They named me Kenneth Zane Beasley the Third At age five I was adopted by a truck driver Became Buddy Marshall Stevens Didn't much care for that, a number reasons So I changed it to Buddy Wakefield My name Is Buddy Wakefield I am part saint, part fraud Being human has been a largely humiliating experience I would say that it's been humbling But I suspect humble people don't use that word They humble up, buttercup We got ourselves some friendly names, don't we? We got ourselves in a pickle, friends There are no stunt doubles Performing the devastation in losing everything Maybe we are losing everything on purpose There's a good chance I'm a bad person Trying to do something right It turns out everyone is right It turns out we are happening so fast, y'all The whole world - so fast Yesterday I was 23 The day before that I was 9 And none of the soured relationships Were worth my need to be right Happiness - it's too far to fall And you, my love, you are a skyscraper tabernacle Mouthful of water, beautiful and too far to fall But look at us take our tumble quick Look at us take our lumps Look, everybody's headed for the pass again To cut each other off If my whole body and if your whole body If every single one of our bodies got amputated right now We would still have to deal with what's left of us Everything we ever ordered The waiter who is very famous for telling stories To make people feel like They feel better than they actually do He strutted up to our table A cocky lion walking straight into the mouth of a whale And said “put it in God's hands” I said “boy, we are God's hands" "Stop standing like an apology you never meant to give Your context is unruly” The waiter reached across my audacity Evenly placed the silverware and then politely replied, “Sir you don't know me You know a mistake I made Now, who ordered the worst case scenario?” Maybe I did, maybe you Maybe on purpose Until everyone in the whole world found out everything We were ever terrified of being found out about And no one was impressed with our nightmare air It does not have an ego Pay attention, then, when it enters and exits Each one of us feels desire inside That we can point to it on a map Stop acting like you don't know know Which direction your life is going It is hysterical, Los Angeles Pretending to be something you're not The loneliness is so goddamn blunt Everything here on the ground is a trigger Don't expect to be warned again You're a full-grown job phone Though I have zero proof that any of us are adults But there is still a voice inside of me that believes We will make miracles of the laughter left between us Recently I discovered a word That will fix everything I broke in our home I rescued it from my body and passed it on To people who will use it properly You finally leaned over to my ear Whispered so close to my throat it fogged up the knife Spoke what you thought was my name Until I could not remember where I came from And patiently waited for me to explain What in God's crippled name I am even talking about So, I clinched your history and I pulled it out of repeat And I loved you forever while we all sing these words Like a choir of honest killers Learning to leave the beast behind if I go forth from this world without you I did not forget to survive Both of us
This was a rollercoaster. Every single sentence was one honest truth after another. So visual. His actions and the way he expressed this art is another thing that made it more beautiful. I respect this man ✊🏼
Sometime early 2000s, a friend of mine, in Lobengula West Township, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, passed me a CD and said, "you're the one that likes words and stuff, here's a CD I found with this guy who says a lot of stuff, maybe you might understand it."On that day, I was introduced to Buddy Wakefield. I am forever thankful for that CD.
This poem makes me feel like I've experienced everything Buddy has; the emotion and the movement and presence he has on stage made the poem settle deep within me.
One of the most down to earth, talented and impressive activists whom I had the pleasure to work with in the twin cities. A man dedicated to the community wherever his feet are standing. Cheers and blessings 🙏🌏
I love this, a million times over! His poetry saved my life a few times and it is the only thing that helps me get back myself. And the woman yelling facts, love it! Performance poetry accepts interactive audiences! "Live for a Living"
I wish Button Poetry would put the words to the artists poems in the description. I am a very visual person and following along as the artist performs the poem is the best way for me to get everything out of the poem the writer has intended. (closed caption gets most words wrong)
"If my whole body and your whole body and every single one of our bodies got amputated right now, we'd still have to deal with what's left of us.".... "We are God's hands." Those parts of the poem hit me so hard no matter how many times I listen. "We are God's hands," yes exactly. I couldn't give you an absolute yes or no to the question "do you believe in God?" But I agree we are God's hands. There are so many who use belief in a deity to justify doing nothing. I think the people who originally encouraged leaving it up to god were just saying that to pacify the masses of people that were getting screwed over. We don't have hands for the sake of sitting around and waiting for someone or something else to solve our problems. We aren't infants we're people. People with the power to do a great deal of good if only we'd find the courage and to take meaningful action instead of just praying and fooling ourselves into believing that prayer replaces the real work involved. We are God's hands. Indeed we are and we should put ourselves to work repairing the planet we've so badly damaged.
i'm trying to listen to what he's saying and its really beautiful. this is my first time watching this but can someone tell me if this is a poem he's reading? and if he is, what is this poem really about?
Ben yes this is one of his own poems he’s reading. As for what it’s about, I think that’s up for interpretation. I’ve watched this so many times and I’m still not sure but I get something different from it every time
misshippogriff it’s slam poetry. people are meant to react how they want freely. let that person live their life. (by the way, i hope you don’t find this offensive. if so, my apologies)
He speaks about constant growing and changing and shedding old skins. Just when he thinks he has everything figured out, life throws another surprise to learn from. No matter how much we acknowledge the inevitability of these dumbfounding moments, they are so hard to recognize them as they are happening. My interpretation anyway.
I came back to this poem after so long because I was feeling exhausted again. Then I hear the "facts" woman, and the moment disappeared. I hate that this piece had to be ruined by that woman. I was unable to convince myself to listen to spoken word poetry again until this moment hit me, now it's gone.
He definitely might not have done this on purpose but then again he definitely might have LOL he said you are a full-grown bit of a jaw bone. And in the Bible there was an angel they took out a bunch of men the Jawbone of a donkey and then he even mentions the numbers 23 and 9. 23 chromosomes within the human DNA both male and female. As for the number 9 that is a definition of up. When weighed together on a scale of 6 and each and everyone of you 23456 scariest train of carbon-12 6 protons 6 neutrons and 6 electrons oh, I know... That's a lot of information but it's true about me you him us them the question is do you know the difference. Beautiful peace
Can someone edit out the person constantly saying facts it honestly ruins this whole video and his poem sounds so fuckibg good but the facts person is activating to hear the whole time
Cyn McCollum if I could do that I wouldn’t have to wear ear buds while watching I wish I had your magic powers but I become to distracted when I hear another sound and can’t focus :/ the parts I fought from the guy where wonderful though !
They named me Kenneth Zane Beasley the Third
At age five I was adopted by a truck driver
Became Buddy Marshall Stevens
Didn't much care for that, a number reasons
So I changed it to Buddy Wakefield
My name Is Buddy Wakefield
I am part saint, part fraud
Being human has been a largely humiliating experience
I would say that it's been humbling
But I suspect humble people don't use that word
They humble up, buttercup
We got ourselves some friendly names, don't we?
We got ourselves in a pickle, friends
There are no stunt doubles
Performing the devastation in losing everything
Maybe we are losing everything on purpose
There's a good chance I'm a bad person
Trying to do something right
It turns out everyone is right
It turns out we are happening so fast, y'all
The whole world - so fast
Yesterday I was 23
The day before that I was 9
And none of the soured relationships
Were worth my need to be right
Happiness - it's too far to fall
And you, my love, you are a skyscraper tabernacle
Mouthful of water, beautiful and too far to fall
But look at us take our tumble quick
Look at us take our lumps
Look, everybody's headed for the pass again
To cut each other off
If my whole body and if your whole body
If every single one of our bodies got amputated right now
We would still have to deal with what's left of us
Everything we ever ordered
The waiter who is very famous for telling stories
To make people feel like
They feel better than they actually do
He strutted up to our table
A cocky lion walking straight into the mouth of a whale
And said “put it in God's hands”
I said “boy, we are God's hands"
"Stop standing like an apology you never meant to give
Your context is unruly”
The waiter reached across my audacity
Evenly placed the silverware and then politely replied,
“Sir you don't know me
You know a mistake I made
Now, who ordered the worst case scenario?”
Maybe I did, maybe you
Maybe on purpose
Until everyone in the whole world found out everything
We were ever terrified of being found out about
And no one was impressed with our nightmare air
It does not have an ego
Pay attention, then, when it enters and exits
Each one of us feels desire inside
That we can point to it on a map
Stop acting like you don't know know
Which direction your life is going
It is hysterical, Los Angeles
Pretending to be something you're not
The loneliness is so goddamn blunt
Everything here on the ground is a trigger
Don't expect to be warned again
You're a full-grown job phone
Though I have zero proof that any of us are adults
But there is still a voice inside of me that believes
We will make miracles of the laughter left between us
Recently I discovered a word
That will fix everything I broke in our home
I rescued it from my body and passed it on
To people who will use it properly
You finally leaned over to my ear
Whispered so close to my throat it fogged up the knife
Spoke what you thought was my name
Until I could not remember where I came from
And patiently waited for me to explain
What in God's crippled name I am even talking about
So, I clinched your history and I pulled it out of repeat
And I loved you forever while we all sing these words
Like a choir of honest killers
Learning to leave the beast behind
if I go forth from this world without you
I did not forget to survive
Both of us
I would say it's humbling but humble people don't use that word..
I love this poem..
This was a rollercoaster. Every single sentence was one honest truth after another. So visual. His actions and the way he expressed this art is another thing that made it more beautiful. I respect this man ✊🏼
I've never seen anything like this before and I'm reeling
Sometime early 2000s, a friend of mine, in Lobengula West Township, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe, passed me a CD and said, "you're the one that likes words and stuff, here's a CD I found with this guy who says a lot of stuff, maybe you might understand it."On that day, I was introduced to Buddy Wakefield. I am forever thankful for that CD.
This poem makes me feel like I've experienced everything Buddy has; the emotion and the movement and presence he has on stage made the poem settle deep within me.
One of the most down to earth, talented and impressive activists whom I had the pleasure to work with in the twin cities. A man dedicated to the community wherever his feet are standing. Cheers and blessings 🙏🌏
I love his presence on the stage
I love this, a million times over! His poetry saved my life a few times and it is the only thing that helps me get back myself. And the woman yelling facts, love it! Performance poetry accepts interactive audiences! "Live for a Living"
I am with you.
"Sir, you don't know me.
You know a mistake I made"
This CHOREOOOOOO!!!! God I love this!!!
I keep coming back to this alot so beautiful
I am relieved that he is still doing what I found so moving the first time I heard "Flockprinter". Please never stop.
I've been coming back to this poem repeatedly.
who tf is that woman who keeps yelling "FAAAACTS!!"
The biggest problem with poetry is people who like poetry enough to sit in the front row of a poetry gig.
@@KevinOMalleyisonlysmallreally lol
i actually really enjoyed her enthusiasm
@@phoebejohnson1225 wrong.
I find the words so impactful every time I listen that I don't really hear her anymore. Didn't even notice her when I listen this time.
Buddy doing a classic Buddy.
Love.
I wish Button Poetry would put the words to the artists poems in the description. I am a very visual person and following along as the artist performs the poem is the best way for me to get everything out of the poem the writer has intended. (closed caption gets most words wrong)
Someone did up there
i saw him live, he’s absolutely enchanting. draws you in.
One of my new favorite pieces. Thanks, Buddy 💕
I am in awe at this man... 👌
I just love how he orchestrates the whole poem...like to match the title great presentation...this poem can. It be replicated well done
I had to watch it five times to dissect it properly and take it in. God, it blew my mind... It's so brilliant... I have no words.
Nina bosto explain it to me
Im o two times and counting and i still havent fully grasped this.
I love you buddy!
"Being human has been a largely humiliating experience." Felt ❤✊ Oh but what a fucking ride!
SO MUCH HEAT 🔥 🔥 🔥
Loveeeee this
I am speechless
Awesome awesome awesomeness. Love love love it
Phenomenal.
Wonderful stuff.
So freaking good
i bet that woman yelling FACTS is so self righteous. she's the stubborn type to never admit her faults.
*the loneliness is so goddamn blunt.*
I'm down with the Buddy Wakefield ✊🖤 legit
He's amazing😍👌🏻
Tell EM!
The lady shouting “fACtS” is a mood.
