-Marlene
Flourishing, Exploding, Decaying
Emotions flooding my mind with beads of Confusion
Anger pushing me down onto the concrete
Yet there is that light that keeps my head from shattering
Why do we forget the beauty of pain?
Pain that lets us recognize the sunshine of the day.
Don’t let my sunshine fall, Don’t let me fall.
THESE DAYS ARE COLD
AND THEY FEEL BLUE
BUT I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW
THE SUN WILL SHINE SOON
Frustration controlling my motives
Motivation drained through the aches of my heart
Everything I once said forgotten in the dark
Heartache, such a saddening feeling
But each beat of a broken heart produces another breath of life
So why do we forget the beauty of an aching beat?
Beat that signifies another light of day.
Don’t let your sunshine fall, I won’t let you fall.
IT FEELS SO COLD
IT FEELS SO BLUE
BUT I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW
THE SUN WILL SHINE SOON
Lost, Afraid, Torn
Between the manipulation of Depression
Depression, Deflation of who we believe we are.
Negativity oppressing to pull our eyes out
Out of reality and into a mentality of insanity
Insanity of hopelessness in the darkness?
Why do we forget the beauty of darkness?
Darkness which is overpowered by the brilliance of day.
Why do you let your sunshine fall, it’s not meant to fall.
YOU FEEL SO COLD
YOU FEEL SO BLUE
BUT I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW
THE SUN WILL SHINE SOON
Happiness hidden somewhere in the peak of our existence
Vanished through the vulnerability of being blind
Blind looking for love,
the component of our hearts and souls.
Yet, we search and search
And always search never allowing us to find.
Why do we not look into our own beauty?
Beauty of being human, of having the chance of another day?
Why is it that we forget the beauty of our lives?
Lives that strive to shine in the sunrise of the day.
LIFE SEEMS SO COLD
LIFE SO SEEMS SO BLUE
BUT YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW
THE SUN WILL ALWAYS SHINE SOON.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
justice
Sama-
I just want you to be understanding and sympathetic about it
You don’t have to help me
I just want you to be aware of the repercussions of being an undocumented (illegal) immigrant
Especially if you didn’t have a choice about it
Cuz I didn’t, I didn’t decide to come into this country I feel like I’m stuck you know
They brought me here when I was three yrs olds---illegally
I don’t remember it—they told me in high school, around junior yr
Then I really started to understand what it meant—to be illegal
I knew my parents were illegal forever you know
But I didn’t thought I was
I should have suspected it due to my living conditions and life style
I didn’t have health insurance, still don’t
I also feel, kinda jealous, for my sister, she was born here, she has all the opportunities, I feel like I live my life hiding from people, she doesn’t have to live through that
When I was growing up I felt that jealously, like why is she getting these benefits and I’m not, why is she getting more benefits, and care than me, I always thought my parents loved her more than me and I knew the real reason when my parents said I’m a stupid wet back and she isn’t
And that’s what shocked me the most; I was to scream at my parents did you even have a plan to legalize me in the first place
They talk about putting me through college at all that stuff and then I thought how, how are you going to support me
They’re kinda naive of it
I should have made them understand what it takes to get a diploma a career
To me school was an escape, an escape from my parent’s house, where I was so dead poor, that one day I could be affluent
I’m not ignorant I think about the struggles of others,
I can’t finish college because I don’t have the financial means
I cant get a job because no ones going to hire me
I just want to go to a little box and cry, cry for a whole day ya know
I don’t know what I’m going to do when I get out
Ill have the same reality
I there any hope for me
I want to think there is
What can I do in order to improve myself I wanna do this BUT I cant
Its not my fault talk to my parents
American mentality to help myself
How we treat our impoverished, help them to help themselves
What if we can’t help ourselves?
I have a lot of demons
Insecurity
I just want to believe in myself again
I just want you to be understanding and sympathetic about it
You don’t have to help me
I just want you to be aware of the repercussions of being an undocumented (illegal) immigrant
Especially if you didn’t have a choice about it
Cuz I didn’t, I didn’t decide to come into this country I feel like I’m stuck you know
They brought me here when I was three yrs olds---illegally
I don’t remember it—they told me in high school, around junior yr
Then I really started to understand what it meant—to be illegal
I knew my parents were illegal forever you know
But I didn’t thought I was
I should have suspected it due to my living conditions and life style
I didn’t have health insurance, still don’t
I also feel, kinda jealous, for my sister, she was born here, she has all the opportunities, I feel like I live my life hiding from people, she doesn’t have to live through that
When I was growing up I felt that jealously, like why is she getting these benefits and I’m not, why is she getting more benefits, and care than me, I always thought my parents loved her more than me and I knew the real reason when my parents said I’m a stupid wet back and she isn’t
And that’s what shocked me the most; I was to scream at my parents did you even have a plan to legalize me in the first place
They talk about putting me through college at all that stuff and then I thought how, how are you going to support me
They’re kinda naive of it
I should have made them understand what it takes to get a diploma a career
To me school was an escape, an escape from my parent’s house, where I was so dead poor, that one day I could be affluent
I’m not ignorant I think about the struggles of others,
I can’t finish college because I don’t have the financial means
I cant get a job because no ones going to hire me
I just want to go to a little box and cry, cry for a whole day ya know
I don’t know what I’m going to do when I get out
Ill have the same reality
I there any hope for me
I want to think there is
What can I do in order to improve myself I wanna do this BUT I cant
Its not my fault talk to my parents
American mentality to help myself
How we treat our impoverished, help them to help themselves
What if we can’t help ourselves?
