Stone Soup Servings is a regular series for Oddball Magazine that features upcoming performers at Stone Soup Poetry, the long-running spoken word venue in the Boston area that has partnered with Oddball Magazine. Stone Soup Poetry now meets from 8-10 p.m. every Monday at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery’s new location at 541 Massachusetts Avenue in Central Square Cambridge, Massachusetts. The open mike sign-up at 7:30 p.m.

This Monday, due to weather conditions, we were unable to feature Hannah Brown. We remain hopeful as we get ready for Navah the Buddaphliii, who will hopefully perform as scheduled this coming Monday. Hopefully, after reading her poem below, we will all be able to brave the snow both in the air and on the ground and be in the audience on February 2.

 

I want to be what a man can love

Man is on the outside of what he believes he is in
Man is an earth dancer that knows not his mind, body and spirit
For when he knows himself his knowledge becomes cruelty

He is then over taken by the moment he finds truth
and at that time he forgets everything he has learnt
and identify himself as being exhausted by life
and what he thinks could be love
He is aware Life is a surprise and death cant be less than one
But unaware he is a child of chance two sides of one coin, daring and original
he is dangerously beautiful and ugly at the same time
it is like he is blessed and cursed with a cross heart that is not ready to be happy
and a mind craze like those that talk about a heaven and
don’t have a hell to compare it too

It is because mans world is a empty dream
surrounded by chaotic love a love best kept at a distance
further than the moon and the sun detached from space breaking earth and it
is here where man able to reach back in time
an inhabit a human experience over and over again

This godless custom he has grown accustom too
And for what, well he want to feel if he can truly love
And remember what he loves

Not the kind of Sebastian crystal gem
embroidered lies, these unwanted kisses
lies that smile with such belief love
No not that kind and not the love that cum
with small sensual sacrilegious screams
No I am talking about a love that is more than just felt
a love other than just a mirage of echoes

A love that would not be unremembered
and gently carried by sands of time
A love that will run forever
like tears that will never dry
A love that will allow its pain to get its point across
by telling all about how it is to lived with its own death
and heal what it has yet to be certain of

I want to see man fondness for pain turn into power
inside of a cocoon and become the influential butterfly
I believe he has been all long
A kind of man that will no longer be afraid to give mary J. blig that real love
Someday I want to be like that
someday I want to be more than just noise
More than just unwanted breath
I want to be what a man can love