In the beginning there's me, from the tip of my melon I become
ripened fruit so plush in reflux it succumbs
as I spit toxic conundrums from my varied slum
the reticents I remember from a tree I'm flung
Into the sands of time, my miraculous mind
shift phases as seasons from divine sublime
spring to summer as winter falls under my prime
I am me, nature, various in my design.
Why? me, a marveled symphony confined
the song of my being serenades the straight line
to the motions of waves like the seas I walk upon
till I lie in my darkness, void of all around.
Me, meticulous empathy
Me,mysterious entity
Me, the most empowered force in my singularity.
From a clot, a fluid white dot, I become me
implode as I expand to fill the emptiness
space is now complete as my thought manifest
this is me now, encompassed in poetic flesh
my soul is transcendent before my beginning
as my vessel in God's hands molded my prison
I suffice in believing his reasoned decision
was to make me see all conflicting dimensions.
Me...myself and I are unity
Unified as the heat of my sun join moon beams
eclipse my beckoning personality, chi
in lieu of my pops, whom I shall not be
in the tilt of my seas, pouring forth my simplicity
mimicked not, for in the mirror is only me.
See me......see me form my community
harmonious in company of shadowed epiphany
struck my mind in casualty in causality
I cannot find the meaning or where it lives free
but I welcome the paradox and all its reprieve
but the question does not reside in poems of Me.