would you believe it if you seed it?
i am unable to understand your affinity for misconception
a simple truth tied knots in my tongue
a clever disguise
sometimes i question why i seek to gain insight
it can be unsettling
a beauty shaped a thought
molded a profound sound
they licked my lips as they left
the wind wispered the rain and i sat mistified
a motor with a home attached swayed lazily
i am occupied with optimism
it depends on the amount of water i drink
liquid spirits to quence my thirst for thought
if this seems to be a pattern i could be on misstep
would you judge your jury to be fairly judgemental?
if love is an acceptance of all things
would it be unacceptable to you?
instead of a clutch or crutch or fall
my crush compounds my consideration
my illiteracy illigitimately corrupts
a sense of understanding stands up
and we high five in celebration
let the trees do the breathing
and i will slowly inhale their exhalation
only in fits of passion
and still we sit and stair
like the two-d will become 3
waiting for a touch or akward glare
when did we stop seeing each other as people
and all become electronic pages in underwear.
some people simply search out
unhappiness, they’ll scrounge it out
in any given situation
taking any whim
any simple error
and then becoming hateful
vengeful.don’t they realize that
there’s so little
time?
and to mutilate it
like this…
there’s never
ever
any way
to recover
all that was
wasted.
(Source: abukowskiaday, via henrycharlesbukowski)
I went to the Elevated Poetry Slam for the first time, last night in San Diego and got too see a lot of really gifted poets perform. George Yamazawa, from the video above, was there as well. He didn’t perform the poem in the video but it hit me pretty hard as I’ve been helping my Grandma out lately. She just turned 80 this year, and it hits real close to home.
two hearts with walls
desperately trying to connect
such high walls
we could not see the tops
pasts of rejection and fear
trying to create a future
lost in the energy
of scars past
two hearts with walls
afraid to throw down ropes
so many fears
who could ever climb that high
to see the love
on the other side
an arms distance love
even when we embraced
a tangible fear
one that caused nervous ticks
of laughter and feet
that could never rest
throats stuffed with words
unable to speak
feelings of truth
through walls of hurt
i remember the glimpses of light
the cracks that would form
in the morning
such a beautiful smile and kiss
to start the beginnings of days
after a night of fear filled dreams
so many words
spoken in fear
of what to say
caused so many secret pains
of misunderstanding
adding bricks to walls
around hearts
so many tears alone
weeped into pillows
and puddles on the floor
we used pride
as our mortar
and pain
as our stone
he said
she said
we are to blame
rivers of habits
ran so deep
easier to build these walls
cause the wrecking ball
of love doesnt
come cheap
the cost of
vulnerability
too high
to accept
we ran the engine
fueled with food and movies
and an oil of sex
to connect
pleasures to hide
two hearts with walls
that would not fall
and end with reject
Sarah Kay: If I should have a daughter …
“If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B … ” began spoken word poet Sarah Kay, in a talk that inspired two standing ovations at TED2011. She tells the story of her metamorphosis — from a wide-eyed teenager soaking in verse at New York’s Bowery Poetry Club to a teacher connecting kids with the power of self-expression through Project V.O.I.C.E. — and gives two breathtaking performances of “B” and “Hiroshima.”
love is a verb
and love
is an acceptance
of all things
love in action
is a reflection
of inner satisfaction
giving birth
to a gift
for another
with no
expectations
of getting
it back
planting a small
seed bares
large fruit
into the future
you may
never see the
same tree
but the forest
is all around you
open your
heart to the
world and the
world opens
its heart
to you
a name cried
into
the wind
may speak
to me
in passing
and never
speak
again
before
i am done
rephrasing
i will be bold
and begin
this remembrance
is reached
in silence
like a once
shared gazing
of old
and faithful
friends
if there was a neither
i would choose
to make room
for instant pleasure
before servitude
but niether is neither
and both belong
to fortitude
cant we just go on
knowing there is nothing
wrong without wondering
why we do
what we do
