the Puppit or the Strings

i will be reposting when i get the reading together better that this.

However naïve, it may prove to be, I still believe, that there is more to living, than this sheared, parade, of constant upkeep. More than the maintenance, just be patient, they told you, in time you will find what is right, just sit tight , stay safe, and just wait, and if you just breathe. but if thats all your expecting of, or, got contending for me, than I would walk from cinder block to cinderblock, across this great divide, just to provide, you with one question, if its only impressions, you seek, improvised scenes, to this thing you call existing, why would we be convincing, persisting, to put on this puppet show and who out there beyond the dashboard, cardboard, is waiting just to see, us get all tangled up in out own strings? Because without a meaning, beyond breathing, to it, or at least tips, who is there to play nice with? Who is it that you want me to please?
As if we had forgotten, everything that went rotten, when we went complaining, blaming, as if we had called it because it was raining, but forgot that we had been playing, indoor hide and seek, and it is something, like me, contradicting, blatantly. With rhymes, to little time, and too much whine falling from my lips, I must admit, I have never been much of a fan, of this thing that they call poetry. It is something like me, because I will never be, a rapper, even on Halloween, although I cant be the candy it covers, could never be sweet, at least sweeter than rubber, not so much pretty, as its just surprising, like hail in the summer, you cant help but wonder, if it was ever meant to be, like a teardrop, I am salty, almost makes you sick, like all the bullshit, but in that you can trust, even when you are just, pleasantly remembering.
And I intend to make the bed I plan to lay in before I go to sleep, 6 feet, beneath the things, I never chose to be, and maybe thats just never been the way I like to dream, and I think there is so much more to this thing than you could follow, suggest you sip it slow before you swallow, all these things you never chose to see, and I bet every no and again, way back when, you were just like me, like us, like we, we the living, when you werent just too scared to be.

tammera

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• poetry
• flow
• rap
• spoken word poetry
• poetry slams
• writing

[kaedenceSpeaks]

You may be in such a different place in your life *now* that this message no longer serves you, but if that is not the case, Don't worry about fast or slow do what you want WHENEVER you want.

I've listened to a lot of Slam and a lot of open mic spoken word and your words are HEARD. You enunciate perfectly, even when reading faster than this. ;~} Spit them words or kiss em slow, we're gonna keep on listenin

[kel2corkey]

Say your word however you feel at the time,fast slow its all good.

One things for sure you start to speak i cant stop listening.

Your word seem to have so many levels and meanings,it is wonderful stuff.

[Kabuki0009]

I'm with DavidRandallCurtis you sure are what I think a poet is, everyone has there own devilry style, and I love your ^_~ *****stars; ) + faved

[jonnyjonalau]

you'r on weed !! :))))

[tinySpectacle]

Been thinking about the idea of upkeep lately in a poem I'm working on. More lately it's enough for me--the physical. I love your reading of this, and as always, your words.

[FreeAdviceForMen]

Bravo!

5*

FAVORITED.

Keep going!

You never owe anyone an apology for who you are and what you create. You are perfect to me.

;)

Reid

[DavidRandallCurtis]

Tammera, you ARE what I think of when I think of a poet--spoken word artist--whatever one wants to call it.  Someone very original that can bring words to life. Five stars and faved as always ;)