In My Head – Spoken Word Poetry

In My Head – Spoken Word Poetry

In My Head

Spoken Word Poetry.

A poem about the clash between expectation and reality.

An excerpt from Hello.

Shot on iPhone 7.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

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In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

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Hello is different.

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It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Yelling Back At Night

Yelling Back At Night

Yelling Back At Night

In my head I’m up there yelling back at Night, there’s a leonine aura shining brighter than lights off and on. There’s no off switch on this floodlight, but it’s not shining at me I’m aiming it right at The Man Upstairs, ‘cause He always comes downstairs for me, for us, for all of us. 

 

Ink and paper can’t keep the rumblings in, throw it out of the volcano, storm the gates of Olympus let’s go.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses, you know how it goes. Walking over the city with that stereo above the clouds, I wish I could crank the dial louder and louder, past the marks on the volume, past the marks on the walls, making this prisonsong my anthem.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Nightlake

Nightlake

nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes too long to run to you, travelling through stale air and over rusty telephone lines. I wish I could put this beating heart on a paper airplane and fly it to you, it’s been so long since I’ve held you. Wish I could send you the BPM, put a pulse out for you. Always a sky full of stars, I know you’ve got the same ones as I do, but even if you didn’t, even if there was an ocean between us, I’d be the first on The Orient to see those twinkling lights on the nightlake with you.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

In This Decade

In This Decade

in this decade

In this decade

                                                                    because it is hard

                     we will

                                                                                                            not because it is easy.

 

Light the torch, let’s sing this anthem into the night. They might not answer, maybe we’re all alone, maybe it’s just us. Just us and the stars. But we’ve got a lot of flags yet to be flown where the wind doesn’t go. The birds and the beasts stop short but we’ve got a sunset to fly past, rising over the new dawn, let’s go First Man won’t be the last.

 

If you do go, if you do walk out over the stars, let me come along so I can see Brilliance rising in this crumbling cosmos.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Westend Bus towards Wit’s End

Westend Bus towards Wit’s End

westend bus towards wit's end

I took the westend bus towards my wit’s end, pulling through the rain and the broken lights. It’s over, the birds have gone for Halcyon South, along with the music and the dance. Here we are, it’s a chilly winter’s day, no snow all tempest and graying leaves on the faded asphalt. Kiss the sun goodbye, it’s not going to kiss you back anymore, there will just be tears on pale cheeks and rivers long gone dry, ghost towns blowing in the dusty wind.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Asphalt

Asphalt

asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the world. Let’s get lost in the thickets, travel a million miles just to look in the mirror, you know how these there-and-back-again things go. Rev up the jeep, whip the dusty sheet off the morning sky, and take the open country through Wönderluste. Live off the land the map is not the territory hook up the jeep to the shooting stars sit back and keep all limbs inside the moving vehicle baby life is a rollercoaster And I Wanna Ride It All Night Long.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

The frame tilts on its side

The frame tilts on its side

the frame tilts on its side

The frame tilts on its side, all the way over and under the hills, through the woodlands, past the sailboats out fishing in that blue blue sky. I threw out the tablecloth and the table appeared underneath. Maidens a-singing waited on us, you and I, the both of us under that blue blue sky, in view of the woodlands, just beyond the rolling hills, rolling like sea billows and billowing smokelights. The Charger’s parked on the hilltop beside the great tree, hang a tire swing from the bough and flip on the lights, hang ‘em from that nightsky, it’s a picture.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

Take me in The Sienna

Take me in The Sienna

take me in the sienna

Take me in The Sienna, back to when we were kids and summer skies had nowhere to go but everywhere. Back when the backyard was the world and the world hadn’t gotten complicated yet, all the way back to the VHS player and the hallway stairs, back to I’m-sure-we’ll-make-do. Back when we’d taste the world and it tasted good, back when we’d stumble out in the dewlit mornings, stardust on the grass and fawns learning to walk, to run, to jump, to fly from the swing seat to the stars hanging from that sky. 

 

Take me back in The Sienna, back when we didn’t know shame. Take me back, back when Turtles and Patriots marched together, teaching us to hit a baseball, to catch a football, Shelter On The River. 

 

Innocence was not shattered in a million pieces back then.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.

The One Who Stays

The One Who Stays

the One who stays

It’s all static on the radio and wavering connections on the television, but The Light cuts through like a double-edged sword. 

 

It’s all meaningless cacophony, but He’s The Melody in the mess, The Voice That Speaks to the night and does Not Falter. 

 

All the others come and go, but The One Who Stays is by my side.

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I met a bear today.

I met a bear today.

a short storyI  put my bags up on the conveyor belt and was reaching for my shoes when I saw him....

Prisonsong

Prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses,...

Nightlake

Nightlake

Why are we so far apart? Why don’t these tired arms sprout wings and carry me to you? SMS takes...

In This Decade

In This Decade

In this decade                                                                     because it is...

Asphalt

Asphalt

Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...

Hello is different.

No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents. 

It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.