I Am

I am the unchosen, yet highly claimed, ardent.
I haven’t received my awaited chance,
But I am anonymously dealt in my own way.

Living within the ways of the many,
But caught in the works of the few,
Gracing every moment with joy and laughter.

I am the white crayon never used,
The children’s laughter that brings joy.
I am the vision that was never prophesied,
The believer who was never baptized.

I am the hum pushed beneath the deep,
The unknown reality’s dream.
I am a revolutionist with no weapon,
A coming coup-maker of a forgone generation.

I am the lithe and languid lover,
Swelling in the scripts of poetry—
The paintings on muralled walls beneath marble floors,
The undertow to my melody.

I am the man behind the shadows,
The boy reciting heavenly, euphonious harmonies.

I am in a carnival ride with hypocritical mockers at feast,
But I lace in clown clothes, laughing at their feeble ways.
I am under a cross, eluding the sickle moon,
Interlaced with fragile chastity and all finest things connected to heredity.

I am the music never arranged,
The dim unknown vice behind the backing vocals.
I am not old conversations,
Nor solemnly opposed music far from the waking world of men.

I do not dwell on the past,
Neither do I live solely for the future.
I am a veteran of a war I never fought in,
And a general in a shadow army.

I am the message behind the talking drums,
The incantations of the Royal fetish.
I am the new sunshine of the old rain,
Worthy of my weight in metaphors, verses, and haikus.

I am a 21st-century man living a 1st-century life,
Combining harmonic defiance with the cryptic void of silence.
I get a little tired,
And strangely, wherever I go
Seems a little closer to wherever I thought after I left off.

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