The Million Dollar Poetry Project

These are the verses to the 3rd experimental video…

"to the last Drop"

Hello Little lost Girl, Snowflake spinning through the world

Terrified that candle, Love, might melt you down

This cracked, half empty glass of tears you call your life

Bet you were born with angel-wings, but the Devil stole them, right?

You know, for playing such a gentle lamb, you’ve got awfully sharp teeth

You took the saying literally, Leave a deep impression on everyone you meet

I, the fool who trusted you, mainly blame myself

Sewed my own heart on my sleeve, you kept yours on a closet shelf

Poor Little lost Girl, film script friends in a cartoon world

I confess I knew better, knew your words to be pretty painted lies

Saw how you always plot your dramas as the star of a fairy tale

Your loyalty sits on the auction block, your affection stays on sale

Even though I learned from this I can’t help but wonder "Why?"

I fell in what I hoped was love, believing we might bond for life

Crashed down, on to your cardboard heart I fell

As the magic faded I came to see your love’s nothing!

But a bed of nails

This poem for sale. Original hand-written hard copy available (has notes on it, too).

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As promised, the words to the last experimental video, titled

By such stones as these

-Wolfgang Nibori

Laid out, sorted in scattered ways

Stones arranged by time and circumstance

Tossed up from beneath our home, incinerating what they touch

Smashed down from galaxies unexplored at ballistic speeds

Compressed by mammoth slabs of earth and ice

An alphabet of elements swirled into mineral languages

A spectrum of textures, sizes and shapes on missions

Some congregate in crowds, piling up to recreate

The image of their mother, Others tumble down rivers

Currents licking them smooth, Others move by pushing winds

You and I might spot a lonely one and if it’s pretty, take it in

All throughout the world they wait, fearless of time, solid by nature

When broken, they simply multiply, embracing any change

From stones we construct our greatest wonders

They remind me of ideas.

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This poem for sale. Original, hand-written (in ink) copy available. There’s blood on it, though.

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One Fist Forward, Against Any Odds

by Wolfgang Nibori

June 4, 2008

12:49am MST

No one sees the future, each of us must guess

First shots fired for revolution don’t guarantee a victory

In the course of evolution all we know for sure is history

So we come to shining moments with shaking hearts and hands

Only visions guide us across uncertain sands

Sands shifting, burning like mirrors in the sun

Radiating images as often paradise as deception

Who wants to stand there waiting and wishing for water?

All creatures move forward, pulled by desire, blood-fueled fire

Every remarkable achievement begins as flittering fantasy

Distracting thoughts tugging the mind from concrete here and now

Asking the spirit, "When it comes down to it, will you give in? Will you bow?"

That’s the question fortunes are made from and lives changed by

While I never speak for everyone, I believe you might agree

If you choose a dream and follow it, that’s half the victory

Despite all opposition, brutal as it all may seem

When you finally make a dream come true, you change reality

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Trying something wholly new (to me!) tonight. My creative partner Lythia and I worked on something that I guess you might term ‘performance art’ even though that makes me feel slightly pretentious since I have, yanno, zero art training beyond a sketch class.
Anyways, this video is for a poem I wrote earlier today (about 4 hours ago) entitled: One Fist Forward, Against Any Odds. I’ll be posting a digital copy of the the original (fancy version of “I’ll type it up”) soon, but for now I’d appreciate it if you’d simply see the video without knowing too much beforehand and experience whatever it brings you.
Some notes: I’ve never done a spoken word poem before. I did not rehearse this aloud in any way beforehand. Lyth shot this video with her cellphone and had not read or heard this poem beforehand. She improvised with the camera so when we watched it afterwards we found some of the image to word correlations incredibly uncanny. You can feel free to leave any feedback that you like. For me, part of this project is that you in the audience CAN respond. Unless you’re advertising something I can’t feel comfortable linking to, I won’t delete your comment. We’ll let everyone see the whole record.
As the first video experiment, I am impressed. All in one take, zero editing (I can’t afford the software or PC powerful enough to do that now anyhow) and zero training. Hopefully it will improve, but for now I prefer to enjoy these moments that won’t happen again (firsts). Enough babble….

And in case you’re wondering, yes this poem will be for sale (including the original handwritten copy if you want that mailed to you).

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Well, after a rather long, drawn out day of writing and techie stuff.. I’m about to rest a while.. but first, as promised I wanted to show a poem I wrote right at the time of Million Dollar Poetry Project’s inception. It’s available for sale ($1 per line) so if you’re interested let me know. It may seem silly how I divided it (linewise) but it wasn’t intended to make it expensive. When I write a poem I divide it a certain way that I hear in my mind. I thought it’d give an example of something I’ve done and might work well if you’re not sure WHAT you’d like a poem about.

Title:
from underground
June 1, 2008 10:14am MST (Arizona)
by Wolfgang Nibori

beneath the face of this
twilight dawn
i sit waiting, strange
and all things
appear to be awash
in the milky green
shades of uncertainty
i’m not expecting growth
to happen
i’m pushing against myself inside
as seeds do
once they decide
to become trees
yet the mistake
at this point
lies in comparing myself
to the rest of the forest

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