I have a lot of demons
Insecurity
I just want to believe in myself again
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
blogger wont let me comment ight now,
solo part
The present, is my present.
A gift from the sun and the moon
A dowry for our celestial matrimony
so that we may see another day.
We are explorers sailing into the unknown;
our backs to the winds of fate pushing us forward towards the storm.
Like Odysseus we come close to home
only to be thrashed back out to sea,
but still we surge on time and time again.
If we listen closely we can hear the whispers
of generations before us;
urging us to continue with our perilous journey.
The past tells the future, but my future is present.
The present, is my present.
A gift from the sun and the moon
A dowry for our celestial matrimony
so that we may see another day.
We are explorers sailing into the unknown;
our backs to the winds of fate pushing us forward towards the storm.
Like Odysseus we come close to home
only to be thrashed back out to sea,
but still we surge on time and time again.
If we listen closely we can hear the whispers
of generations before us;
urging us to continue with our perilous journey.
The past tells the future, but my future is present.
Monday, October 26, 2009
log line: sama
I've been a caged bird singing caged bird song, but i've come to realize the door was open all along, so let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Poets Outline!!!!
Poets Corner – the Skeleton ::: !
what is Our story? Love
who are we? Poets
who says play/pause?
Choir
** Setting: MUSEUM (Statues/Images coming to Life)
* Lighting – 3 isolated pools of light (stage left, center, right) dim warm light for transitions, harsh white light with blue undertones
* Sound – ‘tick’s for dance, gunshot
* Costumes – janitor robe, solid color clothing (try at tech)
* Props – *dollies, blocks
* Set –
(MIC – Announcement by Directors/Dylan)
1. Chiraag (Curator) makes announcement, introducing to Museum ( Museum Lighting
2. DANCE (All Poets) (spotlights with colors)
3. Chiraag – introduces character (vaguely) (Museum Lighting)
4. IDENTITY (Konstantin, Krys, Ivan) (Spotlights)
5. FATHERS (Chessa, Akiva) (Stage right and stage left spots)
6. WAR @ HOME (Ivan) (Bring up center spot dim stage right and stage left)
TRANSITION (dollie, set up display) (Museum Lighting)
7. DRUGS (Aaron, Akiva) (Stage right and stage left pools)
8. LOVE (Sam, Leslie, Anna Marie) (Center light)
9. EMOTIONS (Marlene) (Center Spot)
10. SHATTERED DREAMS OF HOPE (Imani, Aaron, Konstantine) (Full Stage lit with red rinse) (gunshot sound here) (BLACKOUT)
- black out – TRANSITION midnight tour guide thru audience
11. GRACIAS (Imani, Chessa, Marlene, Patrick) (Pool of light stage left transition into whole stage red rinse with stage right spot and center spot)
12. FATHERS (Krys, Leslie) (Full stage lit)
13. JUSTICE (Anna Marie, Montoya, Sam) (harsh white light with blue undertones)
(BLACKOUT)
14. LOGLINES (All Poets) (Start with center, add more lights as people come on stage)(Stage dim on Imani’s last line, pool of light come up stage left over piano as Imani walks over) (Once Imani starts playing, pool of lights come up center stage and dim lights with color stage right)
15. THE SONG (All Poets) **Ivan Dance
After breakdown on piano stage right lights Full Stage Brightly Lit. End of song Blackout)
Shattered Dreams of Hope (Imani/Aaron/Constantine)
IMANI: Shattered dreams of hope echo through the depths of my soul as if they were surrounded by sharp pointed cavern walls
Deep inside is where I will find, but I am deep and I have found nothing
I have found nothing because I am nothing
Shallow ink fills pages and pages of epic books and rage is my only outlet
*Progressively faster*
AARON: What
KONSTANTIN: When
AARON: Where
KONSTANTIN: How
All: WHY!
IMANI: Why is there why? Why do we justify with why?
Reasons upon reasons
KONSTANTIN: because
AARON + KONSTANTIN: because
ALL: BECAUSE
WHY do I feel trapped?
*
*AARON Comes in With Feeling of being trapped and echoes Imani's last line*
*
IMANI: Because somehow I've sense my reality crumbling upon me
A breath is taken for granted for this is all my mother needs but needless wants flaunt timeless tales of misfortune and misconduct
Abducted by the indigenous our minds journey through time
ALL:The past tells the future but our future is now present
*
*KONSTANTIN: Comes in with a spin off of the word present being like a gift*
Ends line with
"The past told the future but my future is my present"
*
IMANI:The hour glass still pours but when will stop?
*AARON makes starving pose, KONSTANTIN makes begging pose at the line*
I cannot make it, for the sacred takes it's toll and I roll through the punches
Numbed by my mind altering substances abundant to the starving and homeless
ALL: I am without am I not?
Sure my people are dying but I am too
Incarceration to the tenth degree
ALL: CAN'T YOU SEE?
*IMANI simultaneously removes glasses*
IMANI:Or do I need to check my prescription?
