Spoken

Black History Salute

The Sound of Poetry

No Security  - 6

Robert Lowell Reads His Poems

Skunk Hour

Robert Frost Reading His Own Poems

Mending Wall

William Butler Yeats Reads His Own Work

The Lake of Innisfree

“Always dreaming, dreaming on
always dreaming, dreaming on
always dreaming through the night
always dreaming until light
make it true, make it real
make me feel
make it true, humour me
set me free
always dreaming
make it true”

Dreaming Until It's True

Love in the Time of Despair
(Spoken Word)

Just come and
Lie your head in
the crook of my arm
Let me stroke your face
and run my fingers
through your hair
Let’s invest in Love
and the time
we have left
lets step together
into the Light
and dance forever
Dancing into that Dark Night

Love in the Time of Despair

One of your legs
is shorter
than the others.

Your identity rocks
with my shifting need.

Your brother is
a shattered stool
in a halfway house.

At the corner of
your orange seat,
a dog you mildly hated
has torn away the fabric.

There is talk
of your replacement:
some pine-effect smoothie.

You have been stood on
to take down the curtains.

I left you in a bedsit
near the Ladbroke Grove.

I scattered your ashes
beneath two trees
on a darkening heath.

You simply wanted
to sit down
and rest,
all your wooden life.

TASCAM DR-05

chair

Poetry Experiment: "Heritage" By Countee Cullen (Drums & Bass mix)

Riches Wii a Pree

Marksman - Top Coote

Gal Academy

Just For Clarity 2

Ghetto Cinderella (feat. Mustard & Terrace Martin)

Apologies

Words For You

Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes

Phenomenal Woman By Maya Angelou

prod. by @beatsbysavon

LYRICS
I was stripped of my childhood,
At the age of 16 I walked naked in manhood
my parents were Rolling Stones
no they were never in a rock band or on the cover of a magazine
it's just that they never hung around enough to gather any moss
trips back and forth to Africa, in search of better life for us
always made me feel like the one we had wasn't good enough
so me and my sisters harvested ourselves
trying to see the fruits of my labour hanging from my family tree
but you see it's hard to grow trees in London City
My the age of 17, I knew that walking a certain way would have consequences
If my pants hang too high around my waist, and my trainers were slyly out of date
I might aswell have been walking with a target painted on my back
You learn to do adult shit real quick
like you learn add base in your voice when asked questions
you learn to hold a man's gaze just long enough to let him know that you ain't a boy
You learn to read maps
coz if you end up in the wrong postcode it could be a wrap
you learn that death doesn't have an age limit
you learn that guns are only cool on playstation or terminator movies
you learn that people can be cruel
You learn what rent is,
and how your parents mood changes when it's due
you learn how the system deliberately chooses to forget about you.
you learn, that you went to school for 18 years thinking you learnt so much but you didn't really learn a thing.
and you stop learning how to be a child.
Because, the adult world isn't designed for us to dream,
not designed for us to only feel love
It's a world where a smile is frowned upon
laughter is suspicious
and honesty is betrayal.
Is Childhood betrayal?
It is naive enough to make you believe, that all that make believe is real?

From time to time, I had conversations with my inner child,
he is always smiling, his row of glistening teeth a bridge to a happiness I sometimes forget
he is always dancing, even though his moves are outdated and his body far from graceful.
he mocked me
"I may be weak, but atleast I was never afraid"
If being a man means being afraid to love
afraid to trust
afraid to continue running, chasing those realities we formed, that you one day decided were better called "dreams"
Look at you, your too afraid to even be yourself
Tell me who is really the immature one?
If you let them take me away from you,
all you have left, is everything they gave to you
to letting them take me away from you
is difference between the profit a man who gains the world at the price of his soul.
But if you so desperately want to be accepted,
if you so desperately want to be an adult, 
go!
I know you will come back
you will come back
I just dn't know if I'll still be here waiting when you do.

adulthood [prod by. savon]

Pieces of a Man

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Recital: Mark Rutland
Music: Richard Strauss, Metamorphosen

T. S. Eliot: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

These Words

All My Pretty Ones

dope (tribute to amiri baraka)

Say Hi to the Andrew Marvell Cinematic Universe.

Words from the poem To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell (1621 - 1678)

Full poem & bio - https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2008/nov/17/to-his-coy-mistress-andrew-marvell

Pic based on opening line “Had we but world enough, and time"

Published on SC 14 February 2021

In the comfort of your own mind

Times winged charriot (To His Coy Mistress)

Affair of the heart....  (a report from the Front) 

Four dragons lifted me and took me to a place amongst the ancient gods
I lay there naked and vulnerable
my heart ready for the onslaught that
would give me new Life
Tubes inserted into wrists, neck and groin - I resemble a Cyborg rather than a living Deity
But the power of my tribe, sending their love and healing and best intentions, (especially my Vigil-keeper and fire watcher), maintained a loving and protective shield around me, until after three incredibly long hours that seemed to last forever (I was aware of the whole debacle) - it ended and the four dragons gently delivered me to the young priestesses who cleansed and refreshed my body, whilst I reclaimed my Soul..... (and heart beat)!

Cardiologie Mainz 28/01/31 - Wolf Moon

Affair of the Heart.... (a report from The Front!)

Welsh musician and composer. If you like my stuff, please like, repost / share. And follow for more tunes

Poetry Experiment: "Heritage" By Countee Cullen (Drums & Bass mix)

Marc Dauncey