Valentine Pantomime - Original Spoken Word Poetry

(Sorry about the slightly out of sync audio, stupid webcam is being troublesome)

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For days it’s perfect, I walk the street feeling the heat under my feet, enjoying the comfort of a seat, smiling at strangers I happen to meet. New day and I walk the same line, it should be fine but there is something intruding on, pertruding from this divine; trying to dine on what I once called mine. There’s no—, no perceptible change, something strange, this off note that tends to float out of range. 

Stuffed toys, and the girls with  boys, posters, TV hosters, commercial boasters bringing me down with their ploys. And there’s the flowers, they’ve been idle for hours but they’re granted new powers because they’re bought on a thought, just as taught.  Because they know flowers are granted powers from the non-conforming guilt that they devour.

But … That’s my perspective, so subjective, tainted, it’s painted gray by my mind that is not selective with its directives.

Let’s get objective.

Turn the tables, make true my fables and the above is out, it’s gone with a shout, as I give this new day a new label, as glowing and stable as I am able. I’m not bitter, at least not outside this mind that I litter with the time that I fritter. Right now I’m a sitter but I am not a quitter and I get stronger  the longer I don’t dither.

For what it’s worth, I know, from birth there’s nowhere on this Earth you can’t look up and find some mirth. Focus a light and it’s only right that something will fall into the shadows of night. So I’m just going to hang tight, to get that illuminating burst, eliminating thirst, terminating worst, and culminating first into an entry, with no sentry back into the world fully nursed.

It’s easy to disperse and curse the Valentine pantomime but given time, you can climb back to your prime and you might find your hands dirty with the grime of what you labelled a crime.

So. Happy Valentines.

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