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Author: andy spaschak (voiced poetry (slam)) | [ Next Thread |
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] Date Posted: 17:11:10 11/29/07 Thu Click Link for Audio http://www.supload.com/listen?s=XHI6R8ZRGXZ7 R2D2 You 2 You bark thunder tones into demonic whistles that light the sky, shake the mountains of oblivion the bugler of bigotry, the prince of persuasion your mischievous cracked intentions spun like spider webs to form the cell blocks of our axed and worthy intentions your flame the fire of Asmodai, eyes wet and shining through pentagrams of greed you filter truth until the madness explodes, left to us a crater some great black hole where futures are dissolved stark eyed and withered we climb concrete stairs heads bowed afraid to glance into a strangers eyes some grand illusion of a life once dreamt up by a young and innocent child, now force fed laughing at the state of our union, crying for Mother, searching for a Dairy Queen in between pews of thoughts now dusty stored in memories meant for twisting things into something better than they ever could have been from the bone of the Bronx to the chapped streets of San Francisco new high finance lights a corner at a time Dow Jones baiting his hook in the muddy waters of the Hudson, the stink of the great bay, while in the burbs of masked reality, hypnotic Mother's dart like mice, delivering their children some hope or promise hidden between the grass blades of some Sunday Soccer field, behind the Bank of all America, who's name is proudly worn on shirts of sons and daughters soon to lead us further into this nightmare of no return further down this wide and once gracious avenue they turn a fast and disregarding eye to the street people with Wall Mart carts shopping for a life in the forgotten crevices of conscience as if in some robotic trance they say, "We all get what we've got coming" as they're headed for some graveyard in a brand new SUV, believing they're one step ahead until the night falls and the children sleep when they bury themselves in their slow deaths all alone and so defeated until the morning can no longer mask their fragility O to hear the roar of laughter ammunition from a soul the way the curves of inflection roll a mind to ease we run to pleasure, as the pain inflicts its ware Once we were Zues, riding towards Cantina now we fight to free ourselves from the fishbowls of insecurities searching for a Zen man to lead us safely home I strike the day in defiance of YOU I stand up to your black blood the Oil of the Valdez on my feathers meant for graceful flight I fight on with these words that make a difference that will not ever lose their power in the strength of voice, unyielding I move on O how these bones refuse to tire how the new wind kisses a loving heart how the day breaks on bad opinions but, leaves me in state of thankfulness before the moon gives way to sun despite what I have seen despite what I have lived despite the death of you my robot friend walking what you claim is a straight line in circles one day closer to a phony's death I look to the sun where the wisdom of the ages bends an oak branch to the East I will not become a cynic I will not bury my head in hot sand I will ride the waves of promise on the great and churning seas to site a fallen star out there past the mighty shining Venus into a new dream where new minds look for rightful change and if only for a moment I will believe again in you you who have become so shallow in your thoughts so pretentious in your plans so vague and hollow in your truths with my will forever unrelenting I will call you on your ways as I travel this great distance through a thousand phony poems until I light the candle of a new creation something grander and more important than your cliches, where the Indigo Ink has stained your heart as the black blood of oil has stained our lives in greed you will know of truth when it finds you in the mirror O-----and, I pray to my dear Lord you have the strength to face yourself my greatest fear is that you'll smile before you turn and walk away. ajs [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: AnneMarie [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 21:23:39 11/29/07 Thu WOW, this is amazing Andy...love the tude'... O-----and, I pray to my dear Lord you have the strength to face yourself my greatest fear is that you'll smile before you turn and walk away. I loved it all and the ending definitely takes one's breath away...You Rock! Hugs, AnneMarie [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: andy [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 09:22:43 11/30/07 Fri Thanks Ann Marie, There really is something to unleashing a slam. If you ever get the chance to go to an event don't pass it up because the good ones are something to see. Thanks Sweet Peach-- Wink! zoooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmm [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Wilopent [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 09:40:13 01/24/08 Thu Andy, This was very powerful and striking . . even without the sound, it makes a sound of its own . . . FIERCE! Great job! xoxo Wilopent [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |