Black Poetry : Souliloquy (to be continued)

I deliver to you
on this day of November 8
a souliloquy born internally
on a naked stage waiting
to be judged by self
tried by self sentenced by self
cried by self condemned by self
hated by self unrecognizable to self
by myself

..............................

days have gone by maybe years
stillness captured to much time
maybe fears
paralyzed from the neck up by
impotent thinking contradictions
not being but getting up
when neccessary only
to dig a hole for my soul

"hey I'm down here"

I lost my hearing before it fell in
so I continually look for what is before me
and stay LOST

'dammit can't you hear me?"

"can't you save me?"

"can't you feel me?"

all collapses on deaf ears
amongst the cheers of doubt
and the high fives of pity
that waits for me to utter it's name

pity, pity, pity!!!

now I wonder if it will appear
behind me in the mirror
and slash my throat like some
demented urban horror flick....


(c)2001 blakverb "...lost in thoughts"

 

Blak~

This is truly deep ~

I'm still readin' it ova & ova again to analyze the message that is laying all alone inside...

(I noticed that you called, I'll hit you back before I leave town for the weekend)...


Keep smiling Blak man!!


N2

 

"paralyzed from the neck up"

I know how this feel cause my ears still numb too. I've missed you a helluva lot verb.






ME

 

As I read these precious lines...I felt the spirits moving down into the place of deeper souls...and I saw the reflections of 'self'....struggling to be seen and to be heard...as the message unfolds...

know that you have been heard poet...your message has been received...divinity walks with verse

*spirit-walking*