poetry (4)
Hold Your Applause Now
I'm Ready To See Now
I'm Ready To Speak Now
I'm Ready To Be Now
Please Hold Your Applause
I'm Ready To Speak Now
Can You Believe...
...Now?
My Mind Speaks Volumes
I Speak For Myself.
My Heart Tells Stories
I've Kept Within
Who I am...
Is Here.
Hold Your Applause
Killing A Spirit
Slowly Dying In Shame
From Outside World,
From Outside Pain.
No Applause?
Stepping On The Surface
Of This Fragile Glass...
Treading Softly
But I'm Still Falling Fast.
Black Alice
Going Down The Hole.
Where She Lands
No One
by Lavonda R. Staples ~
Shadow people, all of the humanity has either been removed or war really never there. Never developed. Never nurtured. Never guided into the beginnings of actualization. Only the shadow of what might be a person, remains. Mastering the art of daylight. I can stand the light. I am still immune to each day’s sounds.
Surrender? To what? Nothingness. Oblivion was the sweetest of verbs, the most welcome state of being. No feelings means no joy and no pain. The trade is so sim
Check out my new media thesis work. It is called CARGO. It is a poetic audio visual narrative artwork showing in META 2012 at AIRSHIP 37. CARGO discussed ibjectification and commodification of humans and life. Here is a sample...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFznWLLT_Gk"