Hm. Fuck.
I can’t think of anything
Though thinking of that was thinking of something
Recognition of nothing
As recognized
Deluxe double fuck yeah fries
Sometimes I think I’ve died inside
But really I just forget that I’ve never been more alive
Never had more drive
To survive
Now I thrive.
Emerald Light abounds
Secrets continue to profound
The sting of solitaire pledge
Has still not lost its edge
But changing perspective is a good directive to ones objective
Making change effective
Whoah
Mind blown
But I’m only reaping the seeds that I’ve sown
I’m only translating into human words
All the things I’ve been shown
Curveballs thrown from the throne
Of the Gods
Hit it out of the park
And see the Gods nod
Respect is always earned
Seemingly difficult to learn
The Burn
Of not receiving respect given fucking sucks
Choosing your battles
Is choosing where to give your fucks
Or to even give them at all.
To just sit and sip your coffee
And watch Rome fall
It will, trust me
Whatever the Roman metaphor means to be
Its attempted eloquently
But I wonder if I come off more pretentiously
My message of respect, love, and light
But if you perceive pretension
That is just my lights reflection off of your ethereal mirror
Has anything become clearer?
I visit a Seer every night in my dreams
I just don’t think I’m deemed worthy to remember
Yet, I don’t know
Maybe not
Worth a shot
I guess it beats the rest of the alternatives
The mental self-sacrilege
Package it
Wrap it
In three layers of plastic
And dick-slap you with it
The screams just a daily symphony
Of the people lined up for their lobotomies.
Everyone
Is
Broken
Somewhere
Could be here
Or there
That’s not what’s at hand
Taking command of that realization
Supporting each other comes into the equation.
Our thoughts are interwoven as fabric
Collective thought energy like static
Can you feel it,
Raising your arm hairs
Gaining insight to your petty cares
Those little energy flares
Chakra imbalances,
Long stares for being one who dances
One who chances against life and death,
Take a deep breath
Thank the goddess it’s not your last
That you haven’t gotten lost to the demons of your past
The things you’ve cast aside
The times your faith in humanity belied you
And tried you
Had nothing to do
With anything true
Nothing to do with you, little hummingbird
When you cast light like this
You will get many broken reflections back
A fat stack
Of mirrors out of whack
There are times
When the weights a bit heavy
I just keep rockin’ rhymes
And keep rockin’ steady
Energy burst forth like a cannon of confetti
Flying through life like Mario Andretti
I’m ready for anything
And down for whatever
Open up your mind
And pull the fucking lever
Neverwinter
Got a splinter
What the fuck is Tinder?
Hindrance in evidence
Circumspect
Back to respect
And the effect of getting wrecked
Which demands a certain respect itself.
Losing control is nothing to be taken lightly
Rightly so the same could be said for gaining.
In a reality where truth is waning
Societies self-shaming prolific
The shit’s horrific
It makes me sick
Bite-size pieces of politics
The rhetoric’s ridiculous
The reveloution’s inconspicuous
The trick you just tried
With no conviction in mind
Eating this watermelon down to the rind?
Now that kind of commitment can be hard to find
That particular tilt of mind can mean greatness
But watch out for fake-ness
Know that it can’t shake this awareness
You’ve created,
Obligated to make the haters feel deflated
I deflate them with love
Even a little is enough
When you’ve lived your whole life in darknes\Bs
Even a matchstick can blind you
Remember narrow-neck?
Kinda like that, but with your third eye
Beautiful birds fly by
And I’m super high
Flying with them
Fully embrace the Earth Mothers’ rhythm
Never quittin’ this vision spittin’
Well I suppose I’ll quit at the end of the page
Six minutes is only so long to rage
So take in Sage
Smoke when you can
It’s knowledge I seek
I’ll be back next week,
With poetry unseen
So PLUR motherfuckers.
And stay classy Eugene!
Written 7/10/15 Specifically to be read at a weekly poetry open mic based in Eugene, Oregon.
Have you a video of you reciting this?
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Actually one could be found. There was a time when these weekly poetry readings were live-streamed to youtube, let me find it and I will get back to you momentarily.
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Hey Koh,
Really enjoyed this poem. In your comment on the thread you asked for some feedback, so I thought I might give you a few things to consider, and then you can delete this comment if you’d like.
I really enjoy the rhythm that you create through enjambment and also short fragmented phrases and ideas – which probably reflect as your title suggests, rapid streams of consciousness.
Minor Editing: Possessive apostrophe – one’s objective and God’s nod.
Considering punctuation – I noticed that you use full stops in some lines. Perhaps – you could consider a few more places to include these? As I said – I think that the run on lines (enjambment) that you use is really powerful – but, I think you can also consider where you want people to pause for a moment. – hyphens are also powerful here as they cause a natural pause. Perhaps after “Recognition of nothing –“
Perhaps – a stronger place to end your poem would be ‘Well I suppose I’ll quit at the end of the page/ Six minutes is only so long to rage.’ And, perhaps this is because I miss the PLUR and Eugene references.
Apologies if this came across as too much – I’m an English teacher so it’s probably a bad habit of daily feedback. I really enjoyed reading it and followed your blog.
I’ll leave another comment that you can leave up if you’d like
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Yeah no that awesome. Thank you so much for you input. Gods nod was as it was intended, referring to multiple Gods nodding and not a nod that belonged to the gods. One’s was a mistake, thank you for pointing that out. I just found out from watching the video that I didn’t read it as an acronym, that I read “Peace love unity respect motherfuckers, and stay classy Eugene!” Which is a movie reference to Anchorman: Legend of Ron Burgundy where he says “Stay classy San Diego” And thank you on the tips of enjambment, It’s something I’m getting used to, because I would write my poetry to read, and save paper, not to present, so lines, periods, stops, indents, are a completely newfound art to me, and I really appreciate your advice of consider where I want the reader to pause for a moment. I want to leave this up though, maybe someone else can learn from your words. Thank you for your input I will read some of what you have immediately.
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The link is here, my part starts at about 31:50. Luckily I dated this poem so it was semi-easy to find.
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