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!
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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!
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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!
Yellow moon, violet sky
Over the feminine ocean
Wrap me in your arms
Soak me with your love
And never, please, never
Ever let me go
It’s a numb feeling
Something hollow
When you know there’s no hope for the country
No chance for a better tomorrow
What will we do?
I’m not quite sure
What will happen next?
Only God knows for sure
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
Author’s Note: RIP America (again).
(Photo by Max Muselmann on Unsplash)