There I am squinting at what lies beneath the surface of my being and all I'm seeing is the truth and it more than hurts
ALL: It pierces through my heart
IMANI: like Excalibur another dragon slain
But I am not the hunter I am the prey that lays in the meadow while my herd runs frantically frightened
*KONSTANTIN and AARON come in together and egg him on switching roles in the middle to be different*
COME TO ME DESTROYER COME GREAT WARRIOR OF BRAVERY AND STRENGTH VIRTUOUS MASTER OF BENEVOLENCE AND UNDERSTANDING
COME!!!! END MY PAIN END MY SUFFERING TELL ME:
THAT, "It's gonna be okay!" AND LET ME TURN AWAY ONLY TO HEAR THE:
BOOOOOOMM!!
IMANI: I WILL NOT SEE ANOTHER DAY!
*BEAT*
KONSTANTIN + AARON: WE WILL NOT SEE ANOTHER DAY!
*2 BEATS*
ALL: YOU WILL NOT SEE ANOTHER DAY!
BLACKOUT Immediately as last Day is said
Deep inside is where I will find, but I am deep and I have found nothing
I have found nothing because I am nothing
Shallow ink fills pages and pages of epic books and rage is my only outlet
*Progressively faster*
AARON: What
KONSTANTIN: When
AARON: Where
KONSTANTIN: How
All: WHY!
IMANI: Why is there why? Why do we justify with why?
Reasons upon reasons
KONSTANTIN: because
AARON + KONSTANTIN: because
ALL: BECAUSE
WHY do I feel trapped?
*
*AARON Comes in With Feeling of being trapped and echoes Imani's last line*
*
IMANI: Because somehow I've sense my reality crumbling upon me
A breath is taken for granted for this is all my mother needs but needless wants flaunt timeless tales of misfortune and misconduct
Abducted by the indigenous our minds journey through time
ALL:The past tells the future but our future is now present
*
*KONSTANTIN: Comes in with a spin off of the word present being like a gift*
Ends line with
"The past told the future but my future is my present"
*
IMANI:The hour glass still pours but when will stop?
*AARON makes starving pose, KONSTANTIN makes begging pose at the line*
I cannot make it, for the sacred takes it's toll and I roll through the punches
Numbed by my mind altering substances abundant to the starving and homeless
ALL: I am without am I not?
Sure my people are dying but I am too
Incarceration to the tenth degree
ALL: CAN'T YOU SEE?
*IMANI simultaneously removes glasses*
IMANI:Or do I need to check my prescription?
There I am squinting at what lies beneath the surface of my being and all I'm seeing is the truth and it more than hurts
ALL: It pierces through my heart
IMANI: like Excalibur another dragon slain
But I am not the hunter I am the prey that lays in the meadow while my herd runs frantically frightened
*KONSTANTIN and AARON come in together and egg him on switching roles in the middle to be different*
COME TO ME DESTROYER COME GREAT WARRIOR OF BRAVERY AND STRENGTH VIRTUOUS MASTER OF BENEVOLENCE AND UNDERSTANDING
COME!!!! END MY PAIN END MY SUFFERING TELL ME:
THAT, "It's gonna be okay!" AND LET ME TURN AWAY ONLY TO HEAR THE:
BOOOOOOMM!!
IMANI: I WILL NOT SEE ANOTHER DAY!
*BEAT*
KONSTANTIN + AARON: WE WILL NOT SEE ANOTHER DAY!
*2 BEATS*
ALL: YOU WILL NOT SEE ANOTHER DAY!
BLACKOUT Immediately as last Day is said
Friday, October 23, 2009
war piece (tell me what you think)/ Log line
Sing Sorrow,Sorrow: but good win in the end
How, how does good help amend
the sorrow of children dying
while mothers are crying
for her sons and daughters have been shot
by a democracy I know not.
Bombs have shattered
lives remain tattered
As machines shout orders
far to those over borders.
Stay the course they say
no matter what you have to pay.
Sing sorrow, sorrow: but good win in the end.
What if instead of wars gardens we tend.
What if instead crying laughter is heard.
What if instead of jets kites fly like a great bird.
But that is not the world we live in
until that world comes
Sing sorrow, sorrow : but good win in the end.
How, how does good help amend
the sorrow of children dying
while mothers are crying
for her sons and daughters have been shot
by a democracy I know not.
Bombs have shattered
lives remain tattered
As machines shout orders
far to those over borders.
Stay the course they say
no matter what you have to pay.
Sing sorrow, sorrow: but good win in the end.
What if instead of wars gardens we tend.
What if instead crying laughter is heard.
What if instead of jets kites fly like a great bird.
But that is not the world we live in
until that world comes
Sing sorrow, sorrow : but good win in the end.
Log Line
I am a Gladiator thrusting his story to the hilt;
deep into your heart.
I slash at the blanket of darkness
to try and let the sunlight into our lives.
deep into your heart.
I slash at the blanket of darkness
to try and let the sunlight into our lives.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Sama hella has the flu
Sorry for the tardiness of this my body is in a revolt against my mind
oy vay
two things,
1.) daddy piece
it's prosey right now but you get the idea:
The room where the meetings were held reminded me of the portable classrooms at school, embedded in the yellow chipping wall paper was the stench of what seemed like decades of a stale coffee dependency, chain smoking, and sadness.
Once inside Daddy would wait for his turn and then approach the podium at the front of the room, the right side of his body slumped and leaning againt the faux wood grain, thermos of coffee in the other hand “Hello my name is Robert and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hello Robert,” everyone in the room would respond.
