Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.
The Poet Speaks
(Spoken Word) I won’t lie, I’m enjoying doing these. I might occasionally post written poems. It’s good to change things up every once in a while.
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You can find more of my Spoken Word here
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Kanamm
Instrumentals: Pandaraps
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– O.D. ©2021
Art by: escume
Instrumentals: Matt Large
(Spoken Word)
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Art by: BillyNunez
(Spoken Word)
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You can find more of my Spoken Word here
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: BillyNunez
When it comes to my blog’s usual status updates. This is the new normal. (Spoken Word)
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Design-By-Humans
Time to put this series to rest. It’s the only way I see myself exploring other Spoken Word projects.
Links to all previous parts are here:
Thoughts Like A Theme Park (Part 1)
Thoughts Like A Theme Park (Part 2)
Thought Like A Theme Park (Part 3)
I talk about BLM and a couple other rambly things.
12 minute listen. Adjust your volume and use Earphones 😉
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: FreeMech
(Colorized photograph of O.D. and poetry at the beginning of time? Probably)
Thoughts Like A Theme Park (Part 1) * Thoughts Like A Theme Park (Part 2)
Had fun recording this piece, sprucing it with my crazy. If it wasn’t already clear, I’m trying to have this series be spoken word only.
Hope you enjoy listening to it (better with ear-phones)
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I’ve had to work these verses into a fine line once, twice
— And if I’m to admit, Its been far too many times
Re-writing, wondering whether I should use this word or that
Questioning the undulating flow — the unlikeliest of intonations,
As if that would by default help me appeal to a larger audience,
What I say carries little worth if I doctor it —
What is this? A competition for the less authentic?
Leave me out of it
I have nothing to add to a mound of the counterfeit.
I say my piece in a way that either leaves me loved or hated
No surprise when others choose to look and listen with a tinge of indifference
Hardly matters to me — After all, I have no cares to spare
That moment when you know what to say to keep people glued
But you choose not to say it because you don’t believe it to be true …
Well, that’s exactly where I am. Dead center in the smog of lies.
A smile goes a long way, but what does it amount to if it’s not real ….
Far from ideal, just another lie to pile onto other mounting lies —
Repetition walks a line that straddles muted insanity
And if you look at the periphery that’s exactly where I’ll be —
Mind is a walking carnival — think multiple rides with thoughts as lights
All rotating, levitating — taking their wielder further into space —
EEG displays Christmas tree brain —
Inspiration has and always will work like a switch
I plead guilty for repeatedly abusing it —
Cravings out of left field as I siphon another dopamine hit —
Attuned to the muffled rhythm of my heartbeat —
One of the few things that remind me that I still live —
“Your voice has a nice vibe” — their words, not mine —
I jam and I jive to life with poetry on my immediate side.
It’s hard to think of coming down
When you’ve played floor is lava using constellations as landings
But you won’t see me clipping my wings
— Not in this life, I’d rather stay far away from the ground
Even if it means my feet dangle over a trap door like a chained prisoner of war.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: SuperPhazed
Thoughts Like A Theme Park (part 1)
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And here is a recording I made for part 2 of this series. I wrote the entire poem below for those that prefer reading as I speak. I hear its more immersive that way.
You could otherwise gaze at the lovely art during the recording, that works too.
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Slow, steady and ever-so routinely,
Words cascade from parts of the universe unseen
Effortlessly drizzling, washing over me
As if my words have gained sentience in an attempt
To deem my vessel unclean.
There are many ways to say what I wish to say
But I only get one chance to say it my way.
A way that bridges me with my understanding of peace
Sometimes I feel I’ve found the answers I seek;
Like I’ve taken a long hard look at life’s tapestry
And from that, know exactly where I fit.
But that’s not how life tends to work, is it?
I balance my inherent strength and vulnerability
In ways reminiscent of a tight rope walker
Trying to maintain inertia — It all gets a little murkier —
As I guard my heart like I know nothing else
Like it’s all I’ve ever felt, I might as well — heart shattered, scattered,
Some pieces find themselves lost under the furniture —
Each time — the part that keeps me alive gets a little smaller.
I love fiercely, consciously, dare I say ridiculously
I love without expecting, I love like no one is watching,
I love because I can — but it’s within this dance
That I’ve begun to understand the limitations of man.
The love of my individuality
And the desire to connect whilst still being me
Oh, the persistent dichotomy, repeatedly unveiling itself in front of me —
This is why — this is why I sling ink to a maddening degree
Why I can’t stop myself from being entranced with this natural high
Why oh why do you do this to me?
The more I get better the more I run the risk of sounding a little crazier.
Erratic in my delivery,
I hit the beat and accompanying piece like I exist within each—
Rib-caged, I am the part that pumps blood;
I don’t believe in fate, but for this, I was certainly made,
And there’s nothing anyone can say to give my thoughts sway.
I lay back — absorbing the moment, wishing to have it framed
It’s the only one like it… and I wish to always have it…
But it’s only in letting it go that I make room for more.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: SuperPhazed
