spoken word poetry tk 1

i was in
love

in so much
love

with the way she
spoke

the way--
her way

that I got
lost, yeah,

I
got lost

her spoken
word poetry

about her
rain, hail

catastrophe

had a melody

that didn't
change a thing

it did not change
a thing

except it made my
eyes widen and

feel toward her

helpless

reminded me

of my own

i told it to
shoot out

from my heart
to my hands and

we were not
magnificent war time heros that

defied an army of
fellow men for

higher purposes making for
a high tide of corpses

i was not
a motivational speaker with

a 12 step plan to stop
her apocalypse

i had
no dreams

i was awake and
listening, listening

she captured pain
in her hands

she said it
with words.

destroying destruction
is the plight of every man

but with her,
i reached out and

we held it,
together and

there was nothing to
understand but

a feeling to be
witnessed.

we were
all sorts
of human
and her
spoken
word
poetry
had my hands
eager.

"Everyone I
love is leaving
me and if I
could cut myself
in eight different
pieces and be with
them all, I
would."