Tai Mesches December 2012

Bull’s Eye

the ancient raindrops splash ‘n’ soothe my eternal solitude

they drool around my center, leaving me at peace with being alone

a gentle silence gives warmth to my stretched-out frantic mind

finally a pocket of rest where there’s no need to be trapped by time

‘n’ line by line i can unwind, shift my energies elsewhere

a place where i am safe ‘n’ awake, there’s always a tale to tell there

the blank page intimidates with its stern face, placid with its stare

here i unravel, unleash my travels, this sheet shall never be bare

apparent commotions of wild emotions, so potent they’ll overload

pressures of moments, so bold in slow-motion, flowin’ like molten gold

swollen with vibrant lightening, tryin’ to find the source of this storm

so i can digest its nutrients, ‘n’ once again feel re-born

to bring all the portions together, all the flavors to make your pie

your spirit, your soul, your energy, make whole, as we rest in the center of my mind

appreciate this juxtaposition, take advantage of this sensation

learn to relate with all faces ‘n’ shapes, be brave, ‘n’ be patient

breathe heavy with the slightest sounds, be tickled by waving grass

treasure your center, let love be your mentor, as we make this moment last

the amount of satisfaction by the simplest of pleasures, in one fraction of a second

corrects my vision to see straight again, ‘n’ be at ease with the present

sequences of tense extremities, my parched words need remedies

release my extra-incentives, please, i need some help to find some peace

i scrub my teeth with wisdom bristles, ‘n’ rinse with clarity

script whatevers beneath my lies ‘n’ rhyme the truth that carries me

bound to poetry, my medicine of choice, i rejoice in its bosom

protecting me from the senseless distractions that’ll leave a man ruined

here in my womb of words, i nurse my melodies back into tune

this is where i bloom my fruit ‘n’ let the balance consume

i loom slowly into my temple, this is where a poet should write

right slap dab in the middle, heart be the bull’s eye…