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As The World Turns

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As the World Turns your music will resonate in their lives long after they’ve left the club
And their hearts will dance simply because your lyrics asked them to
As the World turns Souls will become the melodies that hooks are born from
And where you’re born from will be where your drums are from
Listeners will turn to your albums for Saving
And define your punchlines as Scripture
Where your empty CD covers will lay next to open Bibles
Love will become the only genre
Your Mixtapes will be played for children as a lullaby
So Toothfairies will have to leave their pennies underneath dreams of Forever As the World turns White people will dance anyway
And the rest of us will join them in unisons of vibrations
Fame will become a forgotten concept
Burnt CD’s will be burnt
Record Labels will hide behind Conscious music
And Conscious music will follow Revelations
Churches will congregate on street corners
And we’ll snap our fingers in appreciation of the Pastor’s Sermon
As the World turns you and your Mother will dance along to your Grandmother’s tunes
And those tunes will become your sanctuary
You will blow the dust off those forgotten Vinyls
And blow the dust off your forgotten self
As the World turns Billie Holiday will blare through open doors
And even the devil will dance on ocean floors
As the World turns the side of you that wishes to dance inside a Supermarket will do so
And the sides of them that stare at you will envy the beat inside you
As the World turns you will witness a deaf girl dance and witness passion
And she will teach you to sing from your fingertips
And eventhough neither lips will part you will both remember this as the moment where Music made your Worlds turn

G.O

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Suicidal Blues

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So this is for the cleanly pressed notes laid on cleanly pressed beds and for the Suicides that provide ink
And for the Rosaries that lay beside them
This is for Suicidal Blues
This is for the ‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t stay here any longer
Please water the plants in between your remembrance of me’
This is for Suicidal Blues
This is for the gay Pastor whose only mistake was thinking the grass is greener on the other side of the Bible that banished him for looking to the other side
This is for the Lesbian who took home her Partner to meet her parents and the last thing she’d ever do
This is for him that works couple hours a day for a couple cents
And if Love was paid in cents she’d pick it up twice over this is for her
This is for 39 Panadoes taken at once with a glass filled with bitter regret to wash down bitter guilt 39 times over.
This is for her Uncle.
Heavy breathing.
A belt buckle.
Heavy breathing.
A zipper.
Heavy breathing.
This is for Suicidal Blues.
This is for her that grew up too early because he laid hands on her too early
This is for the Child with nothing to show
Nothing to tell
This is for the cold Gun to the temple and for the Scripture he clutches in the other
Open to just the right Verse seeking enough reason to say no,
Not like this
This is for the Verse he never found
This is for the geek we tease and bully in high school corridors and point at his weird glasses
This is for those weird glasses that now lay on the floor and look up at his lifeless torso that now hangs from the ceiling
This is for Suicidal Blues
This is for him that couldn’t speak the same English you do he didn’t fit in
This is for her with small breasts she didn’t fit in
This is for him that couldn’t afford much except for the Poison he used this is for him
This is for him who stood out too much at his all white School
This is for his Parents who only wished him an all White Education and now wish him farewell
This is for the blood that spilt on Railway lines
This is for the blood left on the razor sharp blades and the razor sharp tears that hit the bathroom floor like razor sharp questions as to why is there blood in the tub and why did we not see that the divorce was killing her as much as it did us
This is for Suicidal Blues
And sometimes choosing to live Is just choosing another form of death
And she said most suicides don’t really wana die, they just wana end the pain
So this is for when Death stops being scary, and what starts being scary is Hope.
And this is for you to wake up and choose a better living instead

G.O

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Biography

G.O is a Cape Town based poet who has performed at places such as Touch of Madness, Tagore’s, and Zula Sound Bar. He has appeared on Bush Radio, UCT Radio and Vibe Radio. He has  been published in IAM Magazine, Zazi Magazine and IMBO Online Magazine.

He coaches a poetry team called Word of Mouth that won an entry to compete in the Annual Brave New Voices Slam Poetry Competition in the United States.

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Biography

G.O is a Cape Town based poet who has performed at places such as Touch of Madness, Tagore’s, and Zula Sound Bar. He has appeared on Bush Radio, UCT Radio and Vibe Radio. He has  been published in IAM Magazine, Zazi Magazine and IMBO Online Magazine.

He coaches a poetry team called Word of Mouth that won an entry to compete in the Annual Brave New Voices Slam Poetry Competition in the United States.

