I was discussing with someone randomly the irony and sadness of the fact that Phyllis Hyman had an album entitled “Prime of My Life” and unfortunately committed suicide in said prime. If you are not familiar with Phyllis Hyman or her music, click here to get a brief synopsis. After that get familiar with a voice that I dare you to try to describe. My poem below is inspired by her life and struggles, because a lot of it is parallel to some things I have gone through in the past.
I often hear people speak of revolution, but I always feel that is a such a broad word that often gets misconstrued, especially by poets. I think it means different things to different people and I think if we started defining what this even means then real change can occur. Check out my poem…
Some say that I am a love poet
I’m definitely not an over-analytical poet
Certainly not a political poet
Not a fight the power poet
Not talk you to death for an hour poet
But don’t you dare say I’m not a revolutionary poet
I don’t make conspiracy theories
Or talk about the government
But to me revolution
Is just evolution with an R
And I am steadily changing… growing… fighting
But if by revolutionary you mean talking in circles
….and circumventing responsibility,
then by all means you are the spokesperson……
I ain’t buying the fight the power act…..
love, life, and loss…..
that’s what causes a creative commotion in my cranium
when pain permeates my person and pummels and pounds my peace
it is the real revolutions, revelations, and resolutions
that relieve my worries, weary, and woes …
but hey that’s just me
Take a listen to a different version of this poem:
I was perusing my poems and some Cheekie chats and discovered I make a lot of physics references. Now, I am not saying they are correct or sense-filled references, but references nonetheless. Just wanted to share some random physics-minded things with you. Enjoy:
I am a ball of nonsensical energy and foolish reactions, kinda like the sun of fun. Oooh, that rhymed.
This is where I discuss the concept of foolishness inertia, it makes total sense. Ok, it makes sense in my #CircusOlay (Cirque du Soleil) of of a brain.
Alise: he is all mushy and romantic
i aint, lol
i am a big ball of goofy and silly energy pinchmycheekie: goofy and silly energy is where it’s at
i learned that in physics Alise: An absurd thought in motion continues in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an outside force…. or a hater.
(I am such a dork) pinchmycheekie: cackles Alise: Foolishness Inertia. Getchu a piece. It tastes like chicken pinchmycheekie: of course it does
This poem touches on some lovely physics as well. Yes, Lovely Physics 101 was offered at my univeristy. It’s like regular physics but fancier and more stylish. Don’t be jealous:
In Lovely Physics 101 we wear fancy and nerdy tee shirts like this, because we are, ummmm.... fancy and nerdy...
my heart is on the floor
i wish someone could extract the gravity out of it
and transfer it to my feet
so i can finally stand
on solid ground
and maybe motivation
instead of inertia
can keep me moving
past the pain
and I can take a step
Then of course I have a couple irreverent haiku dedicated to none other than Isaac Newton…
Issac Newton: Don't act like his hair ain't luxurious when you know that it is!
i will not fall down
so i say f*ck gravity
f*ck Isaac Newton
“discovered” the obvious
just like a damn man
Good times with physics, y’all know I love a theme!