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A Visual Poetry Music Video about cycles, struggle, and expression. A piece against silence, repetition, and the lies we live out.
Unnoscriptd Open Mic - by don
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A Visual Poetry Music Video about cycles, struggle, and expression. A piece against silence, repetition, and the lies we live out.
Unnoscriptd Open Mic - by don
Watch Now on YouTube.
#UnnoscriptdOpenMic #simplidon #don #ContemporaryPoetry #PoetryMusicVideo #SpokenWord #EthiopianArtist
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But most of the time, I just become too afraid to say anything because I know the gods are listening, waiting patiently to tempt me, to put my words to a test, just for their amusement. What if I don’t say it the right way? What if I play with words wrong and cast a shadow spell so long, I curse myself and us?
So I let a breath out, hoping the same gods that guided our paths to one another will be the veil I hide behind to pray my symphony to you, my love.
My mind is always contemplating how to bring you peace, in a desperate attempt to give closure to my heart that beats to the rhythm of your name; as if there were only one stem of statice left in the world, restless to find it and bring it to you as a sacrifice, to grow in the garden of our future and make many.
I wake every morning gloomy, until you set me free with your voice that suddenly makes me aware of the sunlight on my skin, even under a clouded sky. When your soft hands lock with mine, my wandering mind stops making aimless footsteps and stands in peace. I can feel my dulled-out heart soften at the call of your name, as if it had found its religion.
Your gentleness reminds me how crude I’ve been with myself, and I ask and know that I did nothing good enough to deserve you.
My gift, My heart, My warrior, My queen, My water-bearer mending my thoughts…With you, every day has a good morning, afternoon, and night.
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But most of the time, I just become too afraid to say anything because I know the gods are listening, waiting patiently to tempt me, to put my words to a test, just for their amusement. What if I don’t say it the right way? What if I play with words wrong and cast a shadow spell so long, I curse myself and us?
So I let a breath out, hoping the same gods that guided our paths to one another will be the veil I hide behind to pray my symphony to you, my love.
My mind is always contemplating how to bring you peace, in a desperate attempt to give closure to my heart that beats to the rhythm of your name; as if there were only one stem of statice left in the world, restless to find it and bring it to you as a sacrifice, to grow in the garden of our future and make many.
I wake every morning gloomy, until you set me free with your voice that suddenly makes me aware of the sunlight on my skin, even under a clouded sky. When your soft hands lock with mine, my wandering mind stops making aimless footsteps and stands in peace. I can feel my dulled-out heart soften at the call of your name, as if it had found its religion.
Your gentleness reminds me how crude I’ve been with myself, and I ask and know that I did nothing good enough to deserve you.
My gift, My heart, My warrior, My queen, My water-bearer mending my thoughts…With you, every day has a good morning, afternoon, and night.
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A ridiculously late post, now just a little reminder of a special moment in my life. I wanted to share a story through the art of letting go, unlearning, and exploring parts of life we don’t always understand.
My last EP, Ecclesiastes, was a success, definitely not in the market, but in my heart. It was a way to make sense of uncertainty, find small moments of meaning, and put a piece of my journey into music. I’m very proud of it and hope to make more like it. Looking back, this piece was a tribute to finding meaning in unexpected places, embracing life’s uncertainties, and feeling gratitude for a chapter of my life I once overlooked. It helped me make peace with the lessons, the confusion, and the moments I thought I didn’t understand , a single chapter reminded me of my growth and lifted a weight I didn’t know I was carrying.
These pictures remind me of the love and support from the people around me, you all keep me inspired, motivated, and grateful.
I love each and every one of you. 💜
My last EP, Ecclesiastes, was a success, definitely not in the market, but in my heart. It was a way to make sense of uncertainty, find small moments of meaning, and put a piece of my journey into music. I’m very proud of it and hope to make more like it. Looking back, this piece was a tribute to finding meaning in unexpected places, embracing life’s uncertainties, and feeling gratitude for a chapter of my life I once overlooked. It helped me make peace with the lessons, the confusion, and the moments I thought I didn’t understand , a single chapter reminded me of my growth and lifted a weight I didn’t know I was carrying.
These pictures remind me of the love and support from the people around me, you all keep me inspired, motivated, and grateful.
I love each and every one of you. 💜
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I went to visit my mom and she gave me an orange to eat on my way home.
I got in later that night and stared at it. I looked at it and I could get my self to peal or cut it. It felt like I didn't deserve to eat it just yet.
In gloomy days like these, I just get flooded with gray smoke and misty nothingness in my head. Brain buzzes with attempts to decrypt and is met with silence and drag. Heart aches for something but is met with detachment and tiredness.
I could feel the truth of the matter staring at me from the universe, like the sweet bitterness of the orange I know by default, obvious. It's telling me, days like these are times I pull back and soak in the diseased numbness without judgment or expectations, that it's time to rest a little. While knowing this fact, both parts of me that know not their own paths, want to disregard the orange and settle for a depressed slope that pull me from a crest to a trough.
It's still sitting on my shelf. 🍊
I got in later that night and stared at it. I looked at it and I could get my self to peal or cut it. It felt like I didn't deserve to eat it just yet.
In gloomy days like these, I just get flooded with gray smoke and misty nothingness in my head. Brain buzzes with attempts to decrypt and is met with silence and drag. Heart aches for something but is met with detachment and tiredness.
I could feel the truth of the matter staring at me from the universe, like the sweet bitterness of the orange I know by default, obvious. It's telling me, days like these are times I pull back and soak in the diseased numbness without judgment or expectations, that it's time to rest a little. While knowing this fact, both parts of me that know not their own paths, want to disregard the orange and settle for a depressed slope that pull me from a crest to a trough.
It's still sitting on my shelf. 🍊
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The vicious battle within my mind that revealed a deeper reality...."Conclusions" is one of my favorite pieces. 🖤
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