You Will Rise

Musical Slam Poetry

Read along type? Here ya go!

if you would like to read along, here ya go:

your shadow was once a puddle:

a third dimension for the otherwise

...overbearing ground

upon which it stretches

the world stands still

except for the dogs on my heel,

their tongues savagely lashing

like the yellowed words flowing

from behind your angry teeth.

seething higher and higher

you no longer ride a horse,

but a mechanical psychiatrist

i can still hear you

over the canyons being carved

of self help catalogs

on all the plastic platter,

paper plates, or whatever

whether it is real

or hopeless romance

i never quote

my mother or father

i methodically

give my pulp

for no favor, praise, or fear

because that, dear, is exactly what love is not

no, in the daunting, dire, distinguished face of

rejection, trial, and tribulation

it practically hovers,

unwavering and unafraid

to be alone

bloody ochre

red dirt stains between the (trembling) legs-

drying up and clearly cracking

like bleached, boiled bones

tight as sun worn leather

peeling back the hungry dark,

black ceiling of the night-

to swish, swallow and spit up

my aching heart-

the eternal anvil

i now wear a jacket of flies,

i breathe their maggots and sigh in relief

at the sight of death-

the foreign, alien exchange of beautiful elements for peace

that our love was at once no more than venom-

a poison circling our renovated veins,

bound for, but lost hopelessly for the blacksmith heart

no longer musical, struck no more

bloated from the edges to the core

and soaked with sticky lies-

our greedy paws stuck

caught in the honey pot

all over again

clouds haunt the setting sun.

this dusk a juggernaut haze

rich in oxygen

hydrogen

nitrogen

...ozone

bacteria-

not empty,

never alone.

pole to pole

the machine work frame

of atmosphere-

a shield from the vacuum

of space and solar poison.

its ink

burns

red

ocher rust

a scar for the skin,

a tattoo of the crust.

the mantle

and mountains crown,

a crimson hook

of an awful,

broken

ghost.

Carpe Noctem-

for the day is too bright

swallowed up

by the sun

too hot

for too long.

the dark hides

the madness

of hollow, sunken eyes.

it coats the sleeping mud.

it breeds the nocturnal

vampire youth

of the city-

bearing the sickle of the grotesque

mascara.

oh yes,

the night rings criminal.

wide awake

its ivory tendons

thin from the dope,

pull the barren fiends

to the macabre streets.

they drink their own weight

in blood and lust

from the skulls

of sacrificial crooked kids

and the dying

broken

beggars.

down the gutter

and river

of tar, asphalt, and dirt,

the corpses grind-

bloated and moon bleached,

they split wide.

gums picked clean.

the approaching frenzied

locust-like hum

of your heart ...rings

housed deep in porcelain cage

bound by fiber, sinew, and fleshy

skin stretched tightly over elegant calcium frame

i barely comprehend

the efforts of every

frantic, shivering atom

that brought me to you

and i can think of nothing else

swapping rich fluid

and hued gifts

while our critics helplessly read--

we used to share Love

we used to trade Poetry

exchanging foreign intimacy

deeper than f*****g puddles

like i always said

blood can be thick

but the mud of us is thicker

denser with our standing water

i take you

through sips

and tiny pulls

to pace, to refuse

the utter plastering

nighttime visits

of your comatose drift

and varicose sleep

simple stylized

structured stanzas

are eclipsed

and skewed

by the vampire novel of you:

countless pages and growing

you could wash up on shores and

still be dry

Author's Note

i do this audio style. deal with it.

Reviews

[Dana Alsamsam]

"i can still hear you
over the canyons being carved
of self help catalogs
on all the plastic platter,
paper plates, or whatever"

your voice is lovely. (i almost would enjoy it more without the music, but i'd never ask you to change the way you do your thing!) there's not much else i can say, but that your wonderful words are complimented incredibly by the way you read them. it just flows. i love the section where it turns to red, crimson, ochre and the music and your voice become more intense. those last two lines are the perfect sharp touch on the end of this building piece. this is hauntingly beautiful and dark- just the way i like it. thanks for sharing and i'm glad i took the time to listen :)

[IWRITE]

thank you so much for listening and commenting! wow i feel very blushy!

[Dana Alsamsam]

no problem! you're spunky and fun to listen to.

[Thoughts]

I like the audio style. I can hear the manner in which you wanted it heard in the mind's ear. I especially like the tempo rising to the finale. The content is very visual. Nice job!

[Nikkiela]

I love this! :D This is new and unique. I love how the music just fits so well with the poem and I'm loving the pace. It would probably nice to also post the words from the poem also so everyone could follow along as they listen to you~

[IWRITE]

great idea! I'll do that. Thank you for your kind words!