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Posted 7 months ago

A few days ago I wrote the poem called Hush (words below). It was quite well received and I had a lot of requests that I read this piece as a spoken word. I was happily obliging that request  this evening (for #SpokenWordSaturday) when a melody came to me and I had a revelation that it would make a great lullaby-esque song. So I spent a few minutes on the piano and ukulele fleshing it out and this is the video I recorded at 3:30 am.

I’m not sure if this still qualifies as “Spoken Word” for Saturday but I’ve tagged it as such anyway :)

Hush

Hush inner monologue
Do not dog me here
This line is closed for tonight
I want to keep my mind clear

Hush little instinct
It is not linked as you fear
I am surrounded by walls
And by those I hold dear

Hush intuition
There is not one threat so near
You are jumping at shadows
And how dark they appear

Hush little voices
You bring no joys with your jeers
I need only a moment
With a mind that is clear

Posted 7 months ago

This is a video storyboard I have created for the dramatic reading of Equal: A Speech. I really feel passionately about this topic and I would love to see a message such as this be accepted by more than hippies like me. Below is a poetic prose introduction.

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I am physical pacifist, a vocal activist, a man with a view of the world that is perhaps too simple; simple in theory, simple in strategy, complex in installation. I am one man who is a grain of salt beside humanity which is a grain of salt beside the universe and eternity. I am one man who holds no grudges even though I have been cut enough times to be nothing but scar tissue.

I see the man next door, the man next city, the man next state, the man next country, and I see a man. I see the woman from the city that beat my team, from the state that voted against my rights, from the country the warred against my homeland, and I see a woman. I see a CEO whose company put mine out of business, and I see a father, a brother, a son. I see a lawyer whose firm took my house through a loophole, and I see a wife, an aunty, a daughter.

I see common ground through breath and through heartbeat. I see common goals through my loneliness and their love. I see invisible walls between them and me because they do not see what I see.

I see peace, I see love, I see humanity.

I breathe, they breathe, I believe we are equal.

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