Phil Kaye, co-director of Project VOICE & former member of Team Providence that went to the finals stage performs "Beginning, Middle & End" at the louderArts Project as the featured poet. Dec. 2011
written down for people who may want to know! Every great story has a beginning, middle and end, not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories. Chapter 389: The boy, hair still long, fingers still too short, is 98 years old. He sits at the restaurant alone. A stranger next to him is eating something that looks vaguely delicious. The boy takes his fork, sticks it in his meal and takes a bite. He says, "I'm 98 years old. Go ahead, say something, asshole." Chapter 14: The boy is 8 years old, he and his best friend come up with a great idea for a prank, they are sure they will not get caught. The next morning every house on the street except his own has toilet paper on the front yard. They get caught. Chapter 146 and the boy and the girl lived happily ever after. Chapter 231 and the boy and the girl now never to speak to each other ever again. Every great story has a beginning, middle and ending not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories but not all written as chapter books. I know. There are moments that are not meant to be bound that we scribble too much in the margins to read our own page numbers. Like the night you thought you were invincible, ran out into the lightning storm with a million keys tied to a million kites and a clench in your jaw and said "Take me with you goddammit, I dare you." And the weeks when you finally reach out to feel your father's cheeks, and just found paper cuts. I know, the nights we shatter our glasses to fall asleep, the afternoons we take photographs of our own shadows just to prove that we left a mark. And know the wetness of your lips, know that you are the leaf of the tree of your parent's first kiss. If you hold your shrubs to the sky you can see their veins there. Know that in later chapters you will complain about how things were better back in your day. Give yourself lots to complain about. Know that your legs are made to run, your bones are made to heal, so let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else you do not know which way is up. Knowing, that one day you may fall out, know exactly which way is down. Call your mother crying like the first day you were born. "Baby," She will call you. "Baby it is okay. Every great story has a beginning, middle and ending not necessarily in that order." Chapter 189, the boy too old now to celebrate his birthdays and too young to treasure them, uses his fists. Punches his own reflection to see if it is real, breaks his hand back into the opposite of the fist, a conch shell of sea. He holds it to his ear and can hear the ocean of his own bloodline. Stand up boy, not just with your legs. You, be your own story, 600 words per minute. You, glasses by age seven. You, never stop to read the back cover even though you know what happens at the end. Chapter 431: Once upon a time there was a boy. He's not here anymore, but the branches he left all hold their leaves to the sky. You can see the outline of his shadow on the sidewalk. Chapter 1: Once upon a time there was a woman and a man, and the first time they kissed a seedling blossomed from the back of her neck.
He deserves better than to be compared to Augustus Waters in my opinion. he's incredible and real and he makes me feel his words so much more than a one dimensional fictional character.
Phil is an amazing storyteller. When i'm feeling sentimental or sad i came back to watch his videos and they still make me cry everytime. Thank you for introducing me to spoken words poetry, it changed my perspective on poetry💛💛💛💛💛💛
" Know that your legs are made to run , your bones are made to heal , so let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else , you do not know which way is up "
Was having a REALLY bad day and watched this, it reminded me that things will pass, people will come and go, feelings subside and you move on. thank you
it saddens me to know there’s people who don’t really get spoken word poetry. its amazing how, as he speaks, i feel the electricity in my body. there’s only few things that make me feel this way.
The most perfect poem every wrtitten... I have listened to this so many time since it has been published and my thought has never changed. Thank you, you inspire me.
I still don't know how he does it. How every single letter that leaves Phil Kaye's mouth embodies so much...RELEVANCE. I completely and utterly agree with danisofia5. Phil, you and Sarah are simply inspiring :)
“And the boy loved the tree . . . very much. And the tree was happy.” I’m not sure if it was intentional to have The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein, nuances - but, nonetheless, it made my inner child weep. Fucking beautiful. Well. Done. Sir.
So beautiful and such a mastered art of story telling in a different art form.Esp the expressions and the gestures makes the connect deeper with the words....Just Wowww!!!
I know how you feel, I'm trying to get my friends hip to this endangered art form all the time but they don't get it either. Maybe that's the point of poetry though, you can only hear the beauty in the words when you're listening with an open heart.
he just performed one of the most beautiful poems i've ever heard in my entire life, and all people are doing in the comments is comparing him to a lame teen novel character... smh.
written down for people who may want to know!
