I have rewritten one of my poems that was published earlier, Wesley helped me with this, and he added a sound file to it, and this is the result. I am extremely happy with it :)
When Do We Start To Live Collaboration poem: Space Cadet and Darren White Voice: Wesley C. How do I know we’ve lived? If you’re certain then tell me when? When? When have I lived? Do I live now? Is it the tap-tap of my hand against the window; the drum played by my fingers on the chair? Is it the slowed back-beat, or the snare drum speed, under your hand at rest, on my chest, in this 2 AM discotheque. How do we know we’ve lived? Is it a faint notion, or movement in my legs: A lotus reed on my calves I'd never felt until it tickled me? How do I know I’m still alive? Is it when the ice-blue swaddles me in abyss, of inky darkness? Or when I’m a borne flutter of this butterfly crinkled away in my chest cavity? Or as sun rays play with light and words that tumble, crumble, and fall to pieces, in their own stubborn way, here, on this paper? Is it found in a friend’s voice that pulls me from dark, penetrates a radiance inward, up from me, out, to my face, ablaze with why I'm here to exist?
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