Since last year, I have had a front row seat to the inception of my friend Tony Moore’s AWAKE show – which is PHENOMENAL!!! (In case you have not seen it, AWAKE will be performed and livestreamed at The Bedford on Wednesday, October 13th via Facebook Live.) In honour of Tony's birthday this year, one poem has been written to correspond with each song from the AWAKE album. Which includes: SIDE ONE 1. AWAKE 2. THE CLOCK HAS STARTED 3. LOVE, WE NEED YOU HERE 4. JUST ONE NIGHT 5. HOPIUM 6. DEAR LIFE 7. NOT NORMAL SIDE TWO 1. REMEMBER ME 2. CRAZY IN THE SHED 3. DARK WINTER 4. WHAT’S THE POINT? 5. THE ONE PERCENT SOLUTION 6. WE ARE ONE 7. ASLEEP 8. LOVE, WE NEED YOU HERE (part 2) No, I am not yelling at you right now, when Tony writes his lyrics they are always in capital letters – simply preserving the integrity of his process. Please note each inspired poem is listed in the order of the AWAKE album. And, of course the real reason I am here writing this piece… HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONY! X
My poetic companion of AWAKE!
Lack of sight
a bend of electric guitar strings
opens a journey in the abyss
of the human unknown
dark alleyways riddled with walls of music
can you see all the electric guitar tabs
they are real
the echo of Pinocchio comes to fruition
to exist – sceptics sneer
when will the disenchantment be terminated
our optics remain residually closed
in absence of effort
to be able see
to be able to understand
to be able to explode with a passion
which supersedes any type of expression
wait, can you hear it?
the electric guitar as it revolts
against societies angst
at times it is essential
that optics be dug out
perhaps at which point
sight will genuinely exist
sdrawkcab, clock cogs
tick tock t ic k t o c k tick tick tock time valuable diminished semblance of sense resides no more – the forward momentum that once allowed a trajectory of innovation to enhance our globe is now coated in bile, feces, and vomit there is no timekeeper sense is truly an abolished state
I don’t know when my labyrinth turned into a three-way serpent tongue cemented on hallowed ground journey’s are infinite earth holds its secrets no one ever will be able to identify the capacity and desire for fueled love nothing inauthentic a concept to solidify human void of isolation spirits are bound to the earth with conceptual ghost shackles more potent than the metal which purposefully traps human flesh in order to transcend illumination – the earth of pain must be clenched in a tight fist then released to the powers terra firma which crumbles in the core of an unaware palm of the history immersion of the truth revealed in not only love but also a profound sense of comprehension
who the f*ck are you to tell me I do not belong in this moment to live in a world where naysayers offer condolences imagination supersedes shattered systems chapters occur in the form of not only books but also with the concept of music each bar offered includes with it a story that could either propel a life to desire to fight harder or one that decides to languish in the melancholy of being a ghost already dead I think not!
If hope was pixie dust, would you sniff it?
Complexity disguised in the appearance of several key signatures & changes not to mention triad concealed time signatures I imagine in my mind the long piano compositions I used to practice to prepare for my grade 2 Royal Conservatory Exam with more than one alteration throughout a distinctive piece of music the ability to retain one or two key signatures is doable. However, the implementation of a myriad in one composition -- perplexes: d, f, and e minor adore the taunt from the f# major the technical component escalates appreciation of a composition that offers Hopium in exchange for an iridescent tomorrow
I never protected you in a fashion conducive to prosperity stifled by numerous individuals a proper chance to acquisition the honest essence of how you’ve constructed me in a fashion similar to Swiss Cheese riddled with holes — each one void of purpose bit by bit you ensconced me in your reality the emergence of selected cluster mind photographs are taken over with an authentic drop of reality ink, well, the ink is nothing special only when tethered to the expression of an individual who seeks to spelunk the caverns of a soft spongy surface over time, you dear life consumed me with rested embers that appreciate rebirth and redemption when chances are offered the past is of no consequence only a chartered path forward to consume each moment not only with passion also, the many faces of verity
Nothing has ever been normal!