Every great story has a beginning, middle and end, not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories.
Chapter 389:
The boy, hair still long, fingers still too short, is 98 years old. He sits at the restaurant alone. A stranger next to him is eating something that looks vaguely delicious. The boy takes his fork, sticks it in his meal and takes a bite. He says, "I'm 98 years old. Go ahead, say something, asshole."
Chapter 14:
The boy is 8 years old, he and his best friend come up with a great idea for a prank, they are sure they will not get caught. The next morning every house on the street except his own has toilet paper on the front yard. They get caught.
Chapter 146 and the boy and the girl lived happily ever after.
Chapter 231 and the boy and the girl now never to speak to each other ever again.
Every great story has a beginning, middle and ending not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories but not all written as chapter books.
I know. There are moments that are not meant to be bound that we scribble too much in the margins to read our own page numbers. Like the night you thought you were invincible, ran out into the lightning storm with a million keys tied to a million kites and a clench in your jaw and said "Take me with you goddammit, I dare you."
And the weeks when you finally reach out to feel your father's cheeks, and just found paper cuts.
I know, the nights we shatter our glasses to fall asleep, the afternoons we take photographs of our own shadows just to prove that we left a mark.
And know the wetness of your lips, know that you are the leaf of the tree of your parent's first kiss. If you hold your shrubs to the sky you can see their veins there.
Know that in later chapters you will complain about how things were better back in your day. Give yourself lots to complain about.
Know that your legs are made to run, your bones are made to heal, so let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else you do not know which way is up. Knowing, that one day you may fall out, know exactly which way is down. Call your mother crying like the first day you were born. "Baby," She will call you. "Baby it is okay. Every great story has a beginning, middle and ending not necessarily in that order."
Chapter 189, the boy too old now to celebrate his birthdays and too young to treasure them, uses his fists. Punches his own reflection to see if it is real, breaks his hand back into the opposite of the fist, a conch shell of sea. He holds it to his ear and can hear the ocean of his own bloodline. Stand up boy, not just with your legs.
You, be your own story, 600 words per minute.
You, glasses by age seven.
You, never stop to read the back cover even though you know what happens at the end.
Chapter 431:
Once upon a time there was a boy. He's not here anymore, but the branches he left all hold their leaves to the sky. You can see the outline of his shadow on the sidewalk.
Chapter 1:
Once upon a time there was a woman and a man, and the first time they kissed a seedling blossomed from the back of her neck.
Thanks you really appreciate it
"Let yourself fall so deep into somebody else, you do not know which way is up."
I love that the story started with the boy's parent's first kiss and not conception. That was beautiful.
Watching in 2023 still come back to watch this so many times
Can I.... Can I just marry the words of this? Am I allowed to steal the pictures he drew in my mind and keep them for myself?
"You are a leaf off of the tree of your parent's first kiss
oh my god, Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay are like the exact same person ! incredible :D
Hey so this was spectacular...just a suggestion....marry me? I'll settle for a hug but I won't hesitate for your hand in marriage.
He deserves better than to be compared to Augustus Waters in my opinion. he's incredible and real and he makes me feel his words so much more than a one dimensional fictional character.
I agree!
Poems like these make me feel alive
Phil is an amazing storyteller. When i'm feeling sentimental or sad i came back to watch his videos and they still make me cry everytime. Thank you for introducing me to spoken words poetry, it changed my perspective on poetry💛💛💛💛💛💛
you reallt can see that sarah kay inspires him and vice versa
May I say, I cried that was so beautiful.
Tonight I found this wonder-filled nook of CZcams. I don't think I will be visiting the other side for a while.
" Know that your legs are made to run , your bones are made to heal , so let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else , you do not know which way is up "
Beautiful,funny and intelligent. So much like book characters, but there's something in him that's different; he's human. '-'
Was having a REALLY bad day and watched this, it reminded me that things will pass, people will come and go, feelings subside and you move on. thank you
I've watched this so many times... definitely one of my top 3 favorite poems!
it saddens me to know there’s people who don’t really get spoken word poetry. its amazing how, as he speaks, i feel the electricity in my body. there’s only few things that make me feel this way.
Sarah Kaye SAID THE EXACT SAME THING XD He said, "Every great story had a beginning middle and an end... Not necessarily in that order"
They're best friends ha
Also it’s a Tim Burton quote
Sarah Kay is better
his flow gives me chills
The most perfect poem every wrtitten... I have listened to this so many time since it has been published and my thought has never changed. Thank you, you inspire me.
let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else you do not know which way is up.
damn it he's the embodiment of augustus waters
After five years, I'm watching this again.
why would someone dislike this? this is beautiful! ❤️
I still don't know how he does it. How every single letter that leaves Phil Kaye's mouth embodies so much...RELEVANCE. I completely and utterly agree with danisofia5. Phil, you and Sarah are simply inspiring :)
this is absolutely beautiful
Had to watch this one before the 2018 version. He changed so much!
This. Is. Beautiful. I got goosebumps.
+Reina Fe this is funny cause of your profile pic
Omg the love of my life...
He and Sarah Kay shatter me every single time
When I grow up...I want to be just like Phil Kaye!
That just made me get emotional.... And I've heard this poem many times before.... it's so beautiful
i love this part of youtube.
“And the boy loved the tree . . . very much. And the tree was happy.”
I’m not sure if it was intentional to have The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein, nuances - but, nonetheless, it made my inner child weep. Fucking beautiful.
Well. Done. Sir.
Revisiting this after 7 years….. and it’s so.. strange. It feels more…. painful now.
So beautiful and such a mastered art of story telling in a different art form.Esp the expressions and the gestures makes the connect deeper with the words....Just Wowww!!!
i love the way he speaks more than anything
I recited this poem for my english class
He inspires me to do great things. I hope that he always makes poetry. I love his poem repetition♥️
I'm crying.. so goddamn beautiful!!
"Know that in later chapters you will complain that things were better in your day. Give yourself lots
This man this man.
Love Phil Kaye's poems..
Phil Kaye is the best man I still don't know.
this is just too beautiful.
and you are a brilliant story teller Phil Kaye I enjoyed it so much
Mindblowing! Love it.
I love the sound of his voice.
My favorite poem.
blow away like leaves in autumn, thank you
What a great performance, though I'm not sure I totally understand the meaning behind his words
His voice :*
He reminds me of Augustus Waters, so intelligent so smart so hot lol
+BrooksSwiftDuet Yup!
Also Will Cooper from Slammed!
True 😁
By far my favorite poem
I know how you feel, I'm trying to get my friends hip to this endangered art form all the time but they don't get it either. Maybe that's the point of poetry though, you can only hear the beauty in the words when you're listening with an open heart.
Love this so much
This reminds me of the giving tree so much.
This is so beautiful 💙
youre so pure!! im in love with your words..
another masterpiece!
Feel the wetness of your lips...fall so deep into someone knowing that it may end...those aren't direct quotes but his msg is amazing
That was some ammazing analogy he gottt
Stunning!
Meanwhile everyone here wants to marry you....could you please just give Sarah a hug for me. Thank you and make it tight.
he just performed one of the most beautiful poems i've ever heard in my entire life, and all people are doing in the comments is comparing him to a lame teen novel character... smh.
Even for Phil, this is exceptional.
The first time I read the title as "Beginning, Miracle & End"
It says December, Twenty Eleven as in December, 2011.
Brilliant. Dig this kid.
This reminds me a lot of Sarah Kay's "If I should have a daughter"
You, stand up, boy not only with your legs.
this reminds me of 500 days of summer.
there are moments that are not meant to be bound
♥♥♥
❤
Every story has a beginning, middle and end not necesserily in that order.
faulkner in love
I'm trying to like this but i just don't know yet.
If you decide to just give @Patricia Kamara the hug, would you marry me?
you remind me of Jackson Rathbone
loooks exactly like jackson rathbone!
Marry me
someone put the lyrics in here
MARRYYY MEEE🙈
you are a leaf off of the tree of your parents first kiss... doctor who reference(the impossible girl!) right there
*SHE SAID
He looks like the twilight guy.
"Dec, 11.2012" this date hasn't come yet...
He looks like natt woolf jfc
oooooooohhhhhh.... Dx i fail....
sounds like john mullaney the comedian
👌👌👌👌👌👌👌
to complain about."
Looks lik
lol