[POET’s NOTE : This is the second of five poems on Revolutionary Poet, Bertolt Brecht : Spoken Word written in Blank Verse]
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It is not enough to assume safety, question !
audience and readers one with poems
writing is not divided, stories homed
engage, clash one with another find truth
what is writ, read, recited incubates
unaware embracing sagacity, sighted
as minds see yourselves in actors miming
bewail or laugh on easy seats, it matters not !

Alienation tearing reflects without
who are specks when travelling, fleeing fast
in courtrooms, as empaths see bombs fall
explode over seas, implode naivety
remove barriers within refines, no hide
penetrate emotions, let words cut veins
ripping open crux exposes connections
alienation and antipathy tails pale

I'm here to wake up audience’s core more
shatter to bring Mother Courage to fore
fragmented world of war engage active
theatre seeks to hammer, shake seats loose
poetic therapy as mirror confronts
inner worlds jumping here and there
inspired juices whiffing extra miles
adoration requires not possession’s pews

Self cares zero about rules to be broken
crushing my bones crooked for knowing
nobody lives sufficiently for all sowing
this is my work and yearning, recognise
blending it exposes false convictions
scruples upon scruples is khaki to shred
raw is perception, insufferable flashes
alive only when not guarding dashes

Germinal ! make deep stamp upon own soil
listen clear (...) be own sage, stage shows toil
allow poetry into lightness of pure being
reintegrate famished divided, feed
go home grieving from theatres, recitals twist
speak to knights, hierophants, fools within
jar them off thrones of brocade comfort silk
for all must recall how dust is to evolve !

presence without demand

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