Hour of the Muse. A video poem that I wrote, directed and performed in.
*A poem that I wrote 10 years ago. Also the image is mine, taken this year.
Cowards are those with nothing beautiful to share
except the scent in the air
that represents something
running our life in the ocean
despite this great notion
that we are all one
sitting inside a small sun
that’s void of emotion,
inside of our hearts,
thinking how life really starts
without a beginning
and without our proud sinning
which makes us real hard
from the fact that we gasp
as we run real, real fast
on our toes
and come to respect all our lows
in the past
and curt when we learn
from this yearning inside of our mind
that we tend to remind
ourself in concern
firmly, but curtly like a flower
since we’ve only the power to blurt
all that works
like when we say in these hours,
“Cowards are those with nothing beautiful to share.”
by Marc Alexander Valle
She told my co-worker
that I was just in deep thought
after he asked why I don’t talk.
So often labeled ‘quiet’
that I started to get used to it.
She said that co-workers referred to her as a ‘dolt’
when it came to judging character.
But maybe she just needed a euphemism.
Like ‘deep thought’ for ‘odd’,
or ‘good-natured’ for ‘dolt’.
But I never said anything.
I was in too deep of thought
to realize that I should.