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a sharp edge of awareness,
a tool to remain intact,
independent, able to cut,
A trainable craft to it, your legends learned, the histories memorized, proper manners of speech and dress; you'll dance to their music, always aware, always watching for the knife-edge.
the misplaced brick upon that ancient bridge
where exchanges never occur
a body in the rail yard gulley
its addresses unknown
a quiet hiss on all the phones
nightshade crackle footsteps
closing on you from the blind
Examine your day to day conversations with co-workers, friends, family, a cute waitress; those lean toward each other frozen smiling faces ... "How did you meet him/her?"
"What does he/she do?"
"Where is his/her family from?"
"Do you have a snap of him/her?"
"Who is that with him/her?"
"What sort of car?"
“Is he/she educated?”
The eyes travel, expressions exchanged between participants, clothing, footwear, outer coat; a visual cavity search including your teeth. "Have a seat." Check each place’s positioning. Note the room’s changing temperature.
... your back never protected ...
safety in their numbers
when the decisions are made
you are thinner
you are shed
closest ever said
"you are " part " of the family"
and to die from it ...
you hadn't planned for it
out of all things considered
not the A or B or C schemes
... finally, how sweet
#RadioMandy - spun for the lonely field agent ones
a vision, a clue, what you see in others is only you
If you ever visit, yes I’ll read your palms, your body’s scar maps, your movements and words; yes when I do our dishes I’ll read your cup.
I'll avoid telling you what it is that I see of you, what it is that I know to a certainty. You will never love me enough for that.
Though I like to think that you might.
You pick a place
call it your setting
every detail painted
in tones that reflect
the veiled contempt
behind every confidence
the constant violence
of a city of industry
No need to dwell in
the simple statements
of participant observer
The glare of certain light
the hue of sunsets
dust blowing constant
nights far too bright
Steel rust tones
that leach from
every word spoken
on all your surfaces
#RadioMandy - backgrounds
.margin note #421.
can i say the same of you?
your treatment seeming
but as assertive as his?
she suffered less damage.
is the rape of a conscious
any less considerate
than that of my body?
there is always more that might be taken
my lover said
"... they mean nothing to me you are my only family."
I won't surrenderI shake off the arms of the demons that are pulling me down
No I won't surrender and drown
I struggle to stand while their nails are digging deep in to my skin
Screaming loud just to block their poisonous whispers that hunt my mind
Looking around for the sunshine
Anything that can pull me out and help me escape those monsters that want to feed off my pain
As I wait my energy and strength begins to fade
I scream even louder but this time not to block the whispers but to cry for help
No I won't surrender and drown
Someone will come to hold me while I regain my strength back to fight and slay the evil demons
Minutes turn to months , time has weakened the hope I hold inside
There was no sunshine that killed away the darkness
There was no hands to pull me away from the dark hole
There was nothing but my echo screaming back at me
I don't want to surrender and drown
But no strength is left in me
And no one that cares enough to save me
I became a loom ... a work of wood and oils and flesh and pain ... I became words, woven together to impart myself, an offering of memory and love ... I became a crowd of voices longing for that final color that might complete ... I am Amanda here to open, here to pound loud and set you upon a journey ... |
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