Daddy would always be sure to remind me that I’m the reason he was still living, “the only child, the golden child.” From time to time as he would speak in the front of the room he would gesture towards the back room where I sat alone amongst a wall of coffee mugs and pots, donuts, and a half broken box of crayons. Everyone would turn to look at me, too see the daughter of the man who had conquered his demons to remain in his little girl’s life. Protruding yellow stained and gold embossed teeth smiled back at me, men and women, leather-clad, tattooed, unwashed, dawned thick rimmed glasses, baseball caps pulled down low, all nursed miscellaneous cracked seasonal mugs of coffee and picked at donuts from the shop downstairs as if holding onto a lost sense of hope in life. They all turned to look at me, many of whom have lost their families and children to their disease. From time to time women would stroke my hair remarking how I was about their daughter’s age, and how I remind them of the children they struggle to recall from memory.
The people at the meetings reminded me of the homeless downtown, passing beggars on the street Daddy would always remark, “Makes you wonder did they give up on life, or did life give up on them.”
2.) AB540/education it's going to be based on dialogues with my friend miguel, like sooo:
miggy - samantha aguirre
oy vay
two things,
1.) daddy piece
it's prosey right now but you get the idea:
The room where the meetings were held reminded me of the portable classrooms at school, embedded in the yellow chipping wall paper was the stench of what seemed like decades of a stale coffee dependency, chain smoking, and sadness.
Once inside Daddy would wait for his turn and then approach the podium at the front of the room, the right side of his body slumped and leaning againt the faux wood grain, thermos of coffee in the other hand “Hello my name is Robert and I’m an alcoholic.”
“Hello Robert,” everyone in the room would respond.
Daddy would always be sure to remind me that I’m the reason he was still living, “the only child, the golden child.” From time to time as he would speak in the front of the room he would gesture towards the back room where I sat alone amongst a wall of coffee mugs and pots, donuts, and a half broken box of crayons. Everyone would turn to look at me, too see the daughter of the man who had conquered his demons to remain in his little girl’s life. Protruding yellow stained and gold embossed teeth smiled back at me, men and women, leather-clad, tattooed, unwashed, dawned thick rimmed glasses, baseball caps pulled down low, all nursed miscellaneous cracked seasonal mugs of coffee and picked at donuts from the shop downstairs as if holding onto a lost sense of hope in life. They all turned to look at me, many of whom have lost their families and children to their disease. From time to time women would stroke my hair remarking how I was about their daughter’s age, and how I remind them of the children they struggle to recall from memory.
The people at the meetings reminded me of the homeless downtown, passing beggars on the street Daddy would always remark, “Makes you wonder did they give up on life, or did life give up on them.”
2.) AB540/education it's going to be based on dialogues with my friend miguel, like sooo:
miggy - samantha aguirre
Ivan's post line
I thought I post it after my identify poem but I guess not.
here it is:
We are the street kids called POETS (Paladins of Education through Speaking)
we are here to teach each other what we cannot learn alone.
Me? I'm just a foreigner. But this is also my home.
I am here to relearn what I already know.
Leslie's Father Piece
Let me know if this can go anywhere, if not it's ok, i just wanted you all to hear this piece because i've been wanting to talk about it for the longest time...
“…Because of you”
-Leslie Duldulao
Dark cold nights
As I wait outside under the stars [LOOK AND POINT UP TO SKY]
Waiting for you to let me back in
Back inside the warmth of the house [HUG YOURSELF AND SMILE]
Back inside the place I call home
The warmth
The warmth of the blood running down
My arms as I look at the open gashes
From the slashes
The slashes
Left and right [LOOK LEFT AND THEN LOOK RIGHT]
Shielding me form the love-filled hatred
Blows with my arm [SHEILD YOUR FACE WITH ARMS]
Blows…from your belt
You said “tough love”
I didn’t know that love had to be that tough
Tough on my heart
The heart in which pumps YOUR blood through my body
Your blood is what you see running down my arms [TOUCH ARMS]
Your blood is what stains your belt
Your blood is what stains my heart [TOUCH HEART]
My tears wash away your blood from my arms
But the scars still remain
Reminding me of the “tough love”
You gave me when I did something bad
You only saw me when I did something bad
Never any praise when I did something good
Always looking at the worst
And not my best
“Because of you, I never strayed too far from the sidewalk
Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt
Because of you, I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you I am afraid.”
Afraid of what you think of me now
I am that strong independent woman that you raised up to be
Who speaks out my mind in confidence
Saying whatever comes up in my mind
I have a voice
I am still that sweet innocent little girl that you raised up to be
But now, I am strong enough to hold my ground
Strong enough to speak my mind
To help inspire others
To take care of myself
To be who I want to be
I want to be me
Me, the person that shows love not through tough love
But through love…”LOVE”…L..O..V..E.. love
Through a hug [EMBRACE]
A hand shake [HAND SHAKE]
Soft spoken words [GIGGLE]
A smile [SMILE]
A simple touch…of my fingertips…to yours [ACT THIS OUT]
A gentle kiss [BITE YOUR LIPS]
Tough love is not what keeps me away from you
It is what keeps me wanting you evermore
I want you to understand all the pain
Suffering
Hurt
Disappointment
And struggle
You have put on my shoulders since that night
I want to know why
Why tough love?
Why tough love “that” way?
Was there no other way?
