Out Loud Poem of the Month for May 2008

Questions hold more than answers
With the audacity to haunt dreams
Ensuing my raw postures
You brought me to ascension

With the audacity to haunt dreams
The next chapter is invoked
You brought me to ascension
Voice the summit into release

The next chapter was invoked
Lush lazy lexicon
Voice the summit into release
Secretly strip preconception

Lush lazy lexicon
Requiem for a muse
Secretly strip preconception
You're the language that leaps

Requiem for a muse
Ensuing my raw postures
You're the language that leaps
Questions hold more than answers.

 

Hope Spencer

 

 

Out Loud Poem of the Month for July 2008  

The Sun is a  Greater Destiny

I

        I could have chosen

         Not to be free

        I could have chosen

        To be a machine

        This would not be so

        For the sun whispered

        To me what would

        Become a greater destiny

I refused to shut up

When told to

You know the boy

Must be anti-social

 

I kept singing my song

Long after the boys

Grew into men

 

I chose to be free

Shouting deliriously

In the chill November rain

The song of nightingales

Who lost their

Wings in flight

 

I chose to be free

A bright wildflower

Blowing halphazardly

In fields of droll conformity

II

        The road to freedom

        Wasn't easy

        It took a lot of work.

        Painstaking dedication

        Every syllable had to

        Sound right

        On my road to liberation

        Was all the work worth it?

        I can barely survive

        I absorb pain like a sponge

        And spit it out

        Beneath the shadows of

        The woeful abyss

        I skate figure 8's

        Across doubts'

        Frozen tundra

        And speak to the dead

        In pale soliloquies

III

        The pain

        The suffering

        The slit wrists

        The extended visits to

        The madhouse, are all

        Part of the routine

        All part of the sucker's game

        Otherwise known as

        Immortality

        I draw deep from a

        Lonely well

        I hold my freedom

        Close to my chest

        So its better angels

        Can hear the beating

        Of my heart

        I will not go down so easy.

        The storm is brisk

        And full of fright

        But a calm

        Will eventually prevail

        And silence will light candles

        Guiding my eyes through

        The night

        You have made it Jason

        And the sun now

        Welcomes you

        With open arms

                                    Jason Cant