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I am a slam poet, so most of my work doesn't translate well to written form, but I am told this one will quite well. When you read it imagine it being spoken with the intensity of each emotion portrayed and the feeling of need along with that, but still slow and steady.

 

I am hoping to record some of my poetry soon and when I do, expect a myspace page where you can actually hear it.

 

This one was once untitled, but a fellow poet suggested I call it "Free" and so I have:

 

I want somebody who will grant me sanity

The kind of distraction that is like tripping on shrooms

When the only way to deal with the way your world is changing

Is the pink stuffed octopus and the baby blanket

Playing house in a tree by the ocean

At 4am as the sun is rising

Pink and Blue on the horizon

And the birds are chirping on the long journey

Towards sleep

And a purse left behind

 

I want the kind of longing that comes when you are 3

You've just knocked over the groceries

And you're watching the oranges

As they roll down the stairs

Towards the door

The light and the noises outside

 

I want the contentment and love that comes

When your so drunk you're

Throwing up in your best friends toilet

And they're holding your hair back

Wiping your brow with a wet paper towel

Not mentioning it in the morning

Just cooking you pancakes and eggs

Not mentioning it in the morning

 

I want someone who will let me be free

Free like swimming naked in the ocean

Free like the rocks under your feet and the salt on your teeth

Like the cigarette glowing under a tree

Free like silhouettes of music

In the fire

And the Moonlight

Edited by purple_shadows
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I had the opportunity to meet Gayle Danley a few years back in D.C. I was very fortunate to hear her and about five other fellow slam champions that night as well.

 

I used to think that Slam and Spoken word relied too heavily on performance to act as the legs of the poem, to carry it. Just like a lyricist relies heavily on the musical score.

 

However, after hearing a room full of slam champs, I quickly changed my mind. I realized just how young Slam is. It takes time for any poet to develop and fill out, and the things I heard that night was good enough fill a series of one-act plays. They're like the leaders in the first or second generation that has matured.

 

So to me slam poetry is just like any other poetry out there. Lot's of people out their trying, but only a few stick it out long enough to be able to reach the highest levels.

 

What I'm saying is that from either perspective spoken or page: poetic depth within each individual takes time to mature.

 

So don't worry, so much about translating to the page, eventually it will happen on it's own, or if not someone with transcribe it for you. You know Paul Mccartney and John Lennon never learned to read music. Other people wrote it down for them.

 

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Still love it ^_^

Translates well enough to writing for me, but then again, I can hear you reading it every word of the way still, so not quite sure my vote counts on that one ;)

Do run a typochek on it, btw.

 

Music is not meant to be written down in the first place, and I would go as far as to say it can't be, without molesting it in some way.

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Still love it ^_^

Translates well enough to writing for me, but then again, I can hear you reading it every word of the way still, so not quite sure my vote counts on that one ;)

Do run a typochek on it, btw.

 

Music is not meant to be written down in the first place, and I would go as far as to say it can't be, without molesting it in some way.

thanks for noticing typos. i was typing on Margots computer so not used to the german keyboard and I accidentally repeted a line. Oh No!

lol.

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