words
Where language is a precious crop
An exposé sore on the knee of me,
That's my curse- free thoughts
So attend to my wound
After a battle that made enemies cringe
I'm a well in the middle of Lybia
a reason for a smile like gold dust spread in the riddle of Nima



3 comments:

  1. Who i am? I am the 'heatless' light which melts an ore, whose shine is consistent, but unpredictable, no, never like ecg's dumsor, lol. Great piece man, really grate. I keet asking myself 'who i am'

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  2. Kwame, Good read, it was. I enjoyed. Good to know yourself.



    PS.
    There is a typo in this line, just drawing your attention- "where language is...."

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  3. Kwame, Good read, it was. I enjoyed. Good to know yourself.



    PS.
    There is a typo in this line, just drawing your attention- "where language is...."

    ReplyDelete