I値l let you know when I get there,
To hell, I mean.
I値l let you know every last which one of us is down there
Dead all dead, I値l let you know.
Back in the ivory bone cages,
It was what it was
The defining moments that made us what we are
How we lived our lives.
I値l let you know when I get there,
I値l just write on home
To let you know when I get there.
Author notes
I tend to speak in a poetic flow, just a habit. What to do when faced with the prospect of going to hell
A contest entry
- Spoken Word Artist Trials - Auditions by poetryality.
2000 points, ended March 25, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I want your views by hardwire.
480 points, ended May 15, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Spoken word has a definitive theme and the absence of such a theme lies on these pages. Yes the poem did have a great flow but it had no beat or rhythm. It also only lasted for a moment. Had you not been receptive, and given us some meat, this poem may have stood a chance as spoken word.
I do thank you for this entry in the contest though.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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i like the line "back in the ivory bone cages" pretty good poem
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