The Wake

Youconfuse expression & performance
I speak, I am pouring
Out that which was internalized.
I do not seek your applause out
Of excitement & thrill, rather
Hushed oohs & ahhs, of understanding
By free will.
I am not dancing for your convenience,
You a dull, monotonous room,
Crowded mis-interpretations you
Treat the brave voice, as a cheap
Juke box whatever rusty nickel
Found, popped in, you’re seated
Listening for that blaring sound.
Most muffled words you have not
Considered but tantalized by this
Rhythm & movement, coming closer
Off the edge of your seat to hear,
And feel the melodic beat of:
Performance.
You are not listening to my soul,
Only the vibrato of the mike &
My parade do you know.
I am “simply reading”- as you say
Because I’m not the dancing clown
You’ve waited all week to see.
You do not approach my
Creative expression, but run all
Through the ass of another
Arrogant illusion.
You wonder why I’m not ex-tatic
In my deliverance but think
- oh prejudging and expectant
audience.
You are awaiting the Loudest &
most rapid remarks so you can
nod ya head & whisper in the
dark “what did they really mean by .”
Claiming unity is a mythical
Pose because when I smile at
You in humanity you strike up ya
Nose. Some of these people are
Strung off on materialism-isn’t it
Obvious, we’re bringing back those
Most hateful traditions that
Members of our family, our people,
Our beloved ones, our soul tree have
Broken & bruised bodies for you & me?
Do not look me in the eyes with that
Sheer film over your eyes, do not
Forget that we’ve come so far to
Complete a tender wound=history.
Do not hide your rainbow-rich skin
In the ever changing, lying tradition
That of more false hopes, false beauty,
False dreams & false promises
Are ever prevailing. Enlighten your
Spirit, listen & feel it. Stop
Pretending. Stop pretending. Stop
Loving face value or the two faced demons we walk so
Proudly among.
Embrace, uplift each other for
Who knows when’s the next time
We’ll meet? Don’t regret what emotion you might share & don’t
Listen to the “performers” with
Blank stares.
Do not imply, merely that my expression
Is an ignored presentational performance
But that this performance is not
simplistic. Riddled with complexities,
blend your hands within my
hands as we dance. Creating.
Expressing. A Fluid thing.