POETRY – THE OPEN WINDOW INTO MY SOUL

Narcissist mirror reflex my soul
The protagonist –
me –
Hiding behind poetry
With flowing cloak of chivalry –
Glowing words that aspire to be heard
That smothers the sensory
A string of ragtag words bonded together –
Dressed with flowery words –
Fine tune words – all prettied-up –
Belt-out those ditties –
Illusions from depth of my soul

There is – the pretentious critic –
Assassins of poetry –
Eviscerates my poem with its lashing tongue
Spitting out bones – stones – bits and pieces –
Entails of my maudlin soul exposed –
Bruising my fragile ego –
Hung-out to be dried – fried - pried

In darkest corner –
The receptacle of my soul –
Where my psychosis hang-out –
An area I shun to transgress
Guilt ridden store house
Of faulty decisions
That sorely needs revision
And rife with indecisions –
MY DOMICILE

Poetry – opens the window to my psyche
Purge the opprobrium from my soul
Into this poem
exit darkside –
into the BRIGHTSIDE –
MY CATHARSIS – and UNCTION –
Resurrecting my recalcitrant soul
Poetry – The Open Window Into My Soul

Raymond Chow - Aug 7 2008

INTERNALIZING WORDS

I like to crawl into my mind.
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See colorful – vibrant words
Whirling round and around
Painting murals on my eyes.
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Words that dance on roof of my head
Pirouetting round and round
Gliding on dance floor of my mind.
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Listen to silent melodic scores
Wordless notes scaling up and down
And sometimes down and around.
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The vowels in my bowel
Enunciate from lips of my soul
Awaken this text – ALIVE!
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Feel the tactile touch
Of words so smooth and round
And palatable around the mind.
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Internalizing WORDS surrounding my mind.


RAYMOND G. CHOW: 07/08/08 2008