Introduction and Round 1) Voice Poetry

Introductions: From the very first time I my mind to thinking I was a poet. My parents used to reminisce about how I would wax philosophic at the age of three, asking odd profound questions which they weren't prepared for. For me words are a powerful tool. They are used to communicate and elevate ideas, to torture, to denounce, to defend and protect. They are the greatest tool humanity has at it's disposal and it is the single tool so few people have actuated to its fullest. So as I argue in my other blog on political issues and debunk stupidity. Here I hope to give a creative spin to what I write.

Thanks for reading,
Lord Kristoffer Martin

 Christmas Noir

“You’re not real, a figment of my imagination”

“Imagination or a symbol, silly, I know, me sitting here in your head…

“Why do I believe in you? Hope…maybe, a want for

hope.”

“Maybe it’s not what I am up here but what I am out there?

“Symbol, iconography? I don’t need that gibberish.”

“But I’m the icon, the voice of a child’s hope, the ability to remove the cold, the hatred, the greed and selfishness that takes up so much of our lives.”

“But does that mean I must believe in you? I’m an adult

No Easter bunnies for me, no elves, no wishes upon a star.”

“Is it really so impossible to believe, to have faith in a nice man with a white beard?”

 Between Lovers

“Come on, just once, prove to me that you care.”

“No”

“Why, why won’t you kiss me, kiss me goodbye even?”

“Because I know it will have meaning for you and not for me.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because I do.”

“Fine, meaning then, meaning always meaning.”

“Can’t we just stay like this?”

“Like what, like strangers up at all hours?”

“No”

“Then what?”

“Friends…”