I’m sharing my very first spoken word, that I posted on 10th December 2020 on my WordPress blog. I don’t know why I’m doing so all of a sudden but there could be several reasons – from reminiscence to reflection.
The Edge is a poem about my struggles during that time. On 7th November 2019 I was hit by brain hemorrhage on the right side. Over 1 year had passed by but it was definitely not easy for me to fully accept, understand & live with this new reality. The feeling of broken & repaired at the same time. It just didn’t affect me alone but my surroundings as well, including the family. I could see this struggle on my inner screen as flow of images. So I decided to write those images in the form of this freestyle poetry. These words became so intense, at least in my head, that I felt like recording it in my voice. I didn’t know how to create spoken word back then. I didn’t bother searching it either coz I wanted to create this spoken word immediately, with whatever technical knowledge / tools I had. So I recorded my voice on my phone, created a Powerpoint presentation on my laptop, played the voice recording on it, timed the PP slides to sync with my voice & capture this all as a video through a free screen recorder software. I’m presenting the same original spoken word to you all.
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I sit sharp on the edge of my bench in the dark with a hatchet in my hand to break open my senses & to claim that my pain in the veins is not vain but insane
But I get so mad & a bit sad when I spread metal scraps on myself coz then I bleed the beads so discreet on my crease to decrease the misery
So I feel quite shaky as if my skin is so thin like a leaf & it starts to burn instantly to create the debris that comes out from the heat of the seed
I’m torn at my core that I feel this need to ease & burn my peace into pieces on the street that’s filled with so many deep & some holes unseen
So I scream in infinity with my fluctuating beat coz I can’t simply breathe & it seems I’m the beast hinged to the scene of the shattered dream
I relapse on my screen coz this all feel so diseased when I see this degree of release & then I step explicitly into the bed of fire to become the deceased
But then I focus on to drop my sores with the source of my scope in this hope that one day I’ll for sure end this whole to simply blow everything to the pure
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I published my book on 7th November 2021 – exactly 2 years after the bleeding. It’s my second birth or perhaps the first real one.
I’m standing infront of this mirror Looking at my own reflection Light & dark is the appearance The outside is simply shivering The sensation is sort of feverish The inside is burning with lyrics
You see my mind is complex, pyramid It’s kind of unique, mysterious Some paths lead to crazy, delirious A few takes to a dead spot, haemorrhage There’s no escape from there, period But the eye is dripping transparent, spirit
Perception & the ground has changed instantly My I sees & observes microscopic mindfully Jigsawing forms to create meaningful empty Seesawing the thoughts to find the CoG Connecting with the source to sea the deep Stripes on my back coz I’m the still beast
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Tonight I’m at this place Where black is the shade White is the sense Space is the scene Energy is intense Everything is rain Salt in the air Burning this skin Everything seems pain But love is the taste Memory is the lane Silence is the music Crystal on my lips Whispering the name Eyes are searching Green in the sea My state is in pieces While I remain at peace
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The sign I sight seems like the cyanide of my sigh night with my dimmed & silent eyesight
I begin to sideline the landslide by sending the signals to my left side of my semi numb site
The rain eyes then start to paint the canvas bigger than the pain size to simply pen down the new rhymes as I freestyle
The words I spill in a deep pan to sauté the deep pain when I hammer the membrane to drain out the red diamonds from my dead veins to clot memory in this time frame when I mind game the clueless crossword mindfully that cross ways on my grounding like the crossed waves from different spots of my cloud brain
But then the divine decided to stand in my eyeline when I started to deice the deep voice week wise by this device that divides the deep lines when I recite & resize the precise to free size with the iris of my big eyes that’s lightening my steep choice by lightning from the deep sky to make space for this beautiful U & I of this UnIverse that’s nothing but the pure light
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Wilting under the tilted splinters Blinking to see flickering clickers Playing with my sneaky demons Voicing my cadence with slippery fingers
Creating this path in deadly trackers Breaking the norms in small fragments Braking with claws on warm ashes Picturing the forms with my naked senses
Scanning the heart in pure silence Spiraling the sky with mindful timings Spotting the clouds with sharp lightning Sounding the dark with beautiful thundering
Shining in my eyes when I glimpse a mirror Signing these lines to refine the present Sighing this rhyme when I sea the wisdom Resighting this site to build my serene kingdom
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It’s simply automatic & kinda symptomatic when I’m out to see the unsystematic flow of this inner darkness when I layer myself with the transparent sheet that looks quite fantastic coz it’s ornamented with the fragments of my provocative thoughts
But the sword on my claustrophobic plot is dancing so hot as if it’s about to sore & cut open my throat to penetrate the screaming walls of my cracked fort that in reality can’t even afford the heavy blows coz then it throws the red pearls out to the shore to shut down the light of my burning core
This whole coat the unseen holes on my shaky course with the pragmatic approach to integrate the scorching arithmetic quotes by simply torching floors filled with scouting horrors with the glow of a rhythmic unknown to simply show the unmatched power of the so called smoking soul
But then this cinematic scene explodes & I freely fall on this ecstatic floor where I start transcribing my countless flaws with my crazy traumatic claws into the poetic form where I take an accelerated pause to finally get lost in the edges of my sleepless jaws to wait for another daunting but quite exotic dawn
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