not a poet

nah, i'm not poet
i never claimed to be
in fact i started writing poems
relatively recently

because well
there was so much 

i couldn't formulate 

there was so much

i just couldn't say

(out loud)

see somewhere along the line

I forgot how to talk 

how to say the things
that I most needed to say 

and man did it frustrate!

and with no journal to write in 

-and disconnected from the One-

I wrote down a string of words
and called it a poem,
and then I wrote another
and then I wrote another

until life, became a series

of them,
of poems,
 like fragments of old journal entries
lonesome, broken
real emotion
(seeps through)
but more succinct
still indistinct, still only ink-

on paper

back then

I stopped writing
to connect to reality

but now here I am
ironing out this made-up fallacy

words upon words upon words

inadequate

for I haven't managed yet
to communicate

a single thing inside this mind

i still haven't managed to find 

a way to bridge the gap

between this and that

(experience and art)
the tangible and intangible
......