A world steeped in hidden locks & keys is significantly not normal advocates on this earth desire to listen to the battlecries of those who have genuinely suffered the ability to endure, is one that defies any bloody odds you wish to place why the hell, do others, not know how to acknowledge their own independence, their own fire in the bellies their own decisions we reside in a world where if you disagree with someone you are wrong how the hell is that going to be of benefit to any human how are children supposed to feast on illumination when at every corner there is a MASSIVE sized annoying Alice in Wonderland Walrus that refuses to move the judgment cast from said character is one that should be left in the depths of an oubliette so hidden in the earth’s core that is a concept that many feel should be done to individuals who have done nothing wrong but exist in a world where they are not the norm the word normal in its sense is supposed to encapsulate comfort it has not done so the word normal has been utilised as a crutch, throughout society to defy and neglect individualism to take each character that is unique and morph them into the ideal of what the options should be as opposed to what they are
“It’s only love that’s manifest…”
epic affords humanity moments of life-scape sincerity where i am allowed to remain static for a micro second the ability for the capacity for time to be a reality as beings of complex emotion what will i offer for my higher purpose the verity of all my ugly and elegance shatters frozen plasma in the pattern of a crime scene the reel in the projector is not completely damaged only worn to come to terms with who i am, the person i desire to be, certain philosophies follow me wherever i go if i am to be honest i have the tenacity to advocate for those who feel they are unable to speak negative consequences of a voice that stands against society's vile standards i know my impact i don’t like to discuss it; because for me if i stop to meander on various thoughts of how my universe places my organic being in various locations for the greater good i’ll explode nick once explained it — as being an instrument there are plenty of reasons why energies collide the movement of spirits who adhere to the questions of why? my reply — why not?
Bonkers in the oubliette!
one flew over the cuckoos nest insanity offers with it -- a micro portion of comfort does it matter? who marinates in the repetition offered with the same daily routine -- there is a madness that evokes the ability to go CRAZY regardless of circumstance at present this straight jacket that holds my hands in a position to disallow me to move that piece of hair that impacts my visual acuity falls down my left optic each time I attempt to be gnab (bang, out of order)
hear that, the manner in which the electric guitar oozes its notes enough to transform a nauseous system into a full adulterated state of unusual calm tranquility exists in moments of soft relaxation what if, what if, everything we knew simply did not exist the dark cloud most of humanity resides offers a proposed component to achieve pockets of time riddled with moments of elegance the picturesque piece of noir is one that conceals iridescent illumination at its core comfort is typically discouraged inside of spaces riddled with shadows …stop…listen… peace is induces tears
As it was explained to me by my mentor man + woman + birth + death = infinity what was neglected to be mentioned is that, it is never that simple there are so many variations that could be made inside this specific mathematical equation life is not as linear as we have learned we are taught as children to supposedly play nice – however, do individuals genuinely engage in that behaviour or do they stockpile insults in the fashion of a severely jealous dragon when is enough, enough? humans have been engaged in war since the dawn of time of course, it was, it is the easiest way to reign – one line on a map does not distinguish where humans are from it only sets to increase the devastation of future generations unless it is finally dissolved
Upper crust, with crumb validity
The level of extreme poverty in some of the earth’s curve is disgraceful – at this very moment 6:48 am EST on October 7 there are human beings who live in a space where a water boiling advisory resides Water is one of the most important elements, it offers hydration for moments of extreme thirst a liquid grave is not the proper response there are infrastructures which offer equality in addition to equity Unfortunately it falls under the concept of idealistic bullsh*t perhaps in my lifetime the phoenix will rise at this point I fear it's doubtful
A blacksheep born into a family seeks to find their tribe would you believe the formation was held together every single night for a hundred plus days As I write this poem cool tears slowly hug my cheeks there is something so essential about connection especially if it transforms individuals toward the positive This propels my once suicidal essence to appreciate the various dimensions offered from a collection of personalities who gathered for so many reasons more than just being entertained
in between AWAKE & ASLEEP
humanity walks in between two modes alert & comatose – throughout those moments battles & wars are lost children are born & die some adults carry the mantle to battle the wo/men who came before insomnia strikes the clock over stupidity – maneuver through a world that knows nothing wheatgrass cries crimson plasma which infests the tobacco
it is so easy to hate however, the path is usually a dead end, with a relentless brick wall would you not prefer a cerebral banquet a jubilation which showcases immense adoration I understand that in life there must be a balance to be able to genuinely be afforded the best possible human pathway inside of each of us there is a profound annihilation where choices must be made do we break ourselves into perfectly shattered shards or use elemental properties to bond those components together? I’d like the red pill please anything is better than being trapped in a residence of a broken world that wishes to conceal inconsistencies in lieu of questions Life has to be uncomfortable it is the only way to allow justice to prevail in a fashion that is conducive to finally flourish regardless of terrain
Please note Art Credit © Tony Moore, Pete Edwards, and Mathematical Artist Teja Krašek.