First:
Be thirsty for failure
First:
Be thirsty for failure
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
This daily script interferes
With any royal mood
Leaving abstract smiles
Upon the observer’s space
Each piece reaches the other
with startling ponder
Shaking up their normality
Signaling the writer’s psyche
Demanding a daily dose of encouragement
The bond sparked small
A distant curiosity sated by the choreography of words
A budding denial received confirmation in plain sight
An uncultivated heart given wings to ascend
An untamed mind flew over the boundary beyond the intellectual elasticity
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)
Created a new mentality
Worked to “push beyond potential”
Enough said.
* The “Mamba mentality” really strives for greatness; perhaps even attempts to go beyond greatness to reach even higher heights. It’s about not giving up, about giving your all, about going toward something better, not worrying about what will happen next but what you can do now! Kobe was a modern-day philosopher, a creative genius. His passion for life will never be forgotten
Dripped paint on the canvas
Instead of brushing it on
Enough said.
* The “drip technique” was a masterful edition to art. It inspires me always. What artists inspire you outside of your creative medium?
A petty clock that never shuts up
Always yelling tick and tock
I won’t hear your roar!
Distance is irrelevant
When love’s your vehicle
Swimming in a dream
Is no training for swimming
In actual water
An obvious problem
Too late to be solved
*(I really must learn to swim soon. I should’ve learned this as a child, but was allergic to something in the water which kept me away ever since. And maybe now I’m just a wimp!)
Let’s get talkative
Converse in cooperation
Dress like heirs or
Circulate a dose of our sweet drug
To confuse the rebel market
Allow nobody to shoot the timetable
We’ve generated eternally
We have a conscious index
Of how this voyage should end
So don’t let the mess transform you
Recording fragments
Through invisible sketches
Standard performance
Yet still revolutionary
It’s not what’s underneath your clothes
It’s what’s underneath your soul
Which makes me love you for life
The Poetry of Joseph D. Hamilton
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Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming