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Tai Mesches, January 2014
Fireflies
in a poet’s realm of tender azaleas ‘n’ timid twilight surroundings
only does one slightly recognize the fireflies around him
but to be kind ‘n’ not to frighten with love, is a practice at best
to softly spark the creatures’ heart that brightens their chests
a delicate rhapsody painted in a scene of midnight navy blue
where spray paint ‘n’ poetic pages set the stages for me-muse
with a tongue coated in venomous desire ‘n’ a serene drip of intrigue
the fireflies ignite my static mind ‘n’ rev up my electricity
my pen extends a breath, under their fragile-flapping wings
just enough to express, the brightness they be craving
by saying laced fragrant phrases ‘n’ explaining my motives
the fireflies shine in my rhyme, earning this poet’s devotion
so slow they coast to my riveting lips, imprinting an impression
forever melting my dark silence away with their romantic connection
the setting blushed with stark urgency, yet to unfold at a steady flow
only to test my stretched penmanship, as each one, with me, glows
the fireflies of my dreamy being, compete to sit in my hands
for the ones i catch, the ones i select, are the ones that want to land
to stand still ‘n’ just radiate my euphoria, captures their curiosity
as their bodies shake for attention, love is what they want from me
my pockets full with already kidnapped sirens ‘n’ melodies of throats
only do the most beautiful fireflies, fly to what this poet has wrote
i don’t know if they know, but it’s my choice to choose
which bright-winged insect today, i choose to seduce
the fireflies come smooth to me, as i stick out my tongue
‘n’ let their glow follow my poetry, for this is where they belong…
Tai Mesches <prosperus11@gmail.com>
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Tai Mesches, December 2014
Fireflies
in a poet’s realm of tender azaleas ‘n’ timid twilight surroundings
only does one slightly recognize the fireflies around him
but to be kind ‘n’ not to frighten with love, is a practice at best
to softly spark the creatures’ heart that brightens their chests
a delicate rhapsody painted in a scene of midnight navy blue
where spray paint ‘n’ poetic pages set the stages for me-muse
with a tongue coated in venomous desire ‘n’ a serene drip of intrigue
the fireflies ignite my static mind ‘n’ rev up my electricity
my pen extends a breath, under their fragile-flapping wings
just enough to express, the brightness they be craving
by saying laced fragrant phrases ‘n’ explaining my motives
the fireflies shine in my rhyme, earning this poet’s devotion
so slow they coast to my riveting lips, imprinting an impression
forever melting my dark silence away with their romantic connection
the setting blushed with stark urgency, yet to unfold at a steady flow
only to test my stretched penmanship, as each one, with me, glows
the fireflies of my dreamy being, compete to sit in my hands
for the ones i catch, the ones i select, are the ones that want to land
to stand still ‘n’ just radiate my euphoria, captures their curiosity
as their bodies shake for attention, love is what they want from me
my pockets full with already kidnapped sirens ‘n’ melodies of throats
only do the most beautiful fireflies, fly to what this poet has wrote
i don’t know if they know, but it’s my choice to choose
which bright-winged insect today, i choose to seduce
the fireflies come smooth to me, as i stick out my tongue
‘n’ let their glow follow my poetry, for this is where they belong…
Tai Mesches
prosperus11@gmail.com
Tai Mesches – May 2013
Last Words
the last piece to the puzzle, where my mind collides with the body
a short draft of the poet’s craft, another book completed
i’m on top of the crescent moon, looking beyond the stars
a balmy past drifts away at last, so here i leave my mark
from the first page to the last, i have bled my soul clean
experiencing the epic beauty in every moment ‘n’ every scene
i have screamed with love, ‘n’ cried in justice, my words bind me
my heart ‘n’ spirit come alive as i let these rhymes define me
never hard to speak my being, out into this existence
speech completes my poetry to heal me of all sickness
my novel of therapy, where my medicine lies within one stroke
the moment my ink hits the paper, my pen slides down the slope
on a flow of verbs ‘n’ adjectives, descriptions wet with liquid
depictions raw with sex ‘n’ flaws, my madness becomes fluid
i choose to be lucid ‘n’ i choose to get drunk with dreams
for here is where i truly feel real, cuz i’m the master of my everything
