Black Poetry : Mysterious Traveller (Remix)

[abstract219]

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[asimplepoet]

wow my mind is spinning but i like poetry that leaves my thinking. so keep on doing that what you do oh so well

 

[abstract219]

many thanks...coming from you, asimplepoet...it is a compliment worth its weight in gold.

 

[$$RICH$$]

This was mind blowin and weaved into a spinner love the style and vision
ya pen flowin wit flair........Traveling

 

[TotalView]

Discorporate...
and we'll begin.

I am the Mysterious Traveller...

The by-product of
a thousand miserable injustices...
A strange enigma.
Demon-spawn child
of sheltered academia
and heroin-addled NYC pimps.

This society eats away
at my armor...
Astonished spectators
view my decomposition.
An outsider in this society...
outcast in my own race.
More at home with Miles, Asante, Dali, weird architecture,
than commercial black radio

or the scratch and sniff hedonism
at the local booty club...

I am the Dark Hat,
the cold expression.
The permanent eccentric.
Resonating on the off-beat
like some Thelonious Monk tune.
I am the contemptuous sneer
aimed at the church...
Witnessing conformity
as the most miserable imitation
and situation to be in....

"It's ok....Ill just stand out here."

Fractured, dazed, lost,
I walk past the car wreck of pop culture.
Having seen too many,
and Trauma being my middle name.
Yes, fate brought me here
beyond the "isms" of the current day.

D.S. AL CODA
Dissect the affected aesthetics artfully,
glean this tone with sobriety,
You will find...

in some way,
you are me, I am you.
and in our own way
we are all iconoclasts...
unsure, mysterious,

Travelling...travelling...travelling.

(c)2006 intercontinental abstractions. all rights reserved.

bumped

Brother Poet abstract219,

This piece is on a different...higher plane. The verbiage entwined with the names of musical artists, is intriguing ...which makes the piece offer a tinge of sensuality regardless of subject matter. The subject is displaced, knowing he's been here before in a past or future life. The glow of knowledge lives within him and he is more conscience than he believes most are or can be. Just pure energy. Although, living in the present world amongst the putrid people, things, thoughts and "isms"... he manages to stay plugged in by the one thing that cannot be corrupted...the music he loves. I enjoyed reading this piece.

"It's ok....Ill just stand out here."

Please continue to stand outside the bubble, and report back through your wonderful poetry what it is you feel and witness.


Thanks for sharing. (smile)