Voice

Destruction

Electricity raced along his skin
Little bolts escaped and struck
Those who were too near
His eyes were pupils
As he gazed over them
They were sheep
And useless now
Feeling his wrath
Circulating just below the surface
Searching for a crevice
A weakness
To escape
Smiling as they cowered
He drew back the floodgates
And looked to the sky
As the screams started

Voice

Early In The Morning
By Li-Young Lee
While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher's ink.

She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.

My mother combs,
pulls her hair back
tight, rolls it
around two fingers, pins it
in a bun to the back of her head.
For half a hundred years she has done this.
My father likes to see it like this.
He says it is kempt.

But I know
it is because of the way
my mother's hair falls
when he pulls the pins out.
Easily, like the curtains
when they untie them in the evening.

I chose this poem because I believe it has a simple beauty to it. A kindof average loveliness that people take for granted most of the time. I feel that the voice in this poem is remembrance, love, and a secret glee at having the knowledge not many people have over a subject. Remembrance because of when Lee starts off the beginning of the poem describing how he would have breakfast, 'While the long grain is softening/in the water, gurgling/over a low stove flame, before/the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced/for breakfast'. Love when he describes his father waiting to hear the music of comb against hair. Secret glee when he ends the poem saying the true reason why his father loves his mothers hair.

The Beautiful Manifestation

The Lagoon

Saturated in water
Dive deeper, imersed
No one around
Just silence
Begotten no where else
Blessed simplicity
I am the water god
In my ocean of chlorine
I am a crocodile
Adapted to chemicals
As my clawed feet
Slovenly push me along the lagoon
Of concrete steps
As green water licks
At blue porcelain
None would enter
Not even you
So put it from your mind
And leve it floopping
On cold tile
Go back to your dry world
And leave me here
Entranced by sunlight

1. The voice that i believe is apparent in my poem when i speak is my need for solitude away from humanity and the ongoings of normal life
2. I will try to be comanding, like I am God and they should be honored to be in my presence, because I think that, that is what my poem is about, being your own God.
3. Well I will be having an awkward silence, many arm movements and kind of swim around, you will understand when you see it!
4. The whole thing frightens me but it is kindof exciting to be performing because you get to become your own person.
5. It adds visuals to it which lets people make easy conections to what the writer is really saying.

Song thing

Genius by Kings of Leon

Everybody wants to be a showman
Yeah they all got another one
Everybody thinks they got a genius
Everybody got me on the run
Sometimes I think they come here
Just so you can say that you can
And I can't get alone in my bathroom
I need to give myself a hand

Ya'll cuh-cuh-cuh-creepin'
Creepin' underneath my skin
Fuck you and your flashbulbs
Snappin' my picture again
You drank all my whiskey
You stole all my smoke
And you're crowded all around me
Like I got nowhere to go

Eyes are gonna roll back
I'm here to kill
Time for you to go
I'm-a-gon' spill
It ain't yo fast train
I'll be the king runnin' near the wheel
I ain't lookin' to make no deals here no

You keep stickin' to me like a prickly porcupine
You're gettin' your information from the grocery checkout line
Are you through confessin' of your little girl obsession'
Cause I was only messin' and I had a little time

-My favorite line in this whole song is where he says “You keep sticking to me like a prickly porky pine” I just think this is very descriptive and funny. I also like the lines where he says “You stole all my smoke” because you could take that as the other person stole all of the excitement because where there is smoke there is fire. Overall I just really find the lyrics to all of Kings of Leon’s songs entertaining.

Late

Do you not see me?
Looking down every three seconds
You must
I am watching
Banging at the glass to get
Your absent minded attention
Watch me!
Never mind the world
Pay attention to me
As my hands leave dirty
Marks on the glass
But you don’t see
Or you wish not to
You will be
Late

Beginning

What was the earth before there was light
Were there any streams running over her face
Did god walk the land thinking he was strong
How long before he gave her skin
That thin layer did nothing for the cold
The kind that settles deep before morning

When man was formed did he look at the morning
In aw as his eyes registered the first light
Soon moving as he got use to the cold
As it skimmed over his body and face
Unused to feeling in his newly made skin
Strange that god made man so strong

But soon god saw that man was not as strong
As those animals who met the morning
Warm and wrapped up in one another’s skin
And so god laid man down and there was a great light
For Adam awoke looking upon Eve’s face
Never again to feel the empty cold

The did as god told them and faced the cold
Together in Eden as the trees grew strong
And the animals began to know their faces
They were rulers of this morning
Laughing at caresses feather light
Sending shivers trailing across their skin

But there was a new sin moving over Eden’s skin
Its passage leaving a path of smoke and cold
Entrancing all creatures with dancing lights
Whispering to Eve, it told her of the strong
Beautiful tree whose fruit was made of the mornings
Glory and gave the knowledge of gods face

The innocent creatures had god to face
He knew the moment sin had passed through their skin
Adam and Eve hid from god till the morning
Has spread her fingers over their garden turned cold
Sin now strewn across Eden, smelling so strong
Of dirt, with new eyes they walked to god in the harsh light

Not knowing how to face god in the cold
They covered their skin and tried to be strong
As they went into the mornings new dead light

Distracted

I was gone
For a moment
Lost in my world
Following the rabbit
Down the Hole
Or was it a cat
Chasing a rabbit
Around the tree
But present is
What I’m here for
And I apologize
So forgive me
For following the dog
To wonder land