Poetry jams have been an interest of mine since I was still in high school . I was encouraged , always , by Charles Bukowski and his raw style . The anti-hero he had not invented , but rather was merely giving a recital about . In Claws of Paradise, a lesser -known work of his , he candidly and perhaps , to some , crassly and self -indulgently , gives us a somber and befitting synopsis of his regrets , perhaps more than a few , and too many to mention . Grammar check says the previous sentence was not run -on . In this New Yorker article, Bukowski is a misunderstood populist and modern day cult icon . He writes to live . To survive . My favourite poetry book of all time is Love Is a Dog from Hell.
I drew my inspiration to write poetry after reading Chuck . I started entering poetry jams . These were very big at a time when rap was being getting respect and there was no real threat from the Internet to kill our creativity . There was no TED talks or other too nicely -structured pedestal to please . So I came up with my first poem. I didn’t realize how short it was till later . But for those who know me well , it was quasi -cathartic . The quasi being from my 17 years on earth .
I leave yet always come back
To the hills and the seaside
Where sins beyond the ordinary were committed
Where I let my future go
As well as my past remain
I see claws of storks
And crows
Interchangeable
Redundant I’ve become
Helping the man
Helpless , but helping the man
When they put my head in the furnace
I stay still
Unafraid
Knowing there’s future days
Even if they won’t be as I wanted
Better than the punches in the face
The bloody lip
From an otherwise lost young man
Fixated on curbing someone’s growth
He is now forever silenced
And I don’t cry
I won’t cry
I may celebrate instead
The seaside is hungry now
Quiet
Needing a plaything
I indulge it
Though it seems unflinching
Perhaps unfulfilled by little old me
Wanting to relive the sins it bore witness to
Don’t show regret
Evelyn agreed
For it means you lived wrongly
Sageness
After years of shame
Now she’s meek and polished
And unamusing
With the knowledge that comes before the onset of disease
I feel ordained
Mirthful
For I’d never regretted
As the sea goes wild
When Evelyn turns her back to it and me