a secret is instilled in my poems, one which cannot be explained
all you can do is open ‘n’ feel, ‘n’ let the emotions rain
contained in my heavenly wish, i grant you the freedom you seek
you must believe in the words you breathe ‘n’ in the passion that you leak
to become the love you stand for, you must relish in yourself
gather up your lessons in life until your soul starts to swell
then once you’re at the brink of tears, put your pen to the page
unravel, unleash, confess ‘n’ weep until you have nothing else to say
contained in this tale, is ALL of that i have been
ALL that i will ever be, here lies a new beginning
with the end of another chapter, i pack up my mind ‘n’ go
knowing that i’ve left no page unturned, once again free to find my flow
so to Po, Music, Jezzie ‘n’ Giggles, ‘n’ to my new fond bliss
to my muse or two who have helped me drool what love truly is
i leave you with this, a simple sigh to the universe
poetry has allowed me to live this life within each rhyme ‘n’ in each verse
here, i gave birth…
these are my last words…
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A Nook for Rhyme Crooks, April 27, 2013
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- a rhyming crook, photo by Ping Chu
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- Giggles. photo by Ping Chu
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- the finale, photo by disha patel
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- the painting! photo by disha patel
Recap:
The first blot has been dropped, giving birth to our story and our inner-creeping characters. With vibrating silhouettes and blood-pumping words, the Rhyme Crooks introduced our four pragmatists of this upcoming spoken word rhyme-tale. With our artist striking his blank canvas, the evening took form.
As each Crook’s shadow stretched its presence upon the audience, poetry filled up the room. First character to slip into the scene was Giggles, our representation of madness, chaos, and havoc. With a scatter of questioned wordplay and frantic melodies, the audience was thrown into the deep end. With confusion and anticipation buttering up the environment, the audience eagerly awaited the second.
Jezebel, the second character brought to life, slid her wet ways into the scene, representing desire, sex, and lust. The Crooks tossed her threw different perceptions and weaved her further down the page, reminding us that the rush in our veins is there for a reason.
At intermission, keeping true to the traditions of hip-hop, INFITIY and SPACE displayed their talents showcasing their quick-kickin’ grooves by breakdancing for everyone. Mesmerized and entertained, the audience eventually made their way back into the venue to catch the second half.
Welcoming them with calming narration, the Crooks smooth the audience back into their realm. Introducing the third character to the page, Po, the representation of Wisdom, Truth, and Nature, allowed the audience to find their grounding, and start to grasp the concept behind the event. An easy flowing beat coasted the audience further down the Crooks’ thought-provoking journey, setting them up for fourth, and last, of the characters.
Music, the representation of Harmony, True Love, and Peace, breathed life into the audience. Completing the quartet of characters, and setting up the conclusion. As all the characters came to a halt, a realization was unmasked; that each one of these characters lives in the page, and is given life through ink, word, and voice. Now with the four characters unleashed from the essential Ink Blot, they await their next page.
As finale, artist, Steve “SP” Williams, revealed his painting, depicting the four characters and the unmasking of his own inner Giggles, Jezebel, Po and Music. With narration and pieces blended with Chinese and English, silhouettes flickering, and all-original beats by Antithesis, the first chapter of “A Nook for Rhyme Crooks” comes to a close.
Photo credit: Ping Chu and Disha Patel.
the finale, photo by disha patel
What to expect:
Walking into the same setup, a high-caliber artist will, from scratch, create a piece depicting his own interpretation of this next chapter of “A Nook for Rhyme Crooks“. The Rhyme Crooks, who includes, Antithesis, Lux, OzWonka, MellowJunkie, Limpbizzie, and Prosperus, will come together once again behind the screen, to bring to life our four main characters, Giggles, Jezebel, Po and Music. Representing the four raw emotions; Chaos, Desire, Wisdom and Love, respectively, expect to take a ride through your inner core as we all together journey through a limitless world of rhyme, hip-hop and poetry.
