KALEO - No Good (Official Video)

Can't fight the temptation
When you get the vibration
Won't do you no good
Won't do you no good

You better start running
When you hear the man coming
Won't do you no good
Won't do you no good

No we don't mind
If you don't mind
Hell I never mind

Don't let the mold break you
Let the feeling come take you
Won't do you no good
Won't do you no good

And you know I got fever
When you hit me right, you know you might as well
Won't do you no good
Said it won't do you no good

And I said, kiss your baby goodbye
Come on, love, it's alright!
Heaven knows they wanna break you apart, yeah

Kiss your baby goodbye
Come on, love, it's alright!
You never know unless you give it a try
Oh baby

Said do you no good

Can't fight the temptation
When you get the vibration
Won't do you no good
Won't do you no good
And you can tell I got fever
You try to shake it off, try it all you want
Won't do you no good
Said it won't do you no good

And I said, kiss your baby goodbye
Come on, love, it's alright
Heaven knows they wanna break you apart, yeah

Kiss your baby goodbye
Come on, love, it's alright
You never know unless you give it a try, oh yeah!

Yeah, yeah!
Whoa, yeah!
No, no, baby
Yeah!

Whoa yeah!
Want my sweet little baby
Whoa you're no good babe
Yeah!
I said yeah
One day yeah, baby!
Ah yeah!
Woo!
Oh yeah!

Impermanence

 

Impermanence

A dead man’s photo peers over my bed
The silent witness who lives in my blood.
Absence is the soul’s starvation diet.
I have been hungry since before I was born.

Plan for madness to heal you.
Plan for sadness to fly.
Plan for hope estranging your happiness.
It surely will.

The finite hours and days,
The years,
Dissolve with relentless measure
And apathy.

This will grieve your heart but release it.
You must not pull back: too late too late to stop.
You carelessly left your spirit alone,
Now seconds plunder its secrets

And take all.
Life perpetuates a feeble trick
on the frail mind:
A creation of memes
Moved by predestination

To obscurity.
The clock lightly ticks and then cocks its gun.
Aims between your eyes.
Are you ready?

-Kathryn Harper

I used James Galvin's Post-Modernism as the scaffold. I attempted to emulate the pace, syllables, and sentence structure. It was a tough exercise and I enjoyed it. 

“Memorial image #2” by jodene e, CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

A Bridge Too Far ... On Alex Pretti

Rising Appalachia - I Believe In Being Ready (Official Audio)

I believe in being ready
I believe in being ready
I believe in being ready

For the time is drawing near

Brothers, sisters please get ready
Brothers, sisters please get ready
Brothers, sisters please get ready
For the time is drawing near

Oh there’ll be signs and wonders
Oh there’ll be signs and wonders
Oh there’ll be signs and wonders
For the time is drawing near

We’ll turn round and just start over
We’ll turn round and just start over
We’ll turn round and just start over
For the time is drawing near

I believe in being ready
I believe in being ready
I believe in being ready
For the time is drawing near

I believe in being ready
I believe in being ready
I believe in being ready

For the time is drawing near
For the time is drawing near
For the time is drawing near

Crucifixion

Crucifixion

She wills him to leave.
He shred her with words and now
she is every slut who ever lived,
the Levite’s worthless concubine from Bethlehem
as she stands scrubbing under
stinging, steaming needles of water,
as she cooks him out from under
her flesh, now banana tender,
welting purple at the wrists, breasts, thighs.

He permeates her head, the
musky mushroom scent stubbornly
remains regardless how much
she retches and spits;
she bites the bar of soap as though
taking communion, seeking its promise
to trade cleanliness for evil.

She stands, trembling and heaving
from gut to fingertips
shaking bone deep cold,
and the blood,
the blood won’t stop,
evidence of a sacrifice
that was not his
to make.

-Kathryn Harper

“crucifixion” by Colectivo movimente, CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 

Xavier Rudd - Follow The Sun [official music video]

Follow, follow the sun

And which way the wind blows

When this day is done

Breathe, breathe in the air

Set your intentions

Dream with care

Tomorrow’s a new day for everyone

A brand new moon and brand new sun

So follow, follow the sun

The direction of the birds

The direction of love

Breathe, breathe in the air

Cherish this moment

Cherish this breath

Tomorrow’s a new day day for everyone

A brand new moon, brand new sun

When you feel life coming down on you like a heavy weight

When you feel this crazy society adding to the strain

Take a stroll to the nearest water’s edge, remember your place

Many moons have risen and fallen long, long before you came

So which way is the wind blowing

What does your heart say

So follow, follow the sun

And which way the wind blows

When this day is done

The Big Box of Crayons

 

 

 And... even if your box is small, more shades can be made when you mix them.

The Power of Poetry

The Power of Poetry 

with things falling apart
and anarchy let loose, 
 
it was only poetry, he found,
which had any use,

so he reached for his copy
of The Complete Works of Yeats

and bludgeoned the President
of the United States

-Brian Bilston

 

Photo: “Poetry” by Beppie, CC BY-NC-SA 2.0 

Paul Weller - I Walk on Gilded Splinters

Some people think they jive me
But I know they must be crazy
They don't see dey misfortune
Or else they just a little too lazy

I Walk thru the fire

An I Fly thru the smoke
I wanna see my enemies
At the end of my rope

I Walk on pins and needles
An I See what they can do
I Walk on gilded splinters
With the king of the Zulu

Singing
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gilded splinters
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gilded splinters

Till I burn up, Till I burn Up, Till I burn up.

I'm walking out of my coffin
Drink poison in my chalice
Pride begins to fade
And y'all will feel my malice

Put gris gris on your doorstep
Soon you'll be in the gutter
looking just like butter
A-a-and I can make you stutter

I Walk thru the fire
An I Fly thru the smoke
I wanna see my enemies
At the end of my rope

I Walk on pins and needles
An I See what they can do
I Walk on gilded splinters
With the king of the Zulu

Singing
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gilded splinters
Come to me giddi come come
Walk on gilded splinters

Till I burn up, Till I burn Up, Till I burn up.

A Contemplation

A Contemplation

My body is no longer my own. It contains a
sprout like a fiddlehead fern frond, curled
inward on itself.

Microscopic cells mystically multiply
with fervor, their intention known only
to themselves.

While I breathe, while I sleep, whether
I churn like a river or remain a placid lake,
this body has

Its own mission. Summer is coming.

-Kathryn Harper