I’m going back to the shelf
Not because love is overrated
With its charms and schemes
I am in fact underrated.
Like artists who shed heart tissue
Blood beating through fingertips and vocal cords
Only to have a tone-deaf audience
Replacing authentic substance with artificial candy
Portraits of priority
Set in stone.
While I mold and
Sell soliloquies in stanzas
Sophistication meant for the ears of the elite
And the eyes of word connoisseurs
I refuse to forcefeed the masses.
I once lived among that crowd of
Suffering souls fooled into happiness
Through hypnotizing tunnel vision beats
Until the veil was lifted
And I craved complexity
In orchestrating layers
Taking my soul from a glimmer to a glow
Radiating riffs and runs
Meant for an extraordinary experience
I want to receive love
Through closed eyes
And open hearts.
So I let the beat rock androids
Bypass me for the amateurs
Because I’d rather wait for
My seasoned listener
To capture me.
~Shawnon aka Sublimess