here it goes again...for the first time

Here it goes again...for the first time
Like a thousand flying feathers
Pouring out from beneath my chest
Like words pouring from the pen
I saw you, before I saw you
And now these same words
May lead me to see you no more
Delicate…fragile…honesty
Because honestly
I just need to be honest…

The poets words, sank the arrow
Coincidence or purpose, I don’t rightly know
Shaking hand, holding crumpled paper
Lines recited in Latin’s child
I knew then, like I know now
That what I would know
Was not up to me…

Cold hands stealing breaths,
Lips poised to speak but stand crippled
By a sacred silence
Where more is spoken by a look
Than in a word
Be my sacred silence…

BREAK

slam poem

I am chained down/With heavy links of social perception/Expectation and regret, inward reflection, fleshly metallic deception/All day trapped in steel frames/Assigned positions and titles from tongues left unbridled/These illegitimate names/Giving praise to the biggest mockeries/Outright hypocrisy/ Filthy stewards, tainting the purity of Liberty/I WILL BREAK OUT/Break from these wayward masters/Ideas and perceptions producing societies beneficial Bastards/Identity in crisis/I WILL BREAK OUT/Break these chains that try and define the ineffable mind/Plastered a rebel because I reject these crooked chronicles/Labeled a prodigal/I have turned from Delilah’s rise who gained power by plucking out Samson’s eyes/Break out of this invisible prison/Mercy, a jest in the democratic court of a perverse King/Filled with at the sight of man caged/trapped in silence by these wicked sirens filled with bloodlust and violence/Implemented through passive aggressive means/GUILTY through secondary indifference/GUILTY for the hunger in my mind/GUILTY of hoarding the bread but freely pouring the wine/Damned phantoms creeping in cooperate alleys with white gloved hands/Hearts caked with rotting infection/The stench of Dreams long since dead/I WILL BREAK OUT/Because they are out to destroy us/And by they I mean we and by we I mean I…I am out to destroy me?/The dichotomy of a fractured sentience born of false existence based on the perception of lies/Media feeding pride/Promoting racial tensions while behind the curtain legislating unethical missions to destroy ethnic cognition…I WILL BREAK OUT/ because he showed me the way/The jaws of Leviathan have been smashed and Babylon will not hold me down and I will rise with wings born of grace/freely given to me and I will freely give them to any pauper who wants to be a prince/I WILL BREAK OUT/Because these chains hold no power and death will not be my end…