PlayBed

I'm waiting to hear your next piece, Kaydi. Still enjoying this one, but I'm curious for the new.

I love this piece--a nice bit of poetry that delivers some lightness and clever word play--does every spoken word piece have to be an angry protest?

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One third of each day spent here
equals one third of an entire life
Two thirds of that thir
most likely this square will be shared
Coil springed pad in a sea of roo
to set down and dream on
No wheels or wings it ha
but travel is its target
From womb to crib to cot to grave-
somewhere in there--throw
from single to queen, we bum
and collide like twin
on the crest of stormy sleep
After one third of two third
of that third, spent boxed in a seven by seven
lynched of of falling, snagged by snore
and dreaming your elbow is chewin
my lower back, I want to pus
you off the bed, but I don’t
They say if you hit the groun
while you’re dreaming
you never come back
How do we jump from wakefulnes
and land safely on this budding swoop of sleep
We lie flat on our beds. That’s how
I hope dying is like that. The last tim
my spirit lies flat on its bones-
calcium pad in this sea of sk
to set down and dream on
no wheels or wings, but still able to fly
I hope dying is like that. Spirit, two third
life, the other third a dream
without your elbow in my back, please

Hi Dear Kaydi
I love the sound and the lyrics! Very pleasant to listen to! Thanks Kaydi, Blessings to you always, Annie

Though it is quite good, and the lyrics rise to the level of poetry.

As a poet of longstanding I can't writely call this spoken word because the chorus is sung.

Outstanding,humor filled a real Gem, loved it..Brav

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