Thursday, July 9, 2015

Inside the circle


picture by Alex Grey


She's the river bed & when she touches skin
silt swirls -
                        strands of her hair, pitch black corn silk,
                                                               catches wind
dancing
                   drum - d - drum - d - d - drum

(breathe in)

                     Da old man, rump - a - bum,
got rags tied to him,
                                  He is the mountain
                                  they are his flags
                                  bring him Mahomet

how many billions will never have a monument,
and in a hundred years - it will be torn down
by revisionists
                         he hums
& the ground shakes
                                        rah - ha - bum
                                              rah - boom
gramma  - ra - shoom,
someone's son, daughter, mother, lover,
shorts, jeans, leather, long hair,
horse & tight bun

                              10 - 30 - 100

hearts beating at once like tongues
                                  all with one voice,
                     but separate
& no neck ties,
                       cuff links or dollar signs
                                        to measure worth / make one less
or oppress - lose your life to live it,
but you gotta live the life - or bow
dow-n to the golden cow
                                   this is the America - n   dream,
in which capitalizm married democracy   a republic,
cause they all look like & represent US,
                                           what---?

                                              We,
                               Vandals, savage, kings,
                                       broken things
                               all shattering at once
                                         to mosaic //
                                  eclipting our fictions

Ditta - d - dah - ta
rum - bidda - run - bidda
Ditta - d - dah - ta

She turns the earth on her palm,
                                                   effortless ---
how can you not be moved,
                                flowers spring forth, breath
His hands keep us,
                         warm - our lungs
                                are wings - we won't use
                                          but fly we will

when fingerprints are the currency
in the pangea of our minds.
                                                       bum - dea -
                                                           ba - dum


23 comments:

  1. that sounds like a really cool performance - and much more than that as well... the rhythm of a drum can get under the skin and release all kinds of emotions - esp. when played skilled and passionately... love how you translate the movement and rhythm for us here

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  2. Oppression, survival of the fittest, culture, societal norms and broken dreams, and love all entwined in this piece. Brilliant read.

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  3. Your words sing like wisdom
    Your visuals give mother earth life and energy

    My gosh! you brought this poem to a magnificent perfection.

    I love this poem very, very much. You have a way with words. :)

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  4. There is like a song for the imperialism that has been written about.. all the signs are there.. there are so many angles to read it from, but that is the angle that was most clear to me.

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  5. I love the music in this, and these lines:
    We,
    Vandals, savage, kings,
    broken things
    all shattering at once
    to mosaic //
    eclipting our fictions"

    such a powerful image.

    Your words break earth's heart wide open.

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  6. most of us ignore or just can't hear the rhythm anymore. you, however... ~

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  7. ... definitely a lovely and powwow appropriate poem ... smiles ... so get up and dance, X ... smiles ... https://www.youtube.com/embed/wqBzdNpnyYY?rel=0&controls=0&showinfo=0 ... Love, cat.

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    1. That is a pretty rocking 9 year old.

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  8. Well obviously the hippie, free-spirited, riding-the-wind sounding lines are my favorites ... like the first 7 lines. Also these:

    "hearts beating at once like tongues"

    "broken things all shattering at once to mosaic // eclipting our fictions" (Do you mean eclipsing?) ... Ecliption is a metal band, in case you were wondering.

    10 - 30 - 100

    I love this, for some reason. Because it surprises me, I guess ... a locker combination is the first thing that comes to mind. Obviously out of place, but that's what I'm going with. That makes the chick with the tight bun the guy's English teacher. "capitalizm" ... the misspelling makes me think of the other kind ... capitalizing letters. If he keeps telling her to "sh," she's probably going to pop his knuckles with a ruler.

    Love this:
    "She turns the earth on her palm,
    effortless ---
    how can you not be moved,
    flowers spring forth, breath
    His hands keep us,
    warm"

    And my favorite ... the very ending: "dea ... dum[b]"

    I want to go to this groovy party. They're all dancing, smoking dope, and free-loving each other like good (bad?) little flower children.

    More hippie poems, please. This was the bees' knees.

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    1. Or ...

      "Lovely!"

      Is that better?

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    2. Ha. I know the bee's knees.

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    3. It was so good that it felt like there were multiple bees. I like to make it plural because it makes more sense to me. But you can correct me too. ;)

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  9. Here, here, amen, and all that. This is wonderful. Love the rhythm, the sounds, but the words, oh those words that reveal freedom - I can dance all night. Bravo!!!

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  10. Pangea! Such a great word--and the bum ditty is so great here too. I don't know your political persuasion but wonder if you heard all of O's Amazing Grace speech; it was in my opinion quite amazing. Thanks as always for your heart. k.

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  11. I enjoyed the rhythm as well as the message!

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  12. Such a free rhythm, enchanting to read.

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  13. oh gosh you've outdone yourself I could hear it in my mind and it followed you to the end bum - dea -
    ba - dum
    Flows like the most incredible fountain, where all is endless and you are X bum -dea
    ba-dum

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  14. I felt each beat of the skin..this is one of my favorites of yours as I can totally connect with the experience.

    my favorite part...

    hearts beating at once like tongues
    all with one voice,
    but separate
    & no neck ties,
    cuff links or dollar signs
    to measure worth / make one less

    this is a time of freeing the spirit to feel and see what many will never know...I will always follow that beat...How can you not be moved when the earth moves and flowers arise...

    ha - now I will have to share something...

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  15. LOVED this!!!! WOW! Too many wonderful lines and phrases to repeat.A stellar write. I especially love your beautiful opening lines.....and, next, "she turns the earth on her palm."

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  16. Life in this chaotic world changes constantly. Love the rhythm of this and your dum da dums add a lot to it too. the monuments and esp the allusions to America - how really empty life is - we live on the surface only!

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  17. Helplessness and frustrations are echoed throughout this...

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