Performing
We entered the outer sanctuary
to the guards challenge, "can I see your ID please?"
I stared, not comprehending the words nor my sons answer.
“I don't have any.” Fear amidst expectation.
"He’s with us," says my wife, the guard nods.
For how many centuries have
the holy of holies been protected and the
chosen given entrance with privilege and grace without
the need to prove they are worthy to be present.
Their very bearing was sufficient.
Just speak up for yourself; say, “I’m with them.”
There’ll be no more awkward moments, to spoil our night.
We explore the festival village, seeking food, and rest.
Observing and discussing all the sights and sounds.
We eat, then join, the eclectic queue!
Have people always waited, politely
in lines. Awaiting entrance to the spectacle
that has brought them from their daily lives to be uplifted.
To have their lives changed for ever, to fall in love
to sing, dance or be touched; that first time.
The Spiegel Tent awaits us, its glory
plain to see. Painted images of former days,
of performance grand and thrills and chills; and hearts left fulfilled.
The wood and glass and mirrors, lights and smells and sounds;
all combine in prepared alchemy.
.
A light flicks on, the stage smokes blue, a sound
from the back. Behind the crowd, she strums, then that voice.
Soft at first, husky, feminine, then stronger than one thought.
She sings the words and we join in the sharing and
the show. We are her and she is we.
The repertoire we know and join in where
the words are ours and hers and our voices unite.
Her version of another's song that brings our history
into conscious mind and the naked bodies truth.
Part of our past to be respected.
Amanda does not shy away from the
honest truth. She wears it as a badge of honour.
Singing out for respect and self awareness of living,
of caring, of being healthy, and at your best!
Respectful love of the living now.
You reading this; yes, you can change the world!
Her words tell us to take up string and sing out loud;
to love and care and be proud, of life and being diff’rent.
Don't kill ourselves and dwell on pain; but live, breathe and
exercise, and celebrate our lives.
So take up your ukulele and sing
out loud. About hairy underarms and Maps of
Tasmania and not giving a fuck to feed war and
violence; but touching life with our voices, and
our hands, and arms, and our honesty.
18/1/14
A/N
AP's style is Punk Cabaret, bloody amazing live! Here are two very powerful pieces.
copy and paste the links -
Map of Tasmania
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcoreV10hI8
Bed Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sW4dwXXX7Q
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Change the World
PoetryPoems about changing the world by being true to ourselves and expressing who we really are through the things we do in every day life. So we can reclaim our strength and overcome the inequity and stupidity of the crass and greedy.
