Slam For Drama

The richness of speak,

Is undoubtedly unseen

Enough fierce is revealed, whether the light is or not dimmed

Why so? Because there’s Art.

And my heart is beating, as the clock is ticking,

Faster than this train, hurrying!

Down the alley, there’s hope,

Solving trouble unclean.

And the actor is yelling: »why is there so much blood in this scene? »

Rushing to his chair, scratching his chin.

The mask has spoken, the curtain has fallen.

Too much Drama for Nothing !

The play is remaining, staged, feared.

Dust is unwillingly the only spectator of divinity,

Shakespeare himself should be ashamed of this Public Enemy.

Pursuing, watching and moving the crowd,

That’s why Poetry Slam is laughing out loud.

It’s all about guts, strength and trying The Temptations « Cloud 9 ».

Insanity is tolerated, modulated, but, OH SO, unwanted.

It’s such a big thing to write,

So please be true, proud and enchanted.

Striving for your quest, dreaming of stars,

Wishing to feel at ease with a crown.

Thanks for trying to be the I-wanna-be-the-best-artist of this town.

Over the hill, there’s a thrown.

But first you have to pay the loan.

Go ahead, dig harder, you want Gold?

‘Cause you’re far from finding any, I’ve been told!