Shit & Rainbows
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A spoken word piece about how life can run the gamut from horrid to happy. I've sunk to the lowest of lows and lead a life that is virtually unrecognizable today by those who know me from the outside. But I've also cleaned up, adapted and learned to love and appreciate things differently
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Whenever you discuss musicians,
It’s always:
“I liked their earlier work”;
And with superstar actors
It’s always:
“He used to be good,
now he’s a jerk”
Well as a poet I refuse to let time steal my creativity
Like the fake plumber who scammed his way to the Mona Lisa,
See tha,
Transgression
I endured for years
Was,
Well,
Interesting...
And even if I’m boring now,
Getting fatter, slower, older now
Hair line receding like Dracula slicked back now,
Even if I sound like a droning miserable adult at a day job now
I’ll always be a storyteller
Wordsmithing ninja,
Longhanded
Tongue thrasher,
Proverbially pinch ya,
Singe ya
With vocab,
A smoke stack of throw backs
Who knows that
There are several languages to convey through poetry,
But none as universal as truth.
So even if I’m not pushing plungers
For a rush today,
Even if the cushions that I’m under
Are more plush today,
Encompassed by less wall decay,
I’m happy to say,
I don’t need the dirt, grime and crime
To convey a compelling message,
The blood, crying and slime
From the C-section was just as descriptive.
So I’ll tell you about the magic moments,
The birth of a child,
Recognizing the worth of that first smile,
Two months in when I was beguiled
With that belly laugh,
That deep rolling giggle that you can’t possibly be unhappy around,
It was the actual
Pure
Real
Sound,
Of what happy is,
I mean,
If true joy
Was to take on its human form,
It would be a baby…
But a laughing baby of course,
See
That's the rainbow...
Certainly not a puking pooping,
Eyes goopy and drooping,
Leaking screaming,
Snotty nose dripping sneezing,
Mystical creature coughing and crying,
Where you’re like
“HOLY SHIT STOP FUCKING WHINING”...
No no no no no – just a laughing baby,
That uncontrollable hysteria when you hit the spot on their side,
I just can’t get enough of that spot right there,
That spot is the rainbow.
You see
Back in my day
It used to take
Two hundred dollars worth of heroin
To coax my face to even move.
Now it doesn’t hurt so much to smile,
In fact when I don’t,
It’s a disgrace.
Because once upon a time,
Enlightenment illuminated the blue blood
Burrowing through broken veins,
Picked up,
Polished,
And mended prominent pains,
Replaced hurt,
With peaceful strains
Of curiosity, bewilderment,
And humility.
A fascinating rainbow of emotions,
Once untouchable
And now there are sights and sounds
That cause a pause
Everywhere,
There are moments
Of clarity,
Moments where the disparity
Between shit
And rainbows,
Hits me like a bat.
Shit,
Being the days of raves,
Where early evening bass beats
Pushed passed dawn,
Leaving clubs with eyes buggin’,
Church bells chiming a dozen,
Half chewed face from ecstasy,
Loving some stranger standing next to me,
The perplexity
Of that moment,
Of shit,
Leaves me breathlessly...
Lucky,
I guess
There's no more shit in my spectrum,
There's reservoirs of metaphors
But I no longer dwell
On my near farewell.
So now I coin what once was shit,
As "less than stellar",
It's always something I can cope with,
It's within my rainbow whether
Agreeable or detestable
Because I'm no longer a sick, hypnotized, walking vegetable
There's no more shit in my spectrum
Just rainbows to tiptoe toward
It’s always:
“I liked their earlier work”;
And with superstar actors
It’s always:
“He used to be good,
now he’s a jerk”
Well as a poet I refuse to let time steal my creativity
Like the fake plumber who scammed his way to the Mona Lisa,
See tha,
Transgression
I endured for years
Was,
Well,
Interesting...
And even if I’m boring now,
Getting fatter, slower, older now
Hair line receding like Dracula slicked back now,
Even if I sound like a droning miserable adult at a day job now
I’ll always be a storyteller
Wordsmithing ninja,
Longhanded
Tongue thrasher,
Proverbially pinch ya,
Singe ya
With vocab,
A smoke stack of throw backs
Who knows that
There are several languages to convey through poetry,
But none as universal as truth.
So even if I’m not pushing plungers
For a rush today,
Even if the cushions that I’m under
Are more plush today,
Encompassed by less wall decay,
I’m happy to say,
I don’t need the dirt, grime and crime
To convey a compelling message,
The blood, crying and slime
From the C-section was just as descriptive.
So I’ll tell you about the magic moments,
The birth of a child,
Recognizing the worth of that first smile,
Two months in when I was beguiled
With that belly laugh,
That deep rolling giggle that you can’t possibly be unhappy around,
It was the actual
Pure
Real
Sound,
Of what happy is,
I mean,
If true joy
Was to take on its human form,
It would be a baby…
But a laughing baby of course,
See
That's the rainbow...
Certainly not a puking pooping,
Eyes goopy and drooping,
Leaking screaming,
Snotty nose dripping sneezing,
Mystical creature coughing and crying,
Where you’re like
“HOLY SHIT STOP FUCKING WHINING”...
No no no no no – just a laughing baby,
That uncontrollable hysteria when you hit the spot on their side,
I just can’t get enough of that spot right there,
That spot is the rainbow.
You see
Back in my day
It used to take
Two hundred dollars worth of heroin
To coax my face to even move.
Now it doesn’t hurt so much to smile,
In fact when I don’t,
It’s a disgrace.
Because once upon a time,
Enlightenment illuminated the blue blood
Burrowing through broken veins,
Picked up,
Polished,
And mended prominent pains,
Replaced hurt,
With peaceful strains
Of curiosity, bewilderment,
And humility.
A fascinating rainbow of emotions,
Once untouchable
And now there are sights and sounds
That cause a pause
Everywhere,
There are moments
Of clarity,
Moments where the disparity
Between shit
And rainbows,
Hits me like a bat.
Shit,
Being the days of raves,
Where early evening bass beats
Pushed passed dawn,
Leaving clubs with eyes buggin’,
Church bells chiming a dozen,
Half chewed face from ecstasy,
Loving some stranger standing next to me,
The perplexity
Of that moment,
Of shit,
Leaves me breathlessly...
Lucky,
I guess
There's no more shit in my spectrum,
There's reservoirs of metaphors
But I no longer dwell
On my near farewell.
So now I coin what once was shit,
As "less than stellar",
It's always something I can cope with,
It's within my rainbow whether
Agreeable or detestable
Because I'm no longer a sick, hypnotized, walking vegetable
There's no more shit in my spectrum
Just rainbows to tiptoe toward
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