spoken word at the uptown arts bar

they stood beneath the spotlight

underneath the dancing dust
that drifted and fell in lazy patterns
and clung to their lashes like snow, yet they stared ahead

they stood beneath that heavy light
and took hazy swirls of smoke
upon their shoulders, they stood
so serenely

beneath the light that blinded
them from the crowd
they stood and spoke
in an effortless tongue that felt
and fell upon surrounding ears

and I could never see
myself in them. They were another species,
I, just a detached observer
taking in a spectacle,
like animals at the zoo.

they stood beneath the spotlight
that cast so much blinding light
onto every inch of who they were
and they couldn’t hide
behind the rusted microphone stand

and when they spoke
they were anything but caged

they were so
very, very free

depth

swimming
through shallow
pools,
it’s easy to get stuck,
perhaps your head
is at the surface
and you’re breathing,
like everyone else is,
but you’re
still.
diving
into open
waters, perhaps
it’s impossible
to tread or float or breath
submerged in depths
you’ve never seen,
you may be all alone,
but at least you’re
moving.

pulse

if we repeated the same words
again and again, like heartbeats
keeping pace with life, like drumbeats
shouting above the melody,
calls of meaning and rushes of sound
that keep time with our rhythm

it’s like we want something to change
it’s like we need something to end
but those words just keep beating,
like my heart for you.

the omniscient sound

it’s the song for the wandering man
lost somewhere south of France
for the one who believes in madness
and lives in a starlit trance

it’s the song for those who can’t decide
if time is worth the wait
it’s for those who live in the valley
to hide from mountains of hate

it’s the song for those who chase
but can never reach the edge
the song about that forgotten match
flicked from the 8th story ledge

it’s the song that was sung by odysseus
as he sailed the immortal sea
the one that was sung by the crowds
as they lifted the gates and ran free

be it heroes or dreamers, those who fly
and the ones who have simply joined hands
it’s a song for those who can see eternity
in carvings in the sand

it’s the song that reminds us that even though
we stand dispersed beneath our sun
there’s a force that tethers us all to its words
and has turned our souls into one