The Poet-Servant

Servant

I question life and this sets me apart from life.

I question nature and this sets me apart from nature.

It is my “nature” to question, I am nature.

Serenity… Meditation… Calm

I have made my peace with death and,

in doing so, made my peace with life.

(I am a prisoner) I am free… All is different but equal.

I have both great (large) and small.

I want nothing. I am a servant.

The unspoken

I leave out the backdoor of my apartment

I don’t like the front, it’s too common—

too superficial for my taste.

It’s raining outside, its always

raining tears falling from eyes

of the forgotten—hurt. Who cares,

right?

Drunk, I drink. With the bottle of Southern

Comfort still in my hand

I drop to my knees.

It’s dark. I live in darkness. But it’s only

through the darkness that one

can ever truly see the light.

Alone. Scared. I act.

Humble, but willing to fight, I feverishly

Begin to dig.

I dig a hole deep and wide, carefully

Removing each friable of earth.

Empty.

I enter the hole, my grave, the forest of my mind.

I sink, it’s so cold in this world.

I die, but who gives a rats ass--

We’re all dying from the time we’re born--cultured.

How can a corpse still hurt?

Poet.

Madness cradles me in the light of the moon

I howl from my deathbed

my heart hurts so much

why must creatures of the night feel so much?

I regain my posture, mustering up all of the

courage and patience that I have

(or have ever had)-- I emerge from

my hole--empty--whole--liberated

(full--never whole--never liberated)

I drink the comfort, the liquor of life

I care, I, the unique Self care,

Freedom, but never free.

Unspoken,

but always communicated

Poetry.

 

　　

Freedom Rings

A butterfly floats through my open door.

Can it be true—will I fly away on these

wings of possibility?

My mind has ventured far beyond

this realm—

whereas my body is a prisoner in

this room.

What would I do if I were free—

Free from this grasp of tyranny?

I walk slowly— I’d always thought

I’d run,

But where will I go, when this day

is done?

 

 

 

 

 

　

　

Music

Have you ever truly stopped and listened to

music?

I mean have you ever stood idle and just absolutely

let go of everything else in life

and allowed your body to be

completely absorbed within thoughtless

moments of peace?

If you have than you’ll know

what I mean when I say that I’m
one of the lucky ones.

　

　

 

Breakdown

All of this stress built up in side,

Life is a train that we must ride.

I dwell in my world of lonely dream;
Harsh words have created an endless stream.

Eternal anger and pointless hate;

My heart and my mind have drawn a stalemate.

There’s nowhere to run, there’s nowhere to hide           
I’m balancing on a raging tide.

Peaceful chaos in an unconscious well,

I’ve thrown in the towel and ignored the bell.

There is no fight left in me;

The walls are closing, there’s nowhere to flee.

Natures harsh laws have now settled in;

I have no ambition, no attempt to win.

There is no meaning left in my life;

Pain shoots through my mind like a blade of the knife.

I’ve abandoned all hope and abandoned all fear;

My shadow sheds a hopeless tear.

A thousand words rush through my mind,

There is no peace for me to find.