Was it because of the past memories you experienced
That this [SLAP LEFT]
Was the only way [SLAP RIGHT]
You knew [DOWN ON KNEES]
How to express [SHEILD YOUR FACE]
Your love [CROUCH DOWN AND SHUDDER]
To me? [PEEK THROUGH STAND UP]
Not only does the blood of my ancestors run through my veins [TOUCH ARMS WITH FLOW OF BLOOD]
They run in yours as well [REACH OUT TO CROWD]
You don’t have to keep being that follower
Of traditional ways in expressing your love
A new day is here
Times have changed
Take control
Practice what you preach
You say
“Be independent
Stand your ground
Live your life for you and no one else
No one else but yourself”
BULLSHIT!!
Tell me why I haven’t seen you live YOUR life
Why express your anger
That you have bottled up inside of you [PAUSE]
On me?
Why do I have to suffer on your behalf?
NO!
I should not have to deal with that shit
YOUR SHIT!!
Take your own advice and live
[FOLLOWING RECITE TOGETHER]
Live your life
Be who you want to be
Do what you want to do
Express how you want to express yourself
Sing
Dance
Speak
Runaround
Organize
Give a helping hand
Draw
Create
Write
Live
Laugh
Cry
Smile
Frown
Respect
Trust
Inspire
Believe
Dream
Imagine
Grow
Relax
Hope
Wish
Love
Just love
Love me
“Can you practice what you preach?
And would you turn the other cheek
Father, father, father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love?”
Where is the love?
Where is YOUR love?
I want YOUR love
I want you to love me
“Because I do…love…you”
“…Because of you”
-Leslie Duldulao
Dark cold nights
As I wait outside under the stars [LOOK AND POINT UP TO SKY]
Waiting for you to let me back in
Back inside the warmth of the house [HUG YOURSELF AND SMILE]
Back inside the place I call home
The warmth
The warmth of the blood running down
My arms as I look at the open gashes
From the slashes
The slashes
Left and right [LOOK LEFT AND THEN LOOK RIGHT]
Shielding me form the love-filled hatred
Blows with my arm [SHEILD YOUR FACE WITH ARMS]
Blows…from your belt
You said “tough love”
I didn’t know that love had to be that tough
Tough on my heart
The heart in which pumps YOUR blood through my body
Your blood is what you see running down my arms [TOUCH ARMS]
Your blood is what stains your belt
Your blood is what stains my heart [TOUCH HEART]
My tears wash away your blood from my arms
But the scars still remain
Reminding me of the “tough love”
You gave me when I did something bad
You only saw me when I did something bad
Never any praise when I did something good
Always looking at the worst
And not my best
“Because of you, I never strayed too far from the sidewalk
Because of you, I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt
Because of you, I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you I am afraid.”
Afraid of what you think of me now
I am that strong independent woman that you raised up to be
Who speaks out my mind in confidence
Saying whatever comes up in my mind
I have a voice
I am still that sweet innocent little girl that you raised up to be
But now, I am strong enough to hold my ground
Strong enough to speak my mind
To help inspire others
To take care of myself
To be who I want to be
I want to be me
Me, the person that shows love not through tough love
But through love…”LOVE”…L..O..V..E.. love
Through a hug [EMBRACE]
A hand shake [HAND SHAKE]
Soft spoken words [GIGGLE]
A smile [SMILE]
A simple touch…of my fingertips…to yours [ACT THIS OUT]
A gentle kiss [BITE YOUR LIPS]
Tough love is not what keeps me away from you
It is what keeps me wanting you evermore
I want you to understand all the pain
Suffering
Hurt
Disappointment
And struggle
You have put on my shoulders since that night
I want to know why
Why tough love?
Why tough love “that” way?
Was there no other way?
Was it because of the past memories you experienced
That this [SLAP LEFT]
Was the only way [SLAP RIGHT]
You knew [DOWN ON KNEES]
How to express [SHEILD YOUR FACE]
Your love [CROUCH DOWN AND SHUDDER]
To me? [PEEK THROUGH STAND UP]
Not only does the blood of my ancestors run through my veins [TOUCH ARMS WITH FLOW OF BLOOD]
They run in yours as well [REACH OUT TO CROWD]
You don’t have to keep being that follower
Of traditional ways in expressing your love
A new day is here
Times have changed
Take control
Practice what you preach
You say
“Be independent
Stand your ground
Live your life for you and no one else
No one else but yourself”
BULLSHIT!!
Tell me why I haven’t seen you live YOUR life
Why express your anger
That you have bottled up inside of you [PAUSE]
On me?
Why do I have to suffer on your behalf?
NO!
I should not have to deal with that shit
YOUR SHIT!!
Take your own advice and live
[FOLLOWING RECITE TOGETHER]
Live your life
Be who you want to be
Do what you want to do
Express how you want to express yourself
Sing
Dance
Speak
Runaround
Organize
Give a helping hand
Draw
Create
Write
Live
Laugh
Cry
Smile
Frown
Respect
Trust
Inspire
Believe
Dream
Imagine
Grow
Relax
Hope
Wish
Love
Just love
Love me
“Can you practice what you preach?
And would you turn the other cheek
Father, father, father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love?”
Where is the love?
Where is YOUR love?
