Poetry Reading

I just got back from an open mic poetry reading. It was just me and my Friends from the poetry club at first, but more people gradually filtered in. Most of them didn't read, but all of my friends and I did. I started by reading a poem that I wrote called "Reflections" I'll post it here, you can read it if you like. It is one of my better works.

Reflections

Have you ever stared into space?
I mean really stared,
Gazing into the fullness of everything,
Yet seeing the emptiness of a,
Deserted airport,
Or a dessert night.

Watching the rhythm,
That only you can see,
Yet the true nature of it,
Completely eludes even you,
It scratches at the door frame edges of you consciousness,
And entices you to open up,
But when you do there is nothing there,
Just a void,
An empty dock,
A blank page.

Do you know what I mean?
Or am I just going crazy;
Even if I am,
What I write makes sense to me,
Well, mostly.

I guess I don’t even know,
What my pen creates,
It is nearly a mystery to me,
Well,
Anyway,
My shoes are squeaking,
And the wind softly stirs my hair,
With its lover’s hands,
Life,
As sweet and disgusting as only it can be,
Flows around me,
The traffic of millions of dramas,
And I am one of them, just an atom.

I will soon be gone,
From this green park,
Oh, but it is seems so safe now,
So peaceful and cool,
A grassy fortress with no walls,
But I must depart,
And this,
My words that the park has never yet heard,
And only sensed,
Will be just one in millions upon millions of mellow-dramas,
That this park has witnessed,
I am just one,
In untold millions.

Maybe I should write,
‘bout villainy,
And goodness,
And peace and love,
But all I can say is avoid the first,
Stay true to the others,
I could tell you what I believe:
That every man,
No matter the color of his skin hair eyes,
Is nevertheless,
A man,
And every woman no matter the color of her eyes hair skin,
Is still a woman,
They are your brothers and sisters no matter what their religion or philosophy,
So I believe that you should treat us well.

I could tell you that.

Love is the highest achievement,
And death is part of life,
But you already know this don’t you?

No?
Then what do you believe?
Please tell me,
I want to know,
Let’s sit down, have a cup of coffee,
And just talk about it.

So come,
Stare into space with me,
And on the empty canvass of this full universe,
We’ll paint our lives.


Well after that, Ryan who works at the cafe, that hosted the Reading; read an amazing piece. It had a wonderfully strong rhythm and awesome rhymes. All the poems that I heard were amazing. After that first piece that I read, I just free styled. Free styling is very very fun, you get so into it and just say what's on your mind. The whole gig was an amazing amount of fun!! It had the feel of a family gathering, without the turkey and arguments. I can't wait till the next one on April 11 at The Applesauce TeaHouse.