Mother

Hold me, child.
Hold me sunny,
strange days ahead now.

Brack river underneath my bones,
child, you will be wont to drink it;
resist every temptation.

Hold the weak now,
hold steadfast a solder's mask
a deity's substance
hold fast now, child.

Coming miles up now and we forgave him naught.
Hold the line, child
Help me heal
wounds bandaged dirty
by the sun now

Hold the heals, child.
Hold me as you're breaking apart now
you're crazy if you want to make crazy
Hold the heals now.

Mend cracks in the skin
hold it together, child.
bleed the sun dry tomorrow

Hold tight now,
it's the sudden dancing macabre bodies underneath it all.
Secrets of secrets.
Hold me now, child,
if you want to see me.


Mother by Michael W. Hyde is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

This is the final revision for "Mother," a piece I channeled some weeks ago. It was performed for the first time April 22, at GaiaFest 2008.

GaiaFest 2008 Afterthoughts

In case you missed it, Gaiafest 2008 was a smashing success. We had a lovely turnout, great poets, free food, some improv saxophone, and many breaks with which to smoke cigarettes. I hope all that attended had as good a time watching/listening as I did reading/performing.

I did two new pieces which I've never performed before - "Mother" and "cloud" - and a well-oiled piece called "Migraine." I felt that "cloud" can use a little work on inflection and intonation; I didn't get it quite right for the tone of the piece, which is thick satire. "Mother," on the other hand, exceeded my expectations and was welcomed with some ego-boosting oohs and ahhs along with regular applause.

It is my intention to begin hosting some of my work as downloadable audio tracks in the near future, or quite possibly as micro video productions. I haven't figured out all the particulars, so bear with me, but I'll do my best to keep this site updated.

GaiaFest 2008

Mother

I have been selected to be a featured reader at this year's GaiaFest 2008. I will sit alongside a dozen other quality writers as we flagellate in front of you, the audience. Please join us April 22, 2008, at the 40th Street Theater in Norfolk, VA. I will share more information as it arrives.

In the meantime, here is one of the pieces I have been working on for the festival:

hold me, child
hold me sunny, strange days ahead now, child
brack river underneath my bones, child, you will be wont to drink it, child
resist every temptation.
hold the weak now, child
hold steadfast a solder's mask a deity's substance hold fast now, child.
coming miles up now and we forgave him naught
hold the line, child
help me heal the wounds bandaged dirty by the sun now
hold the heals, child.
hold me as you're breaking apart now
you're crazy if you want to make crazy
hold the heals now, child
mend the cracks in the skin
hold it together child.
bleed the sun dry tomorrow or the ending's tomorrow
hold tight now, child
it's the sudden dancing macabre bodies underneath it all
the secrets of secrets
hold me now, child.
if you want to see me.

Mother Says by Michael W. Hyde is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.