A performance promising to be a visual tease and a jungle of flavorful wordplay, “Nook” will paint and splat its unique story all over the audience’s blank canvas, and give them a sensation that can only be truly captured by spoken word. Featured in a mix of Chinese and English, prepare to stretch your boundaries of linguistic understanding, poetic freedom, and creative acceptance.
“A Nook for Rhyme Crooks” will be a monthly event, featuring the artwork of a new upcoming artist, along with the all-original spoken word performances by the ink-slashing “Rhyme Crooks”. Please and come support this new movement organized by Red Room Organization, and prepare to be engulfed by the art of spoken word.
“A Nook for Rhyme Crooks” performance will be on May 25th, 2013 at 6:30 pm, at the prestigious Taipei Artist Village on Beiping E. Road. Stay tuned for more details…
第一個故事已經誕生了，生下了我們內心匍匐字符的故事。由每個韻詞者用他們的影子呈現給觀眾們，用詩歌填滿整個房間。
第一個呈現給觀眾的是 Giggle，用瘋狂、混亂、號節方式來分享。
第二個分享者 Jezebel 用個人獨特性格將活生生的將我們帶入她的內心現場，呈現出欲望、性與欲望。
中場休息，Infinity-Breakdance Crew 和 Space-Graffiti Artist 用嘻哈的方式來顯示它們快速歌唱方式來娛樂觀眾們，讓觀眾們開心感覺可以延續到下半場。
第三個角色映入我們的事 Po，用智慧、真理和自然代表性特色，讓觀眾可以找到踏實感覺，並解讓大家可以各種事物背後的概念。
第四個角色 Music 用音樂代表著和諧與真愛和和平，帶給觀眾生動的氣息。
由於這四種角色的融合，讓我們每一個頁面賦予了生命，透過油墨、文字和語言。現在四個大字必不可少的墨漬釋放，等待他們的下一個頁面。
最後壓軸，藝術家 Steve Williams，透過他的畫，將四個角色特色，和揭露出自己的內心笑聲。透過旁白和中文英文表述方式，讓所有原來的節拍可以對仗起來，第一章節的韻詞家的角落活動就此結束。
同樣的環境，同樣高素質的藝術家在下一次樂章，韻詞者將會由我們這四位角色帶給大家 Antithesis, Lix, OzWonka, Mellow Junkie, Limpbizzie 和 Prosperus 表演，一起帶到舞台上。
我們期待你可以帶領內心的心情與我們一起乘坐體驗押韻、街舞與詩歌無線世界的旅程。
韻家旮旯 (A Nook for Rhyme Crooks) 會每個月固定舉辦，請來參加支持這樣的行動，由紅房社群舉辦，來吞沒這些口語的力量的藝術。
下一次時間將會是 5/25 6:30pm，在台北國際藝術村，在北平東路上，敬請留意更多最新消息。
A Nook for Rhyme Crooks
as the mainstream masses, hack away at the roots
certain tribes ‘n’ clans, crack their hands to prove…that
they use words to bring purpose, delivered in verses
burst wise blurbs as it’s hip-hop we wor-ship
on the surface we work, we grind, ‘n’ we dig
but once you enter the nook, yo, our priority is ink
this joint here is to preserve, a lost ancient art
where the pen bends all lessons as we teach with each mark
this is a duty call for all slippery lyricists, ‘n’ quick-spittin’ beat-boxers
bold-inked warrior poets, ‘n’ wise free-stylin’ doctors
operating by choppin’ blocks of bass with bars that give birth
switchin’ bitchin’ verbs with whispers that’ll quake your earth
we come here to work in a world where wordsmiths roam free
to boast spoken poetry as our form of speech graffiti
hear my fat words swallow fear ‘n’ press a presence upon you
notice my voice ‘n’ my choice, to turn up the volume
this is the grand ball for mad hatters, jesters, ‘n’ dreamers
for prophets ‘n’ fools, for geniuses ‘n’ schemers
but beneath the surface of words, the labels ‘n’ terms
lies a truth so powerful it makes our pages burn
which is earned by preserving this culture to write
ink be our blood as words be our life
so tonight we rise together, ‘n’ around we take a look
ladies ‘n’ gents, welcome, to the nook for true rhyme crooks…
http://www.redroom.com.tw/events/event/a-nook-for-rhyme-crooks-april-27-2013/
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Tai Mesches December 2012
Bull’s Eyethe ancient raindrops splash ‘n’ soothe my eternal solitude
they drool around my center, leaving me at peace with being alone
a gentle silence gives warmth to my stretched-out frantic mind
finally a pocket of rest where there’s no need to be trapped by time
