Gemini — the communicator Battered thoughts spewed uncontrollably through eager lips. I am not quiet. I am not easy. I am / torrential downpour during / hurricane, turned flood — devoured streets, homes & love. There are a million thoughts flitting through my mind. (At any given time.) ( & ) I’m a gemini —ContinueContinue reading “POEM: Gemini — the communicator”
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meditative poetry on existence, sin, & the nonexistence of both,,,
))) ) Sadness is illusion as happiness is illusion. (Does deep burning anguish bring illumination to the soul?) (??) The all is false, for the all is mind. It’s in this universe of illusion that we’re bound to perform. ////// Souls matter…. Tears splatter / against warm cheeks, our bodies, mere modes of transportation. StrungContinueContinue reading “meditative poetry on existence, sin, & the nonexistence of both,,,”
EP // AMBERRENEEPOETRY
*A collection of spoken poetry, & original music. * This collection is a 2016-19 mix from phone recordings done in my room (add a little piano), & then also the studio grade microphone recordings onto professional software we have at “Studio Closet-Space Records,” so. Enjoy the stark differences between the tracks. -Amber PS. If you’reContinueContinue reading “EP // AMBERRENEEPOETRY”
Feb 1: a spoken word (set to) music & its “essay” explanation
Hiya, & welcome to this little listen-in. Amber Renee here, pretty sick, very sleepy, but a lot eager to show you this lyrical piece of my soul. Both the poem & music were written a couple weeks ago in a haze of trance & mania; the piece itself is a bit of a mouthful. TheContinueContinue reading “Feb 1: a spoken word (set to) music & its “essay” explanation”
Dead Bards ,,
It’s a terrible bless,, //being so vulnerably packed, crammed impossible tight inside this 4-limbed beast & with skin! caught by the trap of desire. Dionysus applauds. Did I ask for this?The (mine, I forget to think) skin colors ,,mark mine in submission.Earthy brown, / tinges of red.Blood! the great equalizer splitting us living up intoContinueContinue reading “Dead Bards ,,”
The Clocks ,,
In honor of my boy’s birthday today, I’m going to share the poem of mine I think Mr. Edgar Allan would be proudest of. The theme mirrors his own obsession with time & mortality. As well, I hear the rhyme scheme as Poe-esque. // I hope you enjoy. (Even if you’re not turning 210 today.)ContinueContinue reading “The Clocks ,,”
VIDEO: Live @ Fergie’s Pub
Amber Renee reads a ONE-TIME integrated piece of poetry, storytelling & haphazardly music.
miss/mood
“Ma’am, I–” “Oh, no I couldn’t!” She cuts me off, sliding closer to me on the couch. Growling, “Please,,” Saying, “,you must call me Miss.” A pause, then a smile,, but I can’t see any teeth. Dread barrels through my heart like a flock of wild, vicious vultures caw cawing, saying, scratching, that nothing willContinueContinue reading “miss/mood”
//a null-god, explained
I pledge my allegiance to the absurd, of the primeval mechanics of phenomenon. & to the lawless, for which we must be; one soul in transduality, multi-reality’d, with experience & autonomy for all. -Amber Renee I am a proud & free-from-worry atheist. I smile at the word. Why? The pride I have found is unbound.ContinueContinue reading “//a null-god, explained”
Dissociated Writing Piece,,
It’s a terrible bless,, // being so vulnerably packed, crammed impossible tight inside this 4-limbed beast & with skin! caught by the trap of desire. Dionysus applauds. Did I ask for this? The (mine, I forget to think) skin colors ,, mark mine in submission. Earthy brown, / tinges of red. Blood! the great equalizerContinueContinue reading “Dissociated Writing Piece,,”
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