Not too long ago I published a post that had a short section of spoken word poetry included at the bottom of it. I have recently expanded it into a longer piece, so i thought I would share it with you all.

Here it goes....

I have all these thoughts in my head
You know what I mean?
These thoughts are not obscene,
But they won’t leave me alone
The quote is Shakespeare’s own, ‘no thought is contented’ he says
If these thoughts were scented
My senses would be on overload
An overload of smelly thoughts
These thoughts, they stink
Cause they make me think
These thoughts
Thoughts of influence
Thoughts of hope
Thoughts of standing up
Thoughts of moving forward
Thoughts of running forward
Thoughts of thinking forward
Thoughts of dreams
Thoughts of never giving up, never giving in, trying to win
Thoughts of giving everything up, I can’t bear to think of it
There are sad thoughts too
Those thoughts that hurt my heart
My heart that bursts open and bleeds for others
Thoughts that cannot be smothered
No matter how unpleasant
Because in the present there are
Thoughts of crying, of dying, genocying
Losing faith, losing wind, a drinking binge, and a dirty syringe
Thoughts of HIV, ADD, and XYZ, there goes another race in the Sudan
And another father who got up and ran
Our world’s being put to the test
And I still need to get some rest
I need some damn rest
But these thoughts won’t let me sleep
They continue to creep through my head
And my bed cannot contain them
These sheets will unravel with potential if I don’t get up
Up, up, to where my thoughts can move
Stretch and move and groove and sooth and improve and grow
Like a weed in my own little thought garden
Full of idea plants and
Thoughts of need
Not wants
But needs
The need for water, medicine, shoes, parents, children, friends, hope, joy, peace, comfort, provision, a vision, decision, a Savior
Thoughts of words, of intention, of invention, the mind, and the power that there in lies, and everything that comes from inside
Because the underside of a bushel is not as comfortable as it sounds friends
So I let my thoughts hit the ground
And go
Where do the thoughts go?
Why can’t there be thoughts?
Thoughts with feet
Thoughts with size twelve men’s feet
Thoughts with new running shoes from Foot Locker
Thoughts of all our thoughts that we ever thought possible
But that’s the thought we’re missing isn’t it?
Possible
The birth of an idea is the birth of a revolution, an evolution, an institution, and a constitution
That’s what’s possible
Because these thoughts with feet become not thoughts at all
And the world we thought turns into the world we think and on the brink of this change our thoughts that we think begin to run
Run the race with no gold just a hold onto a hope
And a vision that we live in from now and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
As Mr. Shakespeare says
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

-jon