Flex your philosophy
under the influence
Oh weak hearted,
don’t you know that life is meaningless?
will you find value,
or just pretend?
To love is to know,
To love is to live
In time you will find
what this perplexing
Some poems belong in the dawn.
"I begged solitude to take me tenderly as I slept."
Didn't you know?
Death is the poor man's doctor.
"I deny. I deny. Not anymore.
I worship him."
You see, turning water into wine
is the same thing
into liquid gold
"I drank the gold
and it plagued my gut,
I scream at solitude to come take me."
Do you think monsters fall in love too?
"Monsters fall and tumble and fracture.
They fall the hardest;
it's humans who don't."
Oh, but how can you be so sure?
"I've seen both, I've been both."
Tell me about the crimes
that are your lovers and your ghosts.
"Both have given me kisses,
both have left with blood on my wrists."
Greetings wearing thin
"Don't you think what prophecy did to sleeping beauty
was better than what the prince did to her?"
Like mother said,
pick your poisons wisely.
(In a vacant church Little Girl and Big Man sit on a parish
a few feet apart, in between them lies a book titled"My Feelings".)
(The curtain opens. Little Girl sits staring at Big Man. Big Man gets up and goes to the statue of himself in front of them for a closer look.)
Big Man: Will talking in person really make a difference?
Little Girl: I like to think it does.
Big Man: (turns to look at her incredulously.) What wishful thinking, you're so naïve.
(Little Girl opens her book and starts to read aloud.)
(Big Man cuts her off with a noise every time she starts to say something until she falls silent.)
Big Man: Just as I thought, it doesn't change anything.
Little Girl: But you don't-
Big Man: (cuts her off again.) You just can't let things go, that's your problem. I told you I didn't want to do this, yet you dragged me out here. It didn't accomplish anything!
Little Girl: That's because you don't even want to listen or try to talk, you just want to yell and blame me!
Big Man: That's enough, this conversation is over. (Walks off stage right.)
(Little Girl screams in anger and throws "My Feelings" at the Big Man Statue.)
(The Curtain closes.)
I wanted to try something a little different! I've never written stage directions or a play before but I thought this would be a nice change. I didn't really convey the raw anger or passion, nor was it the scene what I originally wanted but maybe it's a step in the right direction. Trying out different styles is neat. Not happy with this piece though but... oh well.
Texts and Twitter and emails have replaced conversation
Statements and replies are so fast and thoughtless , merely instant
People walk side by each silenced with gadgets across the nation
Things designed to bring us closer have made us distant
No one has time to reflect anymore during a slow talk
Emoticons have replaced our inclinations and gestures
Hands are now full and not together during meals or a walk
The physical contact during a conversation, the touch to a forearm, has lost its texture
Cold questions one after another on screens , no more lively banter
Science and technology have quieted our ways, made us so smart
Once we talked deeply and overheard at restaurants were murmurs and laughter
In a few short years conversation and discussion have lost the their art
I people watched while travelling the other day. I saw very few conversations. Thank you SR
Did you know that
if you pour fat on a stone
God will eat it and
chip his teeth
Did you know that?
Is that, ...literal?
did God once bite a man's flesh
consuming his shoulder;
like a pork shoulder?
Did God do that?
Maybe God just shouldered,
...the burden of...
silly men and teacher's tales?
Maybe he didn't chip his teeth at all?
Perhaps he swallowed something ridiculous?
I don't know,
Believe what you like...
From space the Peloponnese,
appear like a chewed-up shoulder.