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Exposure: Part I

Today I conceived myself as a poet for the first time,
and not because of employable meter, rhyme, and flow -
I will leave such devices for the wordsmiths and Masters.

And not because I can write poetry....what I do,
should be labelled as something else entirely -
not as poetry.
I am an organic recorder, filing away bits and pieces of zeitgeist,
without rhyme or reason,
almost as if ghosts are guiding my hand across the paper,
and I really don't have much say in the matter.

I am a stranger in a crowded world,
a stranger amongst people I have known for years,
not quite fitting in anywhere, but being in all places at once.
I write the words down, they in turn speak to me.
A clear, mutual agreement -
the smell and feel of new paper,
the liquid, brashness of ink as it penetrates the virgin whiteness
of so many possible observations, opinions and stories.
The words know me intimately.
We aren't strangers.
The reality of vowels and consonants is where I truly fit.

I was moving through a crowd of familiar faces -
a familiar feeling of strangeness and alienation,
when I came across a Persian face I had never seen before.
A real stranger.
Not one I have known for years.
She mentioned not being into sex,
how she only wanted to talk about things she couldn't mention to friends -
her mind felt as if it was floating by the moon 
and she wasn't sure how to reel it back into her skull again.
I told her not to worry, sex isn't the only thing on my brain.
She said that sex was the only thing on her brain;
but in a different way.
She explained how she had been kidnapped in Iran,
imprisoned as a sex-slave, 
repeatedly raped by rich business men who wore wedding bands.
I asked if she was filled with hate.
She wasn't quite sure.

"What does hate feel like?"

"Well, it shouldn't be mistaken for rage, anger or frustration.
Those emotions are red hot to the touch.
Hate is a cold thing.
Like a Raven perched on the railing of a bridge,
sleet bouncing off its feathers,
not caring to fly away even though cars are barrelling past,
flinging up dirty, February slush.
There is nowhere left to fly to.
The trees are all cut down,
dumpsters have tight lids,
for some reason the fish are all belly-up in the river below,
dead from some mysterious reason.
Its stomach aching from hunger,
the Raven smells the reason for all of this death
emanate from the strange looking beasts walking and driving past.
It is all their fault -
they are the poison behind it all.
This is hate."


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  1. Date: 5/11/2012 5:02:00 PM

  1. Date: 2/5/2012 12:25:00 AM
    Brother, YOU write like the frikkin wind. I am unfortunately around writers way too much. Most cannot write their way out of a wet paper bag with scissors in hand...*(to quoth thy R.Z.A. of the WuTang Clan) But anyway...If I may give you a dang hot piece of pristine advice, it is that your next step in this "organic recording" orgy be to possess the confidant stride to carry with the portal as your only literary friend. And take advice from nobody. You have the key.TRUSTme, you write just fine

  1. Date: 1/12/2012 12:08:00 AM
    What can be done it.? seems is never enough Chris,,, i have already read part two, its as you say true Love is a spiritual truth only in engaging with people in this way will true freedom and good existence be found...)

  1. Date: 1/5/2012 8:24:00 AM
    A really enthralling write sex and death can NOT take you too UNINTERESTING places..[I will continue] to why I'm not on your fav poet list hadn't tasted enough of me yet to get hooked?? I must check if you are on mine? Have you hear Twa Corbies? any variation of this ballad is facinating..light & Love

  1. Date: 1/3/2012 11:41:00 PM
    Ok now I know I shouldn't have put off reading this earlier...what a way to describe hate! And what you say here about being a stranger and about words and writing, I can definitely relate with--- I think that it is about time that you saw yourself as a poet-- glad you finally think you are because you most definitely are. Ok heading off to the 2nd part...

  1. Date: 1/3/2012 7:34:00 AM
    Spellbound that all i can say at the moment, away i am to part 2. harry

  1. Date: 1/2/2012 6:54:00 AM
    I stopped by to get a sneak peak at your first 2012 write...I am glad we are both trapped in similar worlds...when the alphabet speaks to me, I too listen!! Can't wait to get to part are whetting the appetite with the raven on the bridge...dang,..enthralled once again!!

  1. Date: 1/2/2012 12:23:00 AM
    Hey Chris, emotions plays such a huge part in my life. I think it's because I am sometimes too tuned into what other people feel even when they don't say anything.. Just by their actions I can pick up if something is amiss and in some way I am good at hiding mine.. But reading poems (or in this case a non poem) as you call it does bring forth my emotions which is a good thing especially if I can take away a life lesson from it.. In a nutshell it is a two way street I can identify with it and I learn from it.. Hope that make sense :D

  1. Date: 1/1/2012 8:22:00 PM
    A definite fav on both parts!!

  1. Date: 1/1/2012 8:10:00 PM
    Wow Chris you decided to come out strong in 2012! Such a deep piece of work-excellent! Happy New Year btw!