Spoken Word Poetry... with a Sign Language Interpreter!

Jon Watts shares his poem "Together We Compose This Bloody, Bleeding, Beating Drum" with the Farmington-Scipio Regional Gathering of Quakers... with a sign language interpreter! This woman was amazing! She had never heard this poem before and wasn't familiar with the hip hop or spoken word genres.

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"Together We Compose This Bloody, Bleeding, Beating Drum"
From the Album "Clothe Yourself in Righteousness" by Jon Watts

Lyrics

I once had a job but I lost it in high school
Whenever I fooled myself into thinking that I needed their help
I was their fool
But now I'm my fool
And now I sign pools of rhymes into time cycles.
I align myself with this bed of nails that's been recycled
until I'm finally alive and dying at the same time.

And when I sigh then I'm sighing for peace
And when I die then I'll rest there
Where I get my breath there's a source of oxygen
a solidness imbued with phosphorous
and a solemn intolerance for anything but love
And it's rooted in love
It's rooted in beauty
It's rooted in a sense of simpleness and ambiguity

And so I'll focus on discernment and breathing
We've all earned a learner's permit
Permit yourself to grieving
and be freeing
and to teething when you're teething
And see peace in believing bereavement's bereft brethren's
seven settlement's indebtedness to the betterment of love
and to the practice of love
and to the sadness that comes
with the lack thereof

I won't speak to the world when the world isn't listening
deeply
That's why I waited this long to release this song of songs
Songs of Solomon enthroned with the wood of Lebanon
Songs entombed in the womb until I felt that there's room
to stop absconding with my pregnancy
And now Ba'alhamon is expecting me
expectantly

And I'm incessantly setting precedence in the presence of the president
who presides presently over the peasantry
I'll set aside a suit of simple symmetry
Synthetically I synthesize the story of what's natural
It's a glass half full of embattled saturn plasma
It's a boy
No, it's a girl
It's a toy
No, it's the world's surface enduring certain circumstantial services
Super solemn, superficial, super sacrificial splurges in our endless bags of purchases
The sermon at your service spoke to sympathetic tourniquets in need of seeking reassurance
for the next effeminate person to pool a possible burden

I speak urgently because it's urgent
This emergency's emergent
and I'm another word surgeon,
serving solace from my person
Signs of solidness ensuring
that I'm a growing a maturing little
Butter fly

I. Can. Fly.
Signed, my guardian angel
staying sane at the same table as the stablest savior saves
all the other saviors
Bringing peace to your neighbors through osmosis
The closest soldier knows this war is hopeless
He knows that we're impoverished by the fists we've thrown
So now our foes can go home
and we can plow the ground with swords we've melted down
and use them to harvest all these seeds we've sewn

So now we're saying prayers of gratefulness like grace is all we've known
We're singing songs of freedom like they're songs we've always sung
We're sweetly leaking Jesus juice like Abraham's last son
Tell Isaac that his time has finally... come

And now I'm looking at the Moon like I'm the Sun
And she's reflecting passion back to me, the energy to run
And i don't care that it's night time
I don't care that day is done
I don't care that all the owls stare and judge me like I'm dumb
Because I'm not dumb
I know enough to know that I don't know
My wisdom is sufficient to be quiet and to listen
Because in the basicest of instances our languages are different
and the isolated brain is intrinsically indifferent

So I'm going to be a body and I'm beating like a heart
And I'm hoping that you'll be the blood to travel with this art
Because the muscles might be tired
They might be atrophied
they might be looking to caffeine for energy they need

But come on, let's get together
Someone be the lungs
Someone be the need to breathe, and
Someone be the tongue
Someone be the eyes and ears, and
Someone be the hands
Someone who can persevere
the feet on which we stand
and you're the rock, body
No One's Gifts Left Useless
The Universe needs you to do the best that you can do with
just what you've been given
with everything you've got
Your finite contribution fills a hole that mine does not

And together we can stand
Together we can run
Together we collect our calories straight from the sun
Together we envision all our lives combined as one
And together we compose this bloody, bleeding, beating drum.

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