Street Talk
Substance abuse froze and refused to save me from
The street side performances inducing an endorphin run.
Caddallacs, meth labs, and vistiril.
I stand still, in shock,
Between round abouts,
Ins and outs,
Please leave me instilled with the power,
To perfect the ryhthm of this flower.
It's the tulips that fuel up indecision.
I can't compromise the way it hits your soul,
It's heaven to the tenth power,
A common goal.
Picture perfect it's the syrup that sets a pace,
Like lavender laced with the tempo of a rat race.
It's life, death, and everything in between,
Subsequent and sequentially out of peak.
A listing,
A vibe,
A reason to hide beneath the covers and
Sit alone and wonder,
"What's left of this mess weave made?"
Refugees left with no memory of their dear lives and family,
Genocide, cyanide, and chem trails,
"When is this madness going to stop?"
"Fuck it, let's build a new light rail."
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OliverAmatist
My name is Oliver Amatist, aka the deadpoet. I am a Pacific Northwest born and raised spoken word poet. I specialize in Free Verse Poetry ranging on topics relative to mental health, societal constructs, and the pure love that comes with freedom of expression. My career as a poet started with my first book, Time Within a Leaf, which can be found on amazon. Also, my first large performance at the Bit of Seattle 2017 showed me what I am capable of. Thank you for reading, listening, and expressing. I have may shows booked over the next year and more to come. I will be updating this list of venues soon!
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