Chambers of a Beating Heart
By Roger Smith
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From the captivating creative mind of Roger Smith comes his second collection of poetry which draws inspiration from the world of literature, current events, and matters of the heart. A rustic rhetoric and vernacular helps pull and twist readers through the veins and arteries of an intimate experience bringing them to the forefront and beating organ of poetry and humanity. The rotating mind of a cancer survivor, the erotic loins of a Christian in conflict, and the overwhelming tennis match of rage being a Black Bajan-American husband and father in today's society. Chambers of a Beating Heart, is an amalgamation of daily life interactions and thoughts that plague everyone, through the eyes of a seasoned poet.
Roger Smith
Roger Smith is Senior Lecturer in the History of Science at Lancaster University, England. He is the author of Trial by Medicine: Insanity and Responsibility in Victorian Trials (Edinburgh, 1982) and co-editor (with Brian Wynne) of Expert Evidence: Interpreting Science in the Law (Routledge, 1989).
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Chambers of a Beating Heart - Roger Smith
RIGHT ATRIUM
The Chamber of Hopes & Aspirations
Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.
― Mahatma Gandhi
Upon Creation
There was no hatred
no racist,
no displacement, just temperament
and sin wasn't a thought,
or an action active,
no adjectives, verbs moving or
movement making its move
to twist ear,
towards idle minds and playgrounds
where we wouldn't
remember to hold his hand
or keep his word.
there was merely a noun:
empty space, emptiness, vacancy called
void.
no magic trick
Mr. Copperfield,
no scientific evidence of asteroids colliding like balloons pop
and big bangs
bringing forth the beauty of the heavens, the Earth, the sea
and all that in them
is, because the omnipotent orchestrated
such.
No switches turned on Mr. Edison
no pathfinders or cub scouts
clicking rocks,
clicking stones,
twisting twigs,
tapping the back of flashlights to
get em to work,
tapping the back of flashlights
to get em to work,
to get em to ignite like candlelit
dinners or poisonous pocket
flicking
flick, flicking nothing before he spoke
four words:
Let there be light,
and so it was.
the sun born from the father
who gave us his son,
who gave us the separation of
evening and day,
the division of land and water,
the partitioning
of seed and the fruit.
The seed planted like an idea
and the fruit grown
into humanity.
Before Rembrandt was a thought,
he
dipped fingertip in prestigious ink
and painted a skyline
full of stars,
which we pollute our visions from
taking in the beauty of.
Without toxins,
he created life meant to fly high,
without weapons,
he created creatures to roam,
without envy, jealousy, preconceived notions or erratic emotions,
he created man and woman.
without judgment of color, gender,
or such and such's outfit
he created man and woman,
without hatred, racist, or displacement
just temperament,
he created man and woman
and without worry of running out on
responsibility,
he said be fruitful and multiply,
and in magnitude
such was done
before the evening and the morning of the sixth day.
and he gave us dominion
over everything he created for
life,
and God so loved the world that
He gave us his breath,
his masterpiece, this creation,
and it was good,
yeah it,
Was.
Today (9-11-01)
three days ago was my twenty-third birthday,
and today,
today,
one hundred and ten floors,
crumbled.
twin buildings,
(built together, raised together,
breast fed by lady liberty,
and nourished by the same waters
as the rest of the empire state, thought and
sought as new york landmarks,
marked
now a territory of disaster)
were reduced to flesh fused rubble.
as the story of tragedy
unfolds
and is told by millions lamenting
at Madison Square Garden,
the Knickerbockers are in shock
as Giants shrink, Islanders seek water,
the Rangers ready weapons,
meanwhile we all eye’d the Jets, which looked
down at roaches scattering over bridges in dismay,
a desire for sustenance, answers, and revenge
brew a thirst
for Bin Laden’s blood and
multiplies like a vampire’s wish list.
hearts harden, knowing
mothers, daughters, and loved ones alike
will never be home
again.
our finest and bravest,
lost the structure of their lives,
saving the unstructured lives, of others unlost
til the buildings lost structure
and fractured the minds
of those within, and around the Earth
who were listening,
watching, and crying along with one another.
images replay continuously of metal bald eagles,
made, built, and filled
with the hearts of Americans,
swollen and torn,
were stolen and flown into the city that never sleeps
though will snore for two weeks,
snooze for two months,
be comatose as the toll raises to
six thousand, two hundred people
unheard from,
sixty-two hundred I love yous
cancelled—
and the media shows coverage
of humans, smothered
in dust, ashes, and the flesh of others.
NBC shows leaps of faith, while
CBS shows leaps of hope, while
ABC shows leaps of fear, and
they all were equivalent to the death showed by
the puddles of blood and tears on every single station nationwide.
death is not a television show.
death, is not a television show, so
respect the lives of lost souls, fallen heroes and everyday workers.
last night, i went to sleep thinking about where i would go
to buy the blueprint album,
today,
i feel for my city,
i’m somber in the hurt of humanity, i
cried in silence with the mute button
compressed, reaching for power,
for a better tomorrow.
Watch Your Agenda
They are always watching and
listening to you flaunt your pen
across pages, mind across the
airwaves like a murder of crows
seeking shelter from the incisors
of winter.
They read with cold cobalt eyes
destined to confiscate your freedom,
or quill which would cripple you
yet more so your viral influence
of passionate chaos.
They write laws as you write stanzas,
as they pass articles you perform
at venues they are not allowed
with their suit and tie.
They cringe.
They are creating a special house
for you with dimensions perfect,
parallel bars, a cozy bed with built
in toilet, and unlimited access to
your peers, colleagues, and those
before you they quieted.
They are in awe of your pipe bomb
intellect, your sub machine gun free
verse, your running rhyme strapped
to your chest, strapped to your voice
as it seeps into every Amerikkkan
via auditory warfare.
They breakdown the jenga like walls
of your laundromats and lounges,
emptying every ounce of alcohol
like intoxications from the speech
within, so your vernacular is once
again, a double agent hidden agenda
working to expose you as they
finally get to ask a laureate,
are you poet, or a terrorist?
Fine Tuning My Visions of You
i saw you.
poetic queen of Nefertiti,
like bronze complexion and cappuccino,
living a complex life.
single parent,
though mothering a nation
with words dripping from
lips of egyptian
goddess,
holding poets, scribes and lost souls
in your bosom,
filling their minds