‘n’ line by line i can unwind, shift my energies elsewhere
a place where i am safe ‘n’ awake, there’s always a tale to tell there
the blank page intimidates with its stern face, placid with its stare
here i unravel, unleash my travels, this sheet shall never be bare
apparent commotions of wild emotions, so potent they’ll overload
pressures of moments, so bold in slow-motion, flowin’ like molten gold
swollen with vibrant lightening, tryin’ to find the source of this storm
so i can digest its nutrients, ‘n’ once again feel re-born
to bring all the portions together, all the flavors to make your pie
your spirit, your soul, your energy, make whole, as we rest in the center of my mind
appreciate this juxtaposition, take advantage of this sensation
learn to relate with all faces ‘n’ shapes, be brave, ‘n’ be patient
breathe heavy with the slightest sounds, be tickled by waving grass
treasure your center, let love be your mentor, as we make this moment last
the amount of satisfaction by the simplest of pleasures, in one fraction of a second
corrects my vision to see straight again, ‘n’ be at ease with the present
sequences of tense extremities, my parched words need remedies
release my extra-incentives, please, i need some help to find some peace
i scrub my teeth with wisdom bristles, ‘n’ rinse with clarity
script whatevers beneath my lies ‘n’ rhyme the truth that carries me
bound to poetry, my medicine of choice, i rejoice in its bosom
protecting me from the senseless distractions that’ll leave a man ruined
here in my womb of words, i nurse my melodies back into tune
this is where i bloom my fruit ‘n’ let the balance consume
i loom slowly into my temple, this is where a poet should write
right slap dab in the middle, heart be the bull’s eye…
Tai Mesches, October 2012
R.H.Y.M.E.
oh, hello R.H.Y.M.E., glad to see you’ve decided to join us
i can see from this list, you’ve booked an appointment
for coitus or pleasure? or for toyful measures?
my chest of poetic treasures is full of CAPITAL LETTERS
where ‘x’ marks the spot, imma drop my hip-hop
a big fat dollop of this mad man’s ink blots
pit stop for a piss ‘n’ reminisce of the minutes ‘n’ moments
twistin’ piff sticks so original, no way you’re able to clone it
holdin’ bold ink, in my grip, my rhymes swallows time
my mind writes ‘n’ hikes Mt. Olympus, ‘n’ leaps to the divine
great to see you again, my old friend, R.H.Y.M.E., it’s been too long
what made you go hibernate ‘n’ wait, we all thought you were gone
but all along you were here, in the back, sippin’ a beer
just waiting for the right blank page to call your name ‘n’ appear
clearly weary of hearing delirious wheels constantly turnin’
swervin’ curves furiously enough to make this page burn
blurry words bump back ‘n’ forth, slurs are nursed to health
verbatim is churned, chewed, stretched ‘n’ hurt til it’s truly earned its wealth
swelled by compassionate acts, with long-lasting effects
stacks of mad hatter flap jacks for break-fast
together again, friend, the best has yet to come
remember, R.H.Y.M.E., anytime, you are more than welcome
still spelling alphabets ‘n’ jigsaws, excelling at skippin’ the law
well-fed jester blurbs ‘n’ verses curled up as a ball
this slaw of silly drips hit rhythms that’ll whip you in shape
a creation made from the pen to the page, please, come have a taste
R.H.Y.M.E.,goodbye, we had a good time, please come back soon
i’m sure we’ll meet again sometime, probably right here, at the Red Room… Read more