Mark Me
Tattoo your inner demons
all over my body
Lay your glance next to my heart
Touch my soul
Tattoo your inner demons
all over my body
Lay your glance next to my heart
Touch my soul
I’ve started to figure that Performance Poetry or Spoken Word does not have to conform to specific rules. I’m choosing to interpret the form as an oral sharing of an idea, an emotion or a story. This could rhyme or not, it could involve gestures or not, could include voice…
It could be a lot of things. Commitment. A bribe. A power game. Love? Not necessarily. And there are things that have got nothing to do with sex. Like good looks. Religion. Rebellion. Daddy issues. Mommy issues. Alcohol. Everybody has a problem with sex. This is because everybody has problems….
A music lesson is also a conversation between a predator and his prey. Lolita writes a poem.
When we talkThe words are like well-worn pathson the grasslands of ideasAnd if you or I should suddenly run acrossthe lush grasses that no feet have worn a path in,The other would be sure to follow. When we talkEver so often, I find myself floating in air, as I do…
Krishna said, “Whatever you do, do it as an offering to me.”
As I read a story about fairytale characters in New York, my childhood comes back to me. I remember why my fanciful notions were set that way. I’m angry.