I miss that place where you can be
Anybody and Nobody
will care
You look at people
and can’t believe some
of the shit they wear Damn lady, comb your kid’s hair!
Strolling down the boardwalk
napchunga in the air
Grandma rollerblades in her bikini
not caring that she ain’t skinny
Meat-on-a-stick
or
Have a slice
Enjoy the view
it’s usually really nice
Artists gather
to sell you their blood, sweat, n’ tears
using their art
to release their fears Does anybody REALLY know what time it is?
tagging is Art
Freaks are Normal
and Corporate
doesn’t exist
A place where you can be Anybody
and Nobody will care
In the distance I hear a familiar sound
Like Beats of my heart
the Drum pulls me in
it takes me away
the different Cultures of Drums
the melting Pot of People
all dancing to the beautiful sounds
lets me see that we can be free
the lost teenager
the skater dude
the business man
the raver girl
let go
and feel the warmth of humanity
for just a moment in time
round and round they dance
without taking a second glance
at the human next to them
the sand massages their feet
one by one
letting go to the beat
it’s Magic
but when the Beat drops
Everyone stops
We’re Robots once again
On the daily routine
they all look back like this was all
just a vivid dream
But here
where the salty air hits your face
you can be
Anybody
and
Nobody will care…
“Ink runs from the corner of my mouth…there is no happiness like mine…I have been eating poetry…” ~ Mark Strand
~Jenuine
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
graff art pieced up on a wall
barbed wire and train cars
neon signs flickering, fading
traffic lights and busstops
newspaper blankets and
dumpster delicacies
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
dew drops on blades of grass
fog rolling off the sea
the thrum of a hummingbird’s flight
orangeblossoms in spring
the sun’s warm rays on a cool day
the salt of the ocean in the air
bursts of color everywhere blooming
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
revolution
becoming unsilenced
truth being uttered out of the throats of children
a flickering flame in a dark cave
shining light on injustice
exposing the true face of corruption
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
salty tears streaming down your face
the cold steel of his eyes
her lips set into a frown
the echoing emptiness in the hallways of her heart
the wistful longing in your eyes
the deadened numbness in his touch
her body wincing in pain
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
tulips pushing up through snow to explode into bloom
sunbeams and raindrops mingling into rainbows
sea’s swells subsiding into calm
brilliant dawn after darkest night
lush oasis offering respite from scortching desert
cool quenching downpour after parched drought
hope
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
you
me
us
them
him
her
we
our
life