Spoken Word

"Art for art's sake is a philosophy of the well-fed." - Frank Lloyd Wright

Remi Kanazi  A POEM FOR GAZA   I never knew death until I saw the bombing of a refugee camp Craters filled with disfigured ankles and splattered torsos  But no sign of a face, the only impression a fading scream I never understood pain Until a seven-year-old girl clutched my hand Looked up at me with soft brown eyes, waiting for answers But I didn’t have any  I had muted breath and dry pens in my back pocket That couldn’t fill pages of understanding or resolution In her other hand, she held the key to her grandmother’s house But I couldn’t unlock the cell that caged her older brothers They said, we slingshot dreams so the other side will feel our father’s presence A craftsman Built homes in areas where Palestinians no one was building And when he fell, he was silent A .50 caliber bullet tore through his neck shredding his vocal cords continue....

Shantay Monique    Hope?     What hope?     Hope for a world consisting of inconsistencies of hoods on top of garbage dumps  in India, Bangladesh, Cambodia, Bronx, NY - - - -  Co-ops rise above   piles of nasty   smelly  nauseating garbage   the concrete below   sinks a quarter of an inch every year   it’s on top of a swamp Co-op City in Bronx, NY kids run deep killing each other     continue...

Ahmad Tamimi  demonize me insult and anti semiteize me  just let my children be give them sweet moments to remember  in a childhood of living peers no hate or hidden fears let them write ahappy stories of fun times between soccer teams screaming joyful cheers the white & blue  playing gazan teams' write aliving heros' story  unlike mine  of the queen of martyrs' an angel that died for me  march 16 0f 2003 r. i. p my hero rachel corrie give to them my inocence that died on that dark day of the ninth month of 1982 do you remember when i met my fate  you had southern lebanon to your back  running to celebrate  it was you  the big gun was yours  it killed tristan anderson too mine were also fatal wounds  from mothers tears that pour  for innocent blood that pours from refugees that lived poor  from 48 to 82  to die in a blood pool  where mine spilled is where i filled my weapon the pen my tool

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Krishna Miles Hayes      Outer body head trip Salvation’s regeneration’s succumb to past encounters amounting to the symbolic reactor cores of vast alike kindred positioned in the major space to face lurid details of life’s cuckold sheep eyed in the atmosphere of integration sensations major facets in the factory of experience reality vividly vices the court yards of my deliverance Angels who sound like Pablo Neruda praying about love and the such a touch of dosed pendulum tenements percentages of life momentum swing from the facets universal tuning forks reality possess the gestures of harmonic river kids living in the responsible life regeneration orations of silver coated wings Human beings abstract the connection of linear life facts Performing in the heart of arts destiny rising destination redefining Positive accounts all delivered wisdom rise signs times of minds Some different doing well works and not in vain proclaims The survivor type alike you know the freedom shuffle hop skip shuffle to what worldly wisdom offers the format of life’s skill Instruments decipher the sounds of the sky of the stars of the march to see the face of mars beauty by far incriptions   As a finite giant stands taller than thoughts could perceive The righteous eye lord of the tall who and what is this giant standing taller than tall who is the one that we believe lets love conquer all dreams of dimensions trapped in our shells but for long and for how long long as the stem on a rose or the stem of your spine remember to balance and stand beyond time

Nicole Hale    Place In My Heart Of all of the things that I hold close to my heart I think of the thought of you Open my eyes to the thought of what love could be Living a whole life through I've got a place in my heart where the sun shines Even when everything is gray All that I own could be tossed in the fire And I would feel the same I've traveled the world and the seven seas And one thing I've learned to be true The things that you make and the things that you love Is all that will stay with you I've got a place in my heart where the sun burns Even when everything is cold All that I own could be feed for the wind storm And I would feel at home

Sea Shore Sea shore, sea shore take me away Got no reason why I should stay Left my love over three thousand miles away Got no dreams inside my head Lay into my foreign bed Let the darkness sleep over me

FalconLee FOUR POEMS AND THREE SHORT STORIES       From Day to Day collection  by FalconLee      #1     Sadness, sorrow, fading world in death Last thoughts of new freedom That’s all we have now left   Coca-Cola, Exxon, Ford Spread everywhere oppression Cyber space and commerce People with no expression   continue...

#2    We need more information They give us power Improve this world Right now is sour   Emancipation   Better yourself Knowledge yourself Better yourself This place is Hell Better yourself Do it for me Do it for them Better yourself   Wars are raging Occupations shutter Cover over cover-ups By conglomerate spoil Lies by the mass media True is hard to discover continue...