And here is a recording I made for part 2 of this series. I wrote the entire poem below for those that prefer reading as I speak. I hear its more immersive that way.
You could otherwise gaze at the lovely art during the recording, that works too.
Slow, steady and ever-so routinely,
Words cascade from parts of the universe unseen
Effortlessly drizzling, washing over me
As if my words have gained sentience in an attempt
To deem my vessel unclean.
There are many ways to say what I wish to say
But I only get one chance to say it my way.
A way that bridges me with my understanding of peace
Sometimes I feel I’ve found the answers I seek;
Like I’ve taken a long hard look at life’s tapestry
And from that, know exactly where I fit.
But that’s not how life tends to work, is it?
I balance my inherent strength and vulnerability
In ways reminiscent of a tight rope walker
Trying to maintain inertia — It all gets a little murkier —
As I guard my heart like I know nothing else
Like it’s all I’ve ever felt, I might as well — heart shattered, scattered,
Some pieces find themselves lost under the furniture —
Each time — the part that keeps me alive gets a little smaller.
I love fiercely, consciously, dare I say ridiculously
I love without expecting, I love like no one is watching,
I love because I can — but it’s within this dance
That I’ve begun to understand the limitations of man.
The love of my individuality
And the desire to connect whilst still being me
Oh, the persistent dichotomy, repeatedly unveiling itself in front of me —
This is why — this is why I sling ink to a maddening degree
Why I can’t stop myself from being entranced with this natural high
Why oh why do you do this to me?
The more I get better the more I run the risk of sounding a little crazier.
Erratic in my delivery,
I hit the beat and accompanying piece like I exist within each—
Rib-caged, I am the part that pumps blood;
I don’t believe in fate, but for this, I was certainly made,
And there’s nothing anyone can say to give my thoughts sway.
I lay back — absorbing the moment, wishing to have it framed
It’s the only one like it… and I wish to always have it…
But it’s only in letting it go that I make room for more.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: SuperPhazed