Just one of my slam poems:
When I was young I used to day dream about light beams that would take me to the sun
And I’d sit upon those golden rays, watching the world pearl-grey-
Spiral around that terrifying universe.
When I was sixteen, I traded my day dreams about light beams for the hopes of becoming home coming queen,
Then I realized I was really stupid,
I mean look at me, I’m not even a blond.
So out of bitterness I turned to literature,
And read all about nonconformity and scripture
And came to the conclusion that: Christ, the savior is dead,
A martyr for his generation.
Who will save ours? No one.
We all bear our own crosses without confession,
Without redemption,
Without salvation.
Sinners are sell-outs,
We are all guilty,
Products of an evolution of apathy.
Those sensitive are stoned, put out of their misery-
They’re not victims, they’re saints!
They’re angels!
The Bible is burning but it gives no heat,
Christ is dead and so are we!
Are we? Are we? Listen to that cold metronome, tick-toking, tick-toking, reciting all our wrongs
Ya know when I was young I also knew that some day the sun would turn blue and in that time the stars would grow heavy and dark and fall upon the Earth,
And in that time we would be praying to the scientists, and the scientists would be praying to God but to no avail! No avail!
Shh…Listen now….
Do you hear that noise that triumphs the tick-toking, tick-toking? It’s all of us pulsing.
And if we’re not dead, we must be alive. And if we’re alive we must be young!
And as long as I’m young I’ll continue my day dreams about light beams that will take me to the sun,
And I’ll sit upon those golden rays, watching the world pearl-grey, dance around that beautiful universe.