I want YOUR love
I want you to love me
“Because I do…love…you”
Leslie's Log Line :)
Hello beautiful poet's :)
here's my log line :)
-I am a soul searching for the truth through sharing histories and herstories about the intertwining of love and identity to inspire other souls
love you guys :)
-Leslie
here's my log line :)
-I am a soul searching for the truth through sharing histories and herstories about the intertwining of love and identity to inspire other souls
love you guys :)
-Leslie
Sama, Anna Marie & Leslie LOVE Piece-REVISE
LESLIE: That thing, that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy…and the only thing in focus is you and this person…and you realize that that person is the only person that you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life…and for one moment you get this amazing kiss…and you wanna laugh…and you wanna cry…
SAMA AND LESLIE: Cuz you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it’ll go away at the same time.
ANNA: You guys, can you STOP reciting quotes from movies
SAMA AND LESLIE: Sorry, never been kissed was on tbs last night
ANNA: riiiiight…
LESLIE: Awwww (holds hands together)
ANNA: Ehhh
SAMA: Fuck!!
LESLIE: You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because
ALL: reality is finally better than your dreams.
LESLIE: I don’t know where I stand with you, and I don’t know what I mean to you. All I know is every time I think of you,
ANNA AND LESLIE: All I wanna do is be with you.
ANNA: But trust is a funny thing with us. We swear to each other that we trust each other with everything with have, but jealousy has a good way of ruining romantic moments. Jealousy that breeds famished thoughts into insanity. The type of jealousy where I’m pretty sure I refresh your facebook page more times than I check my notifications. I know you’ve been trying real hard to reassure me, but
ANNA AND SAMA: sometimes intuition never lets me sleep.
SAMA: Now restless nights of being alone,
fighting back the compulsory urge of my body,
trained, to compact itself and press against the wall to make room for you,
I want to go back and hide under your bed record the sound of your slobbering snoring as you set into sleep—put it on loop
ANNA: put it on loop
LESLIE: put it on loop
SAMA-and spoon my body pillow blanket bundle and fall asleep next to it—who needs to play bath and body works soothing pacific ocean sounds disc one when you have snors
[MIMIC SOME WITH OWN ACTIONS]
LESLIE: I want someone who just wants to be near me. To whisper in my ear. To hold my hand and kiss me oh so slightly. To put my hair behind my ear when it falls in my face. To wrap me in their arms and tell me that they love me. I want to be the smile, the first thought, the long drive, or the short walk, the last voice, the random call, the laugh, the sparkle in your eye, the everything you need, just what you want, I want to be
ALL: yours.
ANNA: I just got one question: What happened to all that cute shit?
LES: mhmmm!
Transition! beat?
SAMA: sitting on my couch in my old high school leadership hoodie,
cookie crumbs caught in the grooves and wrinkles of your good boxers
that I’m wearing that you lied about having and have no intention of giving back,
Starring at my phone…
ANNA: I still can’t help but feel frustrated when it takes you more than 3 minutes to respond to my text. Because it is these moments that I feel that you suppress your position as a partner. A moment of tranquility for you, an endless discontent for me. You’re SO sleeping on the phone with me tonight.
SAMA: your numbers pre-programmed in, seven digits but in reality a next lifetime away, thinking of the most trivial reasons to call you just to hear your voice “hey whats up, I was just breathing in air, and it made think about you, you know because you breath too…”
LESLIE: As I sit here I can’t help but wonder why dreams are the way they are. Why when you dream about owning a
SAMA AND LESLIE: Well designed beautiful interior house
AT THE SAME TIME
LESLIE: but is interpreted as yourself wanting comfort and love from that one and only person.
SAMA: Can I come home now?
Say it low: Come home into your arms, and when I say your arms, I mean your arms in that place I've called home but
ALL: 'love can't live here anymore'
In the meanwhile I'm crash at a few friends places until tensions grow high and occupy foreign hotels with foreign bodies where the synthetic linens scrape and pull at my body until I can come back to home
After the third home
LESLIE: It’s interpreted as yourself wanting comfort and love from that one and only person.
SAMA: I know that's some overused shit to say
but I'm stubborn as all hell and will continue to put 'your arms' into google maps and follow the starting point to my destination so
ANNA AND SAMA: Meet me half way
ANNA: See, I thought relationships were about compromise, but I swear, it feels like being stubborn is the only way to survive. I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but now I toss that shit around, hoping that you’ll find a glimpse of mutual feelings. So I’ll continue to feel too much and love too easily, while we fight too much and listen too slightly. Drowning myself in drinks of dreams, falsely cultivating self confidence, I slowly forget how it feels to feel.
SAMA: i was slowly sipping on my ginger tea, both my hands wrapped around the mug, my fingers all individually hugging the ceramic with my grasp, as i moved to perch my lips to blow the steam looming over my face my gaze moves towards the paper tag that hangs over the edge of the mouth of the mug, it reads:
ALL: "love has no fear and no vengeance"
SAMA: fuck you yogi tea, fuck you ginger tea bag, fuck you asshole piece of bitch paper you think you’re better me
i've eaten and still harbor the after taste of both fear and vengeance on occasion
ALL: lately more so fear
sometimes i think i have to save you from myself
ALL: more so fear
They say misery loves comedy but my misery’s coupled with comedy, crutches of cackles, jokes about me you, yo mama, and yo cousin to because I’m afraid of what I’ll do if this time it’s really over
I mean don’t this whole fucking poem make you wanna do it one more timeeeee
Beat*
ANNA: I guess what I’m trying to say is that, even though we drive each other crazy, and I want to shake the shit out of you sometimes, I’m in love with you. Not that love, love you, too, type shit. That, I love how you piss me off, fart real loud, and make fun of how I can only cook eggs, type shit. That shit where I can always trust that you’ll be the one to give in when we give each other the silent treatment. Where I know you won’t ever walk away. That type where we challenge each other. Where you’ll interrupt my real bad day stories with a
SAMA: “Excuse me, but you look extra beautiful.”
