Too Much [Tyler Ford]Dedicated to you who felt you were not "good enough." I've been there too.Play Count: 736 The Floating Poem, Unnumbered [Adrienne Rich]Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine — tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come —
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there —
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth —
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I have been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave — whatever happens, this is.Play Count: 905 Poema 1 [Pablo Neruda] [Spanish]I am not a Spanish speaker. However, I love this poem so much that I probably will practice this till the day my soul leaves this Earth. This was the poem that sparked something in me so it's extra special. To end 2016 poetry month (here in the U.S.) I wanted to upload it. I've been practicing this one for a month and maybe in a year from now I'll do it real justice. Either way, thank you Pablo for writing this. Thanks, P for introducing me to him. I'm forever grateful.Play Count: 929 II [Twenty-one Love Poems][Adrienne Rich]I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming.
Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,
You've been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:
our friend the poet comes into my room
where I've been writing for days,
drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
and I want to show her one poem
which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,
and wake. You've kissed my hair
to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone...
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.Play Count: 627 Sonnet 147 [Shakespeare] [Accent]My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.Play Count: 727 Every Other Freckle [alt-J]Just messing around with my mic I finally took out of storage. Totally rouch draft. Decided to only do one take cuz these lyrics, too much for me to handle late at night. I'm such a restless soul sometimes.Play Count: 993