from the nothing

out of the abysmal  chaos

the silence broken by the barriers of sound

that is thought

stuttered into utterances

i become the everything

soon to be despised by nothing

the very thing that i am

consumed by fire

scorched like the black bird

only i’ve lost my wings

until i speak

from my soul are these words

when they leave this body

i am then transformed

from this feeble shell

that seem to feel like a five-foot nine

thirty-Six inches wide cell

into something greater than myself

between the time it takes for the words

to part my lips to arrive at your ears

i am at the mercy of your thoughts

tossed about like shuffled feet

who is it that you think that I am

a poet

waiting to be judged on poise

to have my body language autopsied

as you sift through my bones

like the swift wind that passes my door

i am merely the messenger delivering

a message so don’t shoot me

don’t let vox populi by the reason i die

at least not until you see the plenary power

of the words…

let them sink in

let your brain settle as they take root

sprout

and give new perspective

new light to the darkness you didn’t know was there

before you pass your final judgment

let them speak to the muted silence

and give life

2010 Tshombe | Kai Poetry