Floral Parade
Run Em
I am a graffiti artist. I found here my wall. In between myself, And the outside world. Sometimes they thinking it’s a gang thing and try to hook me that way. Walking by me the lyrics to their songs in my head. Short clips of long words. Everything broken in halves. A whole bunch of lies I say to that. I ain’t no doing that makin for them here. This wall is for me. I says my own thing. I says it up close for you. My lines ain’t straight. Sometimes I gotta run em, like I do. Gotta get away, case they catch me. I says is my wall, but it ain’t so. ©Susy Kamber
2022
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Winter One
https://youtu.be/LtI1PKFasME Winter 1 - Recomposed: Vivaldi's Four Seasons Composer - Max Richter
2022
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Floral Parade
Little breath of air joins me. It was grasping onto the tree branches and brush. Waiting with others. Their spoken words seemed as silent as a Navaho landscape. Little breath was there, too. Where she woke up and sang. The silent song gave strength to her. Wings fly. To me now. Little breath sings. Her song. Copyright S. Kamber
2023
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