As The World Turns

Enlarge poem

As the World Turns your music will resonate in their lives long after they’ve left the club
And their hearts will dance simply because your lyrics asked them to
As the World turns Souls will become the melodies that hooks are born from
And where you’re born from will be where your drums are from
Listeners will turn to your albums for Saving
And define your punchlines as Scripture
Where your empty CD covers will lay next to open Bibles
Love will become the only genre
Your Mixtapes will be played for children as a lullaby
So Toothfairies will have to leave their pennies underneath dreams of Forever As the World turns White people will dance anyway
And the rest of us will join them in unisons of vibrations
Fame will become a forgotten concept
Burnt CD’s will be burnt
Record Labels will hide behind Conscious music
And Conscious music will follow Revelations
Churches will congregate on street corners
And we’ll snap our fingers in appreciation of the Pastor’s Sermon
As the World turns you and your Mother will dance along to your Grandmother’s tunes
And those tunes will become your sanctuary
You will blow the dust off those forgotten Vinyls
And blow the dust off your forgotten self
As the World turns Billie Holiday will blare through open doors
And even the devil will dance on ocean floors
As the World turns the side of you that wishes to dance inside a Supermarket will do so
And the sides of them that stare at you will envy the beat inside you
As the World turns you will witness a deaf girl dance and witness passion
And she will teach you to sing from your fingertips
And eventhough neither lips will part you will both remember this as the moment where Music made your Worlds turn

Featured Poem:

Suicidal Blues

Enlarge poem

So this is for the cleanly pressed notes laid on cleanly pressed beds and for the Suicides that provide ink
And for the Rosaries that lay beside them
This is for Suicidal Blues
This is for the ‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t stay here any longer
Please water the plants in between your remembrance of me’
This is for Suicidal Blues
This is for the gay Pastor whose only mistake was thinking the grass is greener on the other side of the Bible that banished him for looking to the other side
This is for the Lesbian who took home her Partner to meet her parents and the last thing she’d ever do
This is for him that works couple hours a day for a couple cents
And if Love was paid in cents she’d pick it up twice over this is for her
This is for 39 Panadoes taken at once with a glass filled with bitter regret to wash down bitter guilt 39 times over.
This is for her Uncle.
Heavy breathing.
A belt buckle.
Heavy breathing.
A zipper.
Heavy breathing.
This is for Suicidal Blues.
This is for her that grew up too early because he laid hands on her too early
This is for the Child with nothing to show
Nothing to tell
This is for the cold Gun to the temple and for the Scripture he clutches in the other
Open to just the right Verse seeking enough reason to say no,
Not like this
This is for the Verse he never found
This is for the geek we tease and bully in high school corridors and point at his weird glasses
This is for those weird glasses that now lay on the floor and look up at his lifeless torso that now hangs from the ceiling
This is for Suicidal Blues
This is for him that couldn’t speak the same English you do he didn’t fit in
This is for her with small breasts she didn’t fit in
This is for him that couldn’t afford much except for the Poison he used this is for him
This is for him who stood out too much at his all white School
This is for his Parents who only wished him an all White Education and now wish him farewell
This is for the blood that spilt on Railway lines
This is for the blood left on the razor sharp blades and the razor sharp tears that hit the bathroom floor like razor sharp questions as to why is there blood in the tub and why did we not see that the divorce was killing her as much as it did us
This is for Suicidal Blues
And sometimes choosing to live Is just choosing another form of death
And she said most suicides don’t really wana die, they just wana end the pain
So this is for when Death stops being scary, and what starts being scary is Hope.
And this is for you to wake up and choose a better living instead

G.O

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (2)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (2)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (3)
  • Sadness (2)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (0)

As The World Turns

Enlarge poem

As the World Turns your music will resonate in their lives long after they’ve left the club
And their hearts will dance simply because your lyrics asked them to
As the World turns Souls will become the melodies that hooks are born from
And where you’re born from will be where your drums are from
Listeners will turn to your albums for Saving
And define your punchlines as Scripture
Where your empty CD covers will lay next to open Bibles
Love will become the only genre
Your Mixtapes will be played for children as a lullaby
So Toothfairies will have to leave their pennies underneath dreams of Forever As the World turns White people will dance anyway
And the rest of us will join them in unisons of vibrations
Fame will become a forgotten concept
Burnt CD’s will be burnt
Record Labels will hide behind Conscious music
And Conscious music will follow Revelations
Churches will congregate on street corners
And we’ll snap our fingers in appreciation of the Pastor’s Sermon
As the World turns you and your Mother will dance along to your Grandmother’s tunes
And those tunes will become your sanctuary
You will blow the dust off those forgotten Vinyls
And blow the dust off your forgotten self
As the World turns Billie Holiday will blare through open doors
And even the devil will dance on ocean floors
As the World turns the side of you that wishes to dance inside a Supermarket will do so
And the sides of them that stare at you will envy the beat inside you
As the World turns you will witness a deaf girl dance and witness passion
And she will teach you to sing from your fingertips
And eventhough neither lips will part you will both remember this as the moment where Music made your Worlds turn

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