LESLIE: If I can’t hear your heartbeat, you’re too far away.
ALL: I got that
ANNA: we’ll argue until the sun rises, bicker like no one’s watching, and say things no one else would even dare to.
ALL: I got that
ANNA: you still make me laugh, you’re my best friend, glad we have a secret language, thanks for kissing my boo boo, type. In the end, I think that I will like that we were sitting, talking & wondering where the time had gone.
ALL: Yeah, I got it.
LESLIE: And now as we lay in bed in each other’s embrace, I chizzle your words within the walls of the chambers of my heart, and with each blow an explosion of not pain, but love overcome me. Staring down the infinite darkness into your eyes I see a light. A shimmer. A gleam of happiness. Like the feeling of a blanket of hugs covering you keeping you safe as you drift off into dreamland. And as I lean over I can’t help but whisper two words into your ear
ALL: in a language you don’t understand…
LESLIE: mahal kita. *BEAT*
LESLIE, ANNA, SAMA: I love you
SAMA AND LESLIE: Cuz you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it’ll go away at the same time.
ANNA: You guys, can you STOP reciting quotes from movies
SAMA AND LESLIE: Sorry, never been kissed was on tbs last night
ANNA: riiiiight…
LESLIE: Awwww (holds hands together)
ANNA: Ehhh
SAMA: Fuck!!
LESLIE: You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because
ALL: reality is finally better than your dreams.
LESLIE: I don’t know where I stand with you, and I don’t know what I mean to you. All I know is every time I think of you,
ANNA AND LESLIE: All I wanna do is be with you.
ANNA: But trust is a funny thing with us. We swear to each other that we trust each other with everything with have, but jealousy has a good way of ruining romantic moments. Jealousy that breeds famished thoughts into insanity. The type of jealousy where I’m pretty sure I refresh your facebook page more times than I check my notifications. I know you’ve been trying real hard to reassure me, but
ANNA AND SAMA: sometimes intuition never lets me sleep.
SAMA: Now restless nights of being alone,
fighting back the compulsory urge of my body,
trained, to compact itself and press against the wall to make room for you,
I want to go back and hide under your bed record the sound of your slobbering snoring as you set into sleep—put it on loop
ANNA: put it on loop
LESLIE: put it on loop
SAMA-and spoon my body pillow blanket bundle and fall asleep next to it—who needs to play bath and body works soothing pacific ocean sounds disc one when you have snors
[MIMIC SOME WITH OWN ACTIONS]
LESLIE: I want someone who just wants to be near me. To whisper in my ear. To hold my hand and kiss me oh so slightly. To put my hair behind my ear when it falls in my face. To wrap me in their arms and tell me that they love me. I want to be the smile, the first thought, the long drive, or the short walk, the last voice, the random call, the laugh, the sparkle in your eye, the everything you need, just what you want, I want to be
ALL: yours.
ANNA: I just got one question: What happened to all that cute shit?
LES: mhmmm!
Transition! beat?
SAMA: sitting on my couch in my old high school leadership hoodie,
cookie crumbs caught in the grooves and wrinkles of your good boxers
that I’m wearing that you lied about having and have no intention of giving back,
Starring at my phone…
ANNA: I still can’t help but feel frustrated when it takes you more than 3 minutes to respond to my text. Because it is these moments that I feel that you suppress your position as a partner. A moment of tranquility for you, an endless discontent for me. You’re SO sleeping on the phone with me tonight.
SAMA: your numbers pre-programmed in, seven digits but in reality a next lifetime away, thinking of the most trivial reasons to call you just to hear your voice “hey whats up, I was just breathing in air, and it made think about you, you know because you breath too…”
LESLIE: As I sit here I can’t help but wonder why dreams are the way they are. Why when you dream about owning a
SAMA AND LESLIE: Well designed beautiful interior house
AT THE SAME TIME
LESLIE: but is interpreted as yourself wanting comfort and love from that one and only person.
SAMA: Can I come home now?
Say it low: Come home into your arms, and when I say your arms, I mean your arms in that place I've called home but
ALL: 'love can't live here anymore'
In the meanwhile I'm crash at a few friends places until tensions grow high and occupy foreign hotels with foreign bodies where the synthetic linens scrape and pull at my body until I can come back to home
After the third home
LESLIE: It’s interpreted as yourself wanting comfort and love from that one and only person.
SAMA: I know that's some overused shit to say
but I'm stubborn as all hell and will continue to put 'your arms' into google maps and follow the starting point to my destination so
ANNA AND SAMA: Meet me half way
ANNA: See, I thought relationships were about compromise, but I swear, it feels like being stubborn is the only way to survive. I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, but now I toss that shit around, hoping that you’ll find a glimpse of mutual feelings. So I’ll continue to feel too much and love too easily, while we fight too much and listen too slightly. Drowning myself in drinks of dreams, falsely cultivating self confidence, I slowly forget how it feels to feel.
