kagablog

(a motivational speech freely inspired by poet tony d’amato)

i don’t know what to say, really.
we’re a few steps away to the biggest challenges of our lives…
they say: cosmological changes are at the door.
when will these changes take place?
well, sincerely, i don’t have a clue.
geophysicists say before 2030.
the mayan calendar says in december 2012.
fifa and mzansi’s media say in june 2010.
as for me, the only thing i know is that when it comes to personal and cosmological changes,
it all comes down to today. to now.
and either we heal, now, as a community, or we’re gonna crumble.
word by word, poem by poem, song by song.
till we’re finished.
we’re in hell right now, brothers and sisters. believe me.
and we can stay here, and get the shit kicked out of us.
or we can sing or write our way back… into the light.
we can climb outta hell, one word at a time.
now, i can’t do it for you.
i’m too old, and too untalented.
i look around, i see this young poets, and i think:
i mean, i’ve made every wrong choice a 35-year-old man can make:
i pissed away all the little money i had, believe it or not.
i have mistreated anyone’s who’s ever loved me
and lately,
i cant even stand the face i see in the mirror.
you know, when you get old in life, words get taken from you.
well, that’s part of life.
but you only learn that when you start losing words.
you find out life’s a game of words… and so is poetry.
because, in either game, life or poetry, the margin for error is so small…
i mean, one half a syllable too long, or too short, and you don’t quite make it.
one half pitch shift too low, or too high, and you don’t quite catch it.
the words we need are everywhere around us.
they’re in every atom of the universe, everywhere, everytime.
on this community, we dream for those words.
on this community, we love ourselves and everyone else around us to bits for those words.
we cry, we smile, we claw with our fingernails for those words.
because we know, when we head up all those words, that’s gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing.
between living and dying.
i’ll tell you this: in any struggle, its the guy who’s willing to die ,who’s gonna find those words.
and i know that if i’m gonna have any life anymore, it’s because i’m still willing to fight and die for those words!
because, that’s what living is!
those small, fleeting letters, in front of your face!
now, i can’t make you do it.
you gotta look at the brothers and sisters next to you, look into their eyes.
you’re gonna see a guy who’s willing to die with and for you, for those words.
you’re gonna see guys who will sacrifice themselves for this community,
because they know that when it comes down to it, you’re gonna do the same for them.
that’s onelove, brothers and sisters.
and either we heal now, as a community, or we will die… as individuals.
that’s poetry, guys.
that’s all it is.
that’s all it is.