Slam Saturday

Like I've stated before I have an immense love for slam poetry as well as an immense fear of ever actually doing it myself. So since it's Slam Saturday I'm going to share some of my favorites with you. While some of it can be really serious I thought our first foray could be light...and a little cheeky.

My best friend turned me on to Rives. This was the first poem of his I heard and 2 years later I still check it out regularly. Do you like it? Happy Saturday

Today's Dabble in Poetry

I haven't written many poems lately. And I have a thousand excuses as to why. But that's not important. Before I immerse myself in Hell Week. I wanted to share this with you.

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I could call her my first love

But I wouldn't want to put that much pressure on her

To me she was always delicate

Mine to protect

I could say that it was epic

But then I'd be guilty 

Of trivializing  a situation that was much more

Than a lowly adjective

I could have crushed her

Under the weight of all that I felt 

Take her by surprise with the emotions 

That nearly blew me away

I settle on calling her nothing but her name

Accepting that maybe she's just supposed to float in and out of my life

Teaching me...grooming me

Until I find the girl I yearned for her to be

I could call her many things

But today I settle for Sarah

I love you for stopping by

Hey little girl, Hey young woman, Hey Mother, Hey Aunt, Hey Sister...You need to see this

Fun Fact: Most of my time spent on youtube  is spent watching things that are supposed to be funny and Spoken  Word. Spoken Word is an art form that I enjoy very much but have never had the balls to do. I never felt like I was good enough.
Fun Fact # 2: My donor...my father...he is great at it.So perhaps it's in my blood. Blood I sometimes wish I didn't have but that is another thing. Another post. Another time. Moving on.

I found a poem on youtube today that I honestly wish every woman in the world could see. But I can only share it with the people who see this. Do me a favor and share it. Let's makes some traffic. This is for the beautiful women who don't get treated as they should. For those who willingly accept less than they deserve. I'm giving this to you. I'm giving Zora to you. I love her and you should too.

Maybe sharing spoken word will become a feature around here. What do you think? 

Today's Dabble in Poetry

In Hindsight

Maybe it has always been this way

Perhaps it was obvious

To someone who is not a slight optimist

That something was a little strange

Past occurrences tainted by the bitter feelings attached to the present

Feeling not exactly melancholy

But resigned to unprecedented stupidity

Still this heart would like to believe

That deep down somewhere the blooming flower was not just a brightly colored weed

Misleading into perceiving beauty which in truth only served to spread and infect with its malicious intent

Its a possibility that rose colored glasses have been covering the eyes of the beholder up until this moment

Making every instance of beauty and mirth a fleeting mirage

An illusion to placate the starving heart

One day this all may be looked at through different eyes

Felt with a heart marred with more experience

Examined by a brain with more intelligence

Idealism and naivete have most likely painted stars in these eyes

So now with a detached sort of awareness one feels a dull hurt and a kind of sharp sense of satisfaction

However apparent youth happens to be in the quarreling corners

It is amazing to behold the maturity and grace that have come from the depths of this heart and mind

Yet to be explored

Maybe it was always supposed to be this way

Some lessons are always learned the hard way

There is a faint feeling of loss

Being overshadowed however by this growing sense of gain

Perspective gained by the loss of evanescent skewed adoration

The loss of rose tinted view of the situation

Perhaps the price albeit painful is fair

Maybe in the long run it is absolutely the best thing