SAMA: i was slowly sipping on my ginger tea, both my hands wrapped around the mug, my fingers all individually hugging the ceramic with my grasp, as i moved to perch my lips to blow the steam looming over my face my gaze moves towards the paper tag that hangs over the edge of the mouth of the mug, it reads:
ALL: "love has no fear and no vengeance"
SAMA: fuck you yogi tea, fuck you ginger tea bag, fuck you asshole piece of bitch paper you think you’re better me
i've eaten and still harbor the after taste of both fear and vengeance on occasion
ALL: lately more so fear
sometimes i think i have to save you from myself
ALL: more so fear
They say misery loves comedy but my misery’s coupled with comedy, crutches of cackles, jokes about me you, yo mama, and yo cousin to because I’m afraid of what I’ll do if this time it’s really over
I mean don’t this whole fucking poem make you wanna do it one more timeeeee
Beat*
ANNA: I guess what I’m trying to say is that, even though we drive each other crazy, and I want to shake the shit out of you sometimes, I’m in love with you. Not that love, love you, too, type shit. That, I love how you piss me off, fart real loud, and make fun of how I can only cook eggs, type shit. That shit where I can always trust that you’ll be the one to give in when we give each other the silent treatment. Where I know you won’t ever walk away. That type where we challenge each other. Where you’ll interrupt my real bad day stories with a
SAMA: “Excuse me, but you look extra beautiful.”
LESLIE: If I can’t hear your heartbeat, you’re too far away.
ALL: I got that
ANNA: we’ll argue until the sun rises, bicker like no one’s watching, and say things no one else would even dare to.
ALL: I got that
ANNA: you still make me laugh, you’re my best friend, glad we have a secret language, thanks for kissing my boo boo, type. In the end, I think that I will like that we were sitting, talking & wondering where the time had gone.
ALL: Yeah, I got it.
LESLIE: And now as we lay in bed in each other’s embrace, I chizzle your words within the walls of the chambers of my heart, and with each blow an explosion of not pain, but love overcome me. Staring down the infinite darkness into your eyes I see a light. A shimmer. A gleam of happiness. Like the feeling of a blanket of hugs covering you keeping you safe as you drift off into dreamland. And as I lean over I can’t help but whisper two words into your ear
ALL: in a language you don’t understand…
LESLIE: mahal kita. *BEAT*
LESLIE, ANNA, SAMA: I love you
Akiva and Chessa Father Piece
Hey Guys.
This is just my part of the poem. Akiva will attach his part later.
Give Thanks.
My Father
Akiva starts with the song.
We come together on "Frightened."
I search for you my Father. In the spidery fingers of his strong hands upon my spine.
Tapping on his door late at night, his dark bear cave to keep me safe through the darkest times.
From his bed, to heart to head I crawled on my hands and knees to seek your void.
Yelling, throwing stones, the telephone slams with your lack of forgiveness and I beg one more bed to open up and comfort me.
Pause-Akiva begins.
*This Way
*Either did to me without my permission
-Moment (Pause)
Then the silence creeps in and I start to search again. Who will hold me, comfort me? Where is the love coming from?
(Play) Akiva begins
Pause-His Mother's
The resentment boiling
Mama's womanhood spoiling
because you weren't the man she once needed.
Play-Akiva
Pause-Propaganda
Chained to television screen, vodka, your leather sofa and a home without a single human soul to hear your cries when the voices come to haunt your sleep at night.
You told me about your nightmares.
About the way you see demons in the shadows, the evil faces that won't leave you alone.
Pause-(The pressure in my chest)
The suffocating is killing me. The little girl inside me cannot breathe. She has been trying to hide.
Let the operator disconnect your fears.
FEel that you are needed by this growing female.
The empty space is being filled.
Play A
Monster in the closet is me. Pause
Come out from those vacant spaces you find yourself in.
I'm finding you again.
In the melody. The leaves on the trees.
The ducks upstream.
I am balancing.
Watch me walk, see me fly, let me sing you my own sweet lullabye.
Papa how I miss you. Papa How I need you. Papa how I miss you kissing me goodnight.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
poems
Identity Piece
Me: You don't know me
you don't know the tears that I've cried
when I've tried to fit in with a group of people
like you.
Memorys, memorys oh cruel memorys
like trying to suck the poison out of a bite
you fill my mouth with your bitter venom.
Memorys of small child trying to belong only
to be forced to the ground.
Others: Why should they help you? You weren't born here.
Me: No, I was not of America born
but I have been baptized in a river of scorn
by people who know me not
and I have stood strong and fought
the waves of their impurity
It's all surging back to me
NO!!!!
I will not be like you.
Let me give you a hand
so maybe you can understand
what I have been through.
you don't know the tears that I've cried
when I've tried to fit in with a group of people
like you.
Memorys, memorys oh cruel memorys
like trying to suck the poison out of a bite
you fill my mouth with your bitter venom.
Memorys of small child trying to belong only
to be forced to the ground.
Others: Why should they help you? You weren't born here.
Me: No, I was not of America born
but I have been baptized in a river of scorn
by people who know me not
and I have stood strong and fought
the waves of their impurity
It's all surging back to me
NO!!!!
I will not be like you.
Let me give you a hand
so maybe you can understand
what I have been through.
Friday, October 9, 2009
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