AJL Posted November 19, 2013 Share Posted November 19, 2013 Hi, My name is Anthony and I am a writer/poet. I live in Australia and make video poems. I make not one cent out of them. However I am willing to pay you $10 for a voiceover. There might be a little back and forth as we get nuances right... but basically its a slow read with lots of pauses (or enough so I can edit). I have used women before but I think for this piece, I would like a male with a deep, serious sounding voice. (you can see why with the content). You can see previous poems here. Here it is.. its not short so any questions pls feel free to ask prior if you like. Aside from small donation (10 US) I will provide yr name and site in the credits at the end. It will end up on youtube. And that's it. Cheers Where the streets have no acclaim I stroll on molested concrete Burying sacred ground Along with countless others Concerned only with today’s odyssey Tales of woe Spattered with moments of joy Yet hyped with the anticipation Of a little more Of that good thing. The natural follow up To our folly Is disappointment The spirit crushing awareness Of the prominent mundane. Yet despite our singular head space The streets are awash with stories In never ending flux I want to believe That I am not a mere drop Of semen made self aware Salt of the earth Or lofty Or impossible to pin down. I stare at tram tracks And think of past bicycle tracks And four legged sojourns through dust and mud That replaced bush and forest That Eliminated centuries And suppressed tribes Once free to roam Yet grounded in Belonging They may be omitted now But we are the fractured ones Together Yet never more alone With the rise and rise Of the individual Destined to fall And fail Washed out by neon And wasted in the night Fortified slabs Reflecting our hollow bones Sturdy yet flawed Escaping ideologies Heralding the cry of a thousand misspent dreams From bleeding hearts And a million more besides Hiding in walls And work Lost in lust and booze And flippancy and derision Towers trivial Fabrications Without meaning Fighting inevitable cessation Fighting death Through irrelevancy Through superficiality So we dance among the pretty lights Knowing There’s another day coming At least, that’s the expectation That we can make it right tomorrow Tomorrow In the ever churning meantime The earth Waits dependably patient To reclaim those flimsy structures And fragile souls We of the never satisfied From the final fleeting charade. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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