(This was written in response to reading the poem Bitersweet God Kisses tomy rommate)
Perceptions and Poems
I cannot control it
I cannot control you
Or how you take it.
I pour out my poem
My divine experience
And the revulsion,
The bile that rises
In your throat and
Covers the expression of your face
Freezes me on the spot,
Like a dear frozen
When the spotlight
Is upon her.
So I freeze.
“You talk about God
and you ruin it with
your hate.
It's the most hateful
Thing I've ever heard
From you.”
More was said,
but I don't care to write it down
you get the idea.
My armor rises
To protect me.
My expression blanks.
I try to listen.
I am shocked to death.
Perception.
I cannot control it
I cannot control you
Or how you take it.
I know he's never been
To a slam poetry scene
Hell, he's never been
To any poetry scene.
My criticisms of America
Are tame
Compared to most,
But he has no comparison,
And each poem
Stands alone
When there is no one else
Around.
The Divine uses
Poetry
When she wills
Sometimes with others
Sometimes alone.
The poet is not in control
Of their poem,
Only of it's creation.
Perception,
Is not up to them
Or me…
Only you…
Who hears or reads
Our words,
Perception,
The blessing
And curse
Of all artists...
