Monday, June 9, 2014

I Am Defender

Against the throws of war
I am the defender of my heart.
Poisoned arrows with sharpened tips
soar with accusations dripping down their silvery lips 
ready to puncture my every pride.
But I am the defender of my heart.
When lovers complete the idea of me 
with incomplete ideas of me, 
a hollow shell of my actuality 
is animated 
and mocks me like a cartooned parody.
I am the defender.
A patient heart is a determined heart,
not waiting, but patient. 
Indeed wading, patiently, through thick 
and sticky scores of sluts, tramps,
and hooligans, all waiting with bows and arrows in hand.
Here I stand, the shield, the man,
the only defender of my heart. 
The blade sheathed in me is sharp and quiet, 
can reduce a loose tongue to a 
removed one, and will pierce the ears of 
any fortunate enough to hear what truth I speak, 
or stab, for my blade runs deep.
And it must. Because in me, my soul has trust. 
I seek within, beyond the moths and rust, 
between the unsettled dust, 
beneath the copper crust. 
I am the defender.
When chicks play games and lick the names 
of the many men they've fucked and bent, 
I write the boards and bar my chords 
pressing ink to page while burning sage.
Needless to say, the nights are solitary 
in my home. 
I thrive by candle light, 
fire helps me write, 
the flame insist that much burns inside of me. 
The pain, the shame, the 
misery, all melt off like calories.
I exercise the defender in my heart.
I have friends in many places, some wear 
two, three, four, and five faces. 
Some are copy cats and rely on traces 
to shape their lives and like glass blown vases 
are full of hot air. 
Speak your peace or let your words rest peacefully, 
because only deeds can be 
resurrected successfully, 
and the groundsman gave the keys to me, 
I run the graveyard shift in to the early morning. 
Would you believe how many thoughts are buried in this cemetery? 
Six feet beneath actions, respectfully. 
Where is the love you ask? 
Well where do I start? Begin where it ends.
I am the defender of my heart. 

2 comments:

  1. I really enjoyed this. Your writing is admittably an addiction to me. I love enticements such as these. Im around alot admiring your mind. Keep writing; truly gifted.

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    1. Thank you for the kind words, Mali. I encourage you to continue writing and to share! You have many gifts to offer.

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