"Alarm Clock" assignment

DW:

Broken glass with my face,
Shreds and scrap paintings;
as if Mona Lisa was destroyed
Accidently.
And the pieces rain on bloody soil,
Like precipitation, and stormy
Weather, except I crack into skull
Crevasses and dip into eyes, and
Swim like whales in their juices;
I find their hearts.

My head is throbbing from worm holes
In brain segments, like broken beat
Heart attacks; staggered and delivered
By painful impulse.
So I lay downIn your body until you sweat me out from
Your skinny pores;
I’m the virus.

We’ll both probably die or something; so let’s
Play for now until we grow so tired and moonshine
Sleeps.

Meta-Physical:

With the grace of an egress,
and eagle feathers shunted to white windows
labeling the sky an open masterpiece;
tiny trumpets laughing at my orchestra -
not quite sure if the band plays a death knell...
or sordid wedding bells
but the veil is stealthily holding my abstinence,
taunting me.

A stray arm playing the violin
with honey strings and orange tales
of laughter and jazz,
soft and smooth and starry-eyed
I sway...
I sway, and can't help but be blind
behind theses images firingcorset-laced bullets of time-bombs
with eons for shrapnel,
and just as the curtain closes
its withered and dusty petals on gloutenous
destinies,
she breaks...
she awakes...
a shot through the heart,
it was just a dream.
It's just her alarm clock.

Maybe you can write something with these topics. Compose a work of an abstract dream, and don't let on that it's a dream. The audience will know once the alarm clock is mentioned at the end!

Have fun!

Cheers & Peace Across

-DW

Currently Recruiting.

So you can call me Meta-Physical...and that dope-looking dancer up there is D.W. So far, the two of us make up a poetic-lyricism/hip-hop group temporarily called Naked Music. We're all about integrating poetry and metaphorical language with meaning to hip-hop over beats, like those from Nujabes, RJD2, and Jazztronik. Our inspiration? Our love of words. What we sound like? Dreams. The truth. Reality twisted into something...just a bit more.

Here's the deal: we're recruiting. It'd be ridiculously easy if we kept the group at two people, but where would the fun, or the diversity in that be? We're looking for poets or prose writers who's strengths lie in creating images out of words, and the building of metaphors. We need a beatmaker with a unique style.

We want to open our mics to three more artists, bringing the group to a total of five. If those of you out there interested in this are beatmakers as well as poets/lyricists/hip-hop verse artists, so be it - we can use your talent.

The screening process will be simple: a cypher. Bring your hardest, most metaphorical verse to an open cypher against anyone else who's interested. If you're picked from there,the next step will be e-mailed to you - we'll give you a word, and from that word, you're to create a concept, find a beat, and write to it - spit something into nothing, basically. If you want to make your own beat, then that's dope too. Web cam or homemade videos are accepted as well.

From there, we won't tell you whether you've been chosen or not. We'll just post the track or video here, on the site, for you to come back and discover on your own. Good luck to all applicants!

• leave your name and e-mail.
• Jump into the cypher.
• Look out for our message.
• Keep doing what you do!

The cypher will be coming soon.

-Meta-Physical of Naked Music.