When the forge forgets its fire, the world forgets its maker. A Guerrilla Literature poem by Kerr Martin conