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Subject: 1975:UE Act 2, Scene 22 Author: Sarah [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 09:52:39 04/02/02 Tue ACT TWO SCENE 22 (Emotion = LOVE) (Concept: Create Coffee Shop Effect) (Dancers: Enter SL and SR wearing straightjackets and faces painted red/blue, as Aqiyl's was in beginning - sit in chairs encircling Center where Aqiyl will be "on stage" in coffee shop.) (Visuals: title of LOVE OF BEING, then: POETRY PLANET CAFÉ stays onscreen as if in a café) (Music: same as the CD w/DJ cues) (Aqiyl speaks) LOVE OF BEING It was the love of being in love that she fell in love with Took two puffs and asked me if I wanted to hit it I would love to Float love one thousand miles above you Play hide and go seek with it Keep my eyes open so they can't say that I sleep with it 12am then creep with it Who me? No not me! I didn't do it! Park in a no parking zone just so you could boot it You boot me I'll boot you Then we'll be knocking boots While watching roots I grow like the olive's tree Rearrange my seconds so that my minutes keep counting on me Hours keep pounding on me My days keep counting on you I'm counting on you To teach me the meaning of the winds Rock your shell toes And knock me off of my timbs Remove my clothing then ascend Into the aftermath Matter can't contain me And this is no matter of time She pimp slapped adverbs just so she could rhyme Stole ten penny loafers just so she could be a dime Rocked the mic in 35 seconds and charged the phone call on time She was on incandescent time Kept calling me son Her moon reflects my insecurities We swim in oceans that mirror the molecular structures of my dreams But love caught me sleeping Thinking about the moon But I was daydreaming The night was asleep But what was the day dreaming Must have been one of those wet dreams Because I'm seeing things beneath the waters Eyelids shut down like windshield wipers I'm chanting it never rains with little Walter I'm in the desserts of her mind with a little water Motioning to the judge to charge her with manslaughter Her lawyers said the future killed her first born son And raped her little daughter So she only knew what the Jinn taught her Multiply that by what love taught her And you could feed one thousand bastards They say if you eat before you sleep You'll have nasty dreams I say if you dream before you sleep You'll forget how to dream Reality wants you to forget what you've dreamed I've seen you before You came through the door Now love is in back of you Took your virginity then pimp slapped you Played your adulthood on the radio Then kidnapped you Fertilized your brain waves Then gave birth back to you Rebirthed you then took birth back from you All this to say that it doesn't make any sense But I think creation loves you Like I love you In that cocoa butter scent Rub your back with shea butter And turn you back into incandescence I smelt her scent While the trees camped out in tents Drove an SUV through the rain forest And hid my face behind the tints I came all this way and realized This poem just doesn't make any sense!! (Dancers Freeze - look out at audience) (Lights - spot on Aqiyl) Which is probably a good thing Because not too many things make sense Which is probably a poetry thing Because not too many poets make sense Which is probably a poets thing Because not too many can sense… The meaning of this. Poetry is love when life is just too damn intense! (LIGHT CUE: NEAR BLACK) (V.O. "Poetry is Love, when Life is just too damn intense!") (Visual: POETRY IS LOVE….LOVE) (BLACKOUT) FINI Company Bow Imagery: Still of Barry Miller's "That's All Folks!" Credits Roll Music Continues (can be pre-recorded or played live) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]