https://on.soundcloud.com/PvvjP
#PhoenixReborn #spokenperformance #spokenword #brokenpoet2

🕊This was me before the TBI that claimed so much of my life. I have only recently been allowed to, with approval from doctors, to know of them.
Reborn..us..the Phoenix, written and spoken by me @ wispofsilence foldupthesky , on #SoundCloud give a listen if you wish..
https://on.soundcloud.com/PvvjP
#brokenpoet2 #spokenword #spokenperformance

chaque jour mon cœur est brisé ...
et pourtant je respire

quelle joie cette putain de vie

#brokenpoet2

Come. Let me show you..
What soft rain and " oh god " Sundays are good for..
#brokenpoet2

and I want
at the end of my days,
to hold a wrinkled hand
to see brave tears
on a lovely crinkled face..
and know this was love..
This
Was
Love
I want a love that will destroy a Phoenix every fucking time
Just to know it will be reborn
#brokenpoet2

To live this life is to capture
poetry in crystallized strands
Like webs tangled
around your senses
To take each one
and weave as if on loom
A present
To be opened by another
To be felt
as soft as cashmere
or as prickly as burlap

For if words are not felt
the poet has failed

#brokenpoet2 #lostconversations

even neighbors were coiled like snakes
picking bones
their voices strained with numb
and as I bent to pick up the yellowing Sunday paper the night was suckling Monday's teat
a fucking stray dog looked me in the eyes
and took a shit on my lawn
I saluted him in a silent agreement
and closed the door

#brokenpoet2

Seems like a good day to walk back into the forest and say I'm sorry I ever left
and hope it can forgive me

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If only..

written and spoken by me
years before my TBI
wispofsilence foldupthesky faith4verlives #SoundCloud #myphoto #myglasses #myhope #unitednations #humanrights #thinkingcap2 #brokenpoet2

Listen here.. https://on.soundcloud.com/E4HdL

Odd how over a lifetime
we give pieces of ourselves away
and yet never quite seem to empty..
So tell me, love..
how can that not be but beautiful..

#brokenpoet2 #lostconversations

most walked around so perfumed
even their asses smelled of jasmine
but there were a few if you took the time to look that had a scent of opened intestines and bleach

those are the ones I gravitated towards..

those that fucking reeked of living

#brokenpoet2 #lostconversations

Will you find me among the rain? she asked

Yes

And you'll remember to kiss me like French poems and yesterdays?

Always

#brokenpoet2

Don't leave me for a second,
my dearest, because in that
moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander hazily over all the earth,
asking, will you come back?

Will you leave me here, dying?"

Pablo Neruda
#myphoto #brokenpoet2

Night always had a way
of showing you your true self
And it didn't give a crap
whether or not
you were ready for that much truth ..
So tonight you best grab the scotch,son..cause it's a real clusterfuck #brokenpoet2

some times I need to be taken like breath

#brokenpoet2

All these dead memories
walking around in these taunting skinsuits
For fucks sakes,man
Are there no more grave diggers..

#brokenpoet2

it was more a steady mist than heavy drops at first ..
of a society beaten down
later it became the kind of driving rain an umbrella could not shield you from..

a breaking of heart and spirit
both somehow useless
in a time of grieving

#brokenpoet2

Excuse the mess,my darling..I am at war

#brokenpoet2

The problem with sitting at the bar all night was there's always some hazy grey mirror on the back wall staring at you.
Shit, I already felt the spindly fingers of society's sad desperation gripping the back of my throat I certainly didn't need to fucking witness my sad role in it

#brokenpoet2

I felt the weighted pity of birds today

#brokenpoet2