Apocalypse Poetry: Who Am I?

Spoken word in times of searching

They say this new moon (in lunar mansion of Ardra) is ruled by Rudra, a form of Lord Shiva. Symbolized by a tear drop, the story says he was born crying…

When Brahman asked why he was crying, he said, “Because I have no name.” — So, I’ll just leave this poem “Who Am I?” right here:

For those of you who prefer to read poetry and not listen, I’ll leave *SOME* of the lyrics here, but for the full poem you gotta listen to the recording.

Who are you? 
I am creation in a cage in the process of a jail break
melting and prying away at the bars and gate
often forgetting 
I have choice and 
there is no one else to blame 

Singer, songwriter, composer, poet, 
rehabilitated from a laundry list of unsavory bullshit, 
an emotional rap sheet longer than a CVS receipt,
Perhaps it’s easier to tell you 
who I am not...

I am no longer a junkie.
God willing I am no longer a criminal,
depending on who’s asking. 
I am no longer somebody’s emotional or physical voodoo doll. 
I am no longer somebody who looks at the ground when they walk. 
I am no longer somebody who is willing to set myself on fire 
just to keep an enemy warm..

i am a traveler, 
i am a shit-kicker and self-deluder, 
a constant metamorphosing monarch 
in the name of surrendering old ways 
and acceptance of truth. 

i have the soul of a rambler 
who wants roots.
i am a walking contradiction in many ways 
i suppose like all things  not of this world 
they can be experienced, never explained...

To hear the rest, go to the video above. XO 

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