In One Phrase

This is how I feel whenever I'm on the stage performing slam poetry. It's simultaneously beautiful, and terrifying.

Every muscle sings in unison

Like a musician who plays each note by the throat

Every nerve tingles, every single cell

The body burns on blood, runs through the numerous veins

Arteries harmony beats through the thick meat

Equivocate tranquillity passes virtuously purposeful binding the column-like spine

The chasm shadows a battleground in the soul, a hole in his heart

The spit withers on his lips

The words litter his mind, in the width of his fists, but somewhere left behind

The leviathan quietly denies his fate

Feels society’s hate, like the tears falling from his face

His skins sermon surfaces in the sweat of deathlike regret

No self-respect, nothing left but excremental memories

Disassembled as the treble travels down another level

Swallow the past and breathe, gasp rasp the words murdered

Connected circuits, vertical to the bullet like an overloaded moment

He opens his mouth slowly, only another uniformed morning

Whispers closing, stutter, blossoming bliss, almost missed in the glistening pistons, caught on it, spit it out blistering, eustoma, euphoria, exploding poems from a sore throat

River current of words worship, the poet orbits the corbels coming out of his mouth

The poet swells and explodes poetry openly weeping dreams

Frozen air floating desperate to hear the mangled message

The absolute abstract masterpiece of concrete wordplay, and unnecessary but fundamental effort

Groping at the themes of this beautiful being

In a momentary second, yesterday fades away to a dark mattered haze, heaven beckons, the poet is Whole, his song is holy, his soul is unafraid

Majesty is fragile as a page, but every word remade screams rain, to attain perfect formless frame, reborn again, in one phrase

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.