Lost time in cold, leaden fields Forsaken epochs, unable to yield Shadow desires, darkly concealed I wear my armor like a beaten shield Stone-faced, aching, my fate is sealed Blood on my body swiftly congeals And you, my love, are not here A tender touch to tell me Everything will be okay And this dark landscape Is but a fleeting nightmare
Another spoken word poetry video! This one is for my poem “Tomorrow Never Comes.” Public domain music here: Irama Gema – Ignis Fatuus of Ascetism, Resolution and Time. Enjoy!
Hey, y’all! Here’s another spoken word poetry video for a poem I had published a while back called “Strange Planet.” The music is from the public domain: Koi-discovery – Electroscope. Enjoy!
I tried something a little different and created a video for a poem I posted here recently, “To Dream Away.” The music is something I found in the public domain, called “Kasni Noćni Sat” by Čopor.
Here’s the video below and let me know what you think!
Mass death is the name of this game Don’t let it become normal School shootings aren’t normal Assault rifles in 18-year-old hands, not normal Murdered children and politicians who don’t care None of this is normal
Outrage is the proper emotion Anger is to be expected Scared parents are normal Depression and despair, also normal Fits of crying is perfectly normal
I want to replace every gun with a flower I want to heal the world Of course, it’s not possible But what if?
Every time someone is shot I’ll plant a rose garden Or maybe some daffodils Every time a gun is bought I’ll teach a child their ABC’s Or buy them twenty books
How to fight off despair? The walls closed in, chaos, claustrophobia Mean eyes everywhere I look There must be some melted hearts out there Amid the hatred and relentless despair
Hate in hearts can be broken with love Like nestling into a sweetheart’s arms Under cool moonlit nights Away from infinite news cycles and images Of society tearing, tearing apart But how to fight off despair?
Rage gun fury Blood on my face, blood on my hands Blood everywhere Bloody Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday Blood every day of the week Dip your phone in blood before you check the news feed I woke up in my bloody bed, washed my bloody head Blood at the grocery store, at the schools God is crying blood I screamed; blood spewed from my mouth Stars and stripes soaked with blood Blood on the streets, up to my ankles, like Morrison said Blood drives for the loss of blood Bleeding out in the 3rd grade Blood from the suicides Blood from moms who cried Blood from those who died A wave and tide of blood Drowning in blood Mix it with the mud Wash everything in blood Soak the soil, the bloody roots The tree of blood, tree of dead wisdom Tree of hanged men, tree of dead kin Take my blood, it’s yours to keep They like it this way, so let’s serve it up The exploded heads and chests The body parts in the classroom The bloody assault rifles The bloody protests The blood we give Born in the blood, death in blood Take my blood, it’s all yours