This is a great one, but the girl yelling FACTS is the only thing that brought it down
22burnsie facts
Do you like birds chirping?
whoever is saying facts over and over needs to let him speak ... he is speaking greatness! the world needs to open their eyes
So what is great again? Our words or our actions?
He comes with a vybe
"If my whole body and your whole body and every single one of our bodies got amputated right now, we'd still have to deal with what's left of us.".... "We are God's hands." Those parts of the poem hit me so hard no matter how many times I listen. "We are God's hands," yes exactly. I couldn't give you an absolute yes or no to the question "do you believe in God?" But I agree we are God's hands. There are so many who use belief in a deity to justify doing nothing. I think the people who originally encouraged leaving it up to god were just saying that to pacify the masses of people that were getting screwed over. We don't have hands for the sake of sitting around and waiting for someone or something else to solve our problems. We aren't infants we're people. People with the power to do a great deal of good if only we'd find the courage and to take meaningful action instead of just praying and fooling ourselves into believing that prayer replaces the real work involved. We are God's hands. Indeed we are and we should put ourselves to work repairing the planet we've so badly damaged.
We should?
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
how does he do this
👏👏👏
Did anyone else feel the urge to smack the “FACTS” lady across the face? 😆
i'm trying to listen to what he's saying and its really beautiful. this is my first time watching this but can someone tell me if this is a poem he's reading? and if he is, what is this poem really about?
Ben yes this is one of his own poems he’s reading. As for what it’s about, I think that’s up for interpretation. I’ve watched this so many times and I’m still not sure but I get something different from it every time
The lady screaming"facts!" Is so me omg
The loneliness is blunt & everything on the ground is a trigger. Don't expect to be warned again.
Please help me understand the meaning of this. There’s so much here and I want to understand
love this but that person yelling “facts”,,,,, learn some manners
misshippogriff it’s slam poetry. people are meant to react how they want freely. let that person live their life. (by the way, i hope you don’t find this offensive. if so, my apologies)
In slam poetry they should snap during the poem if they liked it! They can yell after
misshippogriff facts
@@menuchacolish where do you get that should from? I mean how can you say should?
I guess acceptance is hard to come by...
I love this poem to death but have a hard time following. Can someone please reply with a mild explanation. Thanks 🌟🌟
Davis Farmer the human experience
He speaks about constant growing and changing and shedding old skins. Just when he thinks he has everything figured out, life throws another surprise to learn from. No matter how much we acknowledge the inevitability of these dumbfounding moments, they are so hard to recognize them as they are happening. My interpretation anyway.
i liked the one in the hat more
Can some break this down a bit more?
I came back to this poem after so long because I was feeling exhausted again. Then I hear the "facts" woman, and the moment disappeared. I hate that this piece had to be ruined by that woman. I was unable to convince myself to listen to spoken word poetry again until this moment hit me, now it's gone.
I am not with you.
“Facts, facts, facts” why are you screaming over everyone
He definitely might not have done this on purpose but then again he definitely might have LOL he said you are a full-grown bit of a jaw bone. And in the Bible there was an angel they took out a bunch of men the Jawbone of a donkey and then he even mentions the numbers 23 and 9. 23 chromosomes within the human DNA both male and female. As for the number 9 that is a definition of up. When weighed together on a scale of 6 and each and everyone of you 23456 scariest train of carbon-12 6 protons 6 neutrons and 6 electrons oh, I know... That's a lot of information but it's true about me you him us them the question is do you know the difference. Beautiful peace
RR AC KC RAVEN 444 747
Can someone edit out the person constantly saying facts it honestly ruins this whole video and his poem sounds so fuckibg good but the facts person is activating to hear the whole time
I didn't even hear it, but I listen to a lot of live poetry performances and tune out that which I do not wish to hear.
Cyn McCollum if I could do that I wouldn’t have to wear ear buds while watching
I wish I had your magic powers but I become to distracted when I hear another sound and can’t focus :/ the parts I fought from the guy where wonderful though !
@@sophiagustave9531 you could learn a lot from her...
Please don’t be about Trump, Please don’t be about Trump, Please don’t be about Trump.