This time of year I always feel particularly poetic. I hear rhythms in the breezes and in the rain and the leaves and all the mysteries that I spend the rest of the year pretending to truly understand. Everything is clear and unclear at the same time, like my baseline vision. My entire world throbs with the need for more--more knowledge, more experience, more music, more passion, more risks, more conversations about things that matter, more creativity, more deep breaths, more kindred, more discoveries, more patterns upon patterns upon patterns.
Some clichés are clichés for a reason.
"I wanna hear a poem
I wanna learn something i didn't know
I wanna say 'YES' at the end
Because I'm sick of saying 'so?'
I wanna hear a poem about who you are
and what you think
and why you slam
not a poem about my poem
because I know who I am
I wanna hear a love poem a sad poem an I hate my
dad poem
a dream poem an I'm not what I seem poem
an I need poem an I also bleed poem
an I'm alone poem an I can't find my home poem
I just wanna hear a poem
I wanna hear a poem about revolution
about fists raised high
and hips twisting in a rumble
like a rumba
I wanna follow the footsteps of Che
and hear the truth about the day
the CIA killed Lumumba
And because every second matters
I wanna hear long poems and short poems
about time and its limits
because it took less than three minutes
to attack Abner Louima
to frame Assata Shakur
and destroy Hiroshima
to kill Elanor Bumpers
and Anthony Baez
to gun down Malcolm with
bullets they bought
from the Feds
I wanna hear a poem
where ideas kiss similes so deeply
metaphors get jealous
where the subject matters so much
that adjectives start holding pro-noun rallies
at city hall
because I want to hear a poem
that attacks the status quo
that attracts the claps of the cats
with the phattest flows
that makes the crowd pass the hat
and pack my cap
with a stack of dough
I want to hear a poem that makes this audience
yel HOOOOO!!!!!
Because I want to guess your favourtie colour
then craft rhyme schemes out of thin air
I wanna hear a poem about why the statute
of limitations
for rape
is only five years
I wanna hear a poem
I wanna feel a poem
I wanna taste a poem
Give me your spot on the mic
If you wanna waste a poem
I wanna hear a poem"
by Steve Coleman

[this is good] I am sorry, this variant does not approach me. Who else, what can prompt?
Posted by: Austin Poindexter | 06/09/2010 at 08:56 AM
Poems make me alive, especially those ones that are very inspiring! They make me happy when times are blue.
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Posted by: SophieTorres1 | 08/03/2011 at 10:26 PM