A Fool or a Visionary

sing your song

Why does anyone care what you say

Is it Love?

Or do they just put it in the closet

why does anybody care what you say

because you say it with passion

because you say it with persistence

because you scream in their ear

BECAUSE YOU TELL THEM

they have nothing to fear

THEY WANT TO HEAR

THEY HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR

THAT LIFE GOES ON FOREVER

BUT IT DOESNT

YOU HAVE TO SAY WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY

WHEN YOU CAN SAY IT

BECAUSE THE TIME WILL COME

WHEN YOU NO LONGER SAY IT

SO SING IT SING YOUR SONG 

SING SING SING SING YOUR SONG

SING IT AS LOUD AS YOU CAN 

AS HARD AS YOU CAN

AS FAST AS YOU CAN

OFF KEY IF YOU MUST

SING YOUR SONG 

IF THEY LOVE YOU THEY WILL HEAR.

FIND LOVE AND SING

FIND LOVE AND LISTEN

WHY DOES ANYONE CARE WHAT YOU SAY

LOVE LOVE LOVE 

 

 

k.s. lewis 2011-2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As

 

2012

winter days curl like dried leaves

no

like paper unconsumed by red flame

book of passion

wanting a match

 

k.s. lewis 2012

 

CRUMBLING

 

    Every piece of furniture I have is stacked against the door to keep out this thing called death. Meanwhile, inside I crumble. I crumble from bad living habits, lack of exercise and my lack of discipline. I vow to myself this shall change beginning now. First I shall sleep and then I shall write more.  I SHALL FIND DISCIPLINE.   AND IN THREE MONTHS I WILL BE AWAKE DURING AN OPERATION ON MY BRAIN.

SO SLEEP NOW.  Sleep.

 

THE WORDS OF POETS

k.s. lewis reading THE WORDS OF POETS

 

The Words of Poets  by k.s. lewis

I listen to poets,

Call me the audience.

When I hear words put in order it entrances me,

enhances me

I don’t  mean the orders of before

I mean orders never before.

When that happens it makes me cry

It makes me think I have died

But most of all it inspires me to try

To create the ultimate explanation

of what the world

Should be.

It drives me

 to defy inequity and inequality

to reject all those knowing rejections

Inspiration by the words of poets creates justice by revolution

Drives humanity to destinations and solutions not attainable

 By ordinary fuel

The words of poets

Loads a fuel for transformation of a world gone awry

The conversion of observation to words to images

By poets living in poverty and consternation

filtering their emotions and tears

to find the injections of inspiration for others

Comes from minds willing to sacrifice

Their lives To the endless search for order

That may never be found

But I tell you it can happen

Because I feel  the tremors when I listen

To poets finding fuel never found

The inspiration for everyone to change

to come together without  blame or shame

And when a poet comes close to perfection

When I hear words put in order it entrances me,

enhances me

I don’t  mean the orders of before

I mean orders never before.

When that happens it makes me cry

It makes me think I have died

But most of all it inspires me to try

To create the ultimate explanation

of what the world should be for everyone.

 

 

SCREAM.

k.s. lewis reads SCREAM

 

 

I set out to write a poem at 8 8 PM Mountain standard Time

on a Friday night

and God damn it somebody calls me to ask how to write           

First of all I want to say you can write anyway you please,

but you protest to me

I want people to listen

and I laugh,

people don't listen,

they pretend to listen somebody 

so you have to scream so loud

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

to get their attention

after that write any way you please

yes i am a nonconformist revolutionary

and the audience is a bunch of meek suburbanites

come to the know inner city for a thrill

i take out a machine gun and rattle off metaphoric rounds

over their head

how they are enslaved to a society

that executes the innocent

and send their children off to die for principles

they have not a clue as to meaning

rather just wrap the bodies in the red white and blue

send the next batch of kids to grammar school

who end up questioning the universe

and you send your grandkids back to  West Point and Annapolis

to perpetrate the  American myth

and I say no no no no no no no

I don't need people quoting

Gen. Shermans's aphorisms

about blood and gore shed by the Confederacy

but I went off on a tangent

get back to the reality of writing a poem

just before reading it

drink a shot of whiskey and think of the week in review

I was meaning to write something good

but I ran out of drugs and overate

felt like I was ready to end all

then I wrote a poem for my mother's 80th birthday

and I had to stay around to see how that came out

yes the week was not a good one

I really want to write something that stung

something that really makes a difference

about the world we live in

all I can talk about is drugs and death and unjustified wars.

So one more time I take my time

to write something that doesn't quite make sense

and what I should be doing

 is screaming

stop the god damn war and all the killing

I don't care if the battles are now out of sight

and people just care about Grammys and Oscars and

all that entertainment drivel

now I am confused at what I was doing so

I was writing a poem about the  the week

my summary of what happened

people lived people died people were killed and people cared.

Live die and care.

So I should write something funny

I went to a comedy club

It had gospel singers

no that was not the comedy

the comedy was my life

I laugh because  because I still am alive

despite the disease drugs and driving

I should say the week was a monumental success

because the uranium didn't go off

and I am at at the Mercury Café

reading on a Friday night

an incoherent poem about living dying and laughing.

 

 

 

PENCIL SKETCHES

a poem about Paris by ks. lewis

 

LATE NIGHT LAWYER BLUES

Late Night Lawyer Blues

 

STREET SWEEPER

Street sweeper

A recording by k.s. lewis from Sunlight and Shadows.

sing your song

Why does anybody care what we say

if they love you they will hear

sing as loud as you can

scream it in their ear

why do people listen

love

Sing your song2

THE MANNY AND SASS PROJECT

This is an interactive audio and movie project based upon the Manny And Sass scripts written by k.s. lewis.   The goal is the creation of separate audio and video pieces from submissions by the readers of this blog. The following MANNY AND SASS scripts may be downloaded by the readers and recorded as an audio or video file and returned to kurtraider@msn.com along with the release form below signed by the performers. The recordings need only one script to be considered for the project. If they are returned with the performers release then consideration will be given to using them for the creation of a movie or an audio recording to be distributed  on the Internet and otherwise.  For purposes of copyright law consent to download these files is only granted for purposes of performing this project. They may not be performed for monetary compensation except  by written  License agreement separately entered into.

 

Download A Snow Storm manny and sass

Download Manny and sass art critic ver2.3

Download Manny and sass Congress

Download Manny and sass one-1

Download Manny and Sass the game

Download MANNY AND SASS QUARKS

Download Manny and Sass umbrellaa

Download Manny and Sass Where to Travel

Download Manny sass writer ver2

Download Sass and manny alone

Download Manny and Sass Death

 

Release Document:   Download PERFORMER RELEASEMSP

SHADOWBOXING

He shadowboxes the darkness

 punches flailing in the night

illuminated by the barest of light

With rhythm of shoulders and fists he battles 

against evil opponents:

Addictions, fears, lonliness and disease.

Solitary shadow boxer still standing.

Relentless foes connecting.

Yet he fights on 

swinging in every direction. 

Shadowboxing the invisible

illuminated by the barest of light.