Labels can be so tiresome.
The constructs of branding those by race, gender, mental ability, sexual orientation, religion, and other factors is sickening.
Why can’t there be a level playing field instead of a wobbly one.
Yes, I just referenced Tech N9ne.
I got to use one of my Christmas presents for this Katauta.
It’s the first one of the new year, so I might as well write a poem about it.
However, I prefer goals over resolutions.
I wasn’t able to post this earlier, but I still met my Wednesday deadline.
I was inspired by watching the documentary Big Boys Gone Bananas!* earlier and I wanted to write a katauta based on the film’s message.
Interestingly enough, one of my Christmas presents is shown in this video. I really need to put it to use.
Can you believe I did 40 of these poems already?
Mistakes can be a nuisance.
A miscommunication can cause things to go asunder.
History was written by the victors.
But these victors are sore winners in addition to being pathological liars.
I stood outside at 27 degrees in the Midwestern December to make this video. Oh, the things I do for my art. That hollowed and burnt out trunk represents this week’s katauta.
This was another quick one I came up with and I focused on independent artists from around. It’s a good thing I have a bunch of band buttons.
All vocals this time. It hurts when you’ve been painted as the enemy. I certainly get frustrated when people like me have their flaws maximized while others’ are minimized or excused.
I returned to my bongos despite how cliche it is to recite poetry over playing them. It makes me feel like a beatnik sometimes. Oh well. Perhaps a brief time signature change at some point could spice things up.
Here’s a Katauta video where I use an instrument again. This would be a rain stick for those of you who have never seen it before. I thought it would give some nice ambience to this poem.
Also, yes. I’m wearing a Battle Royale shirt. I might get trolled by Hunger Games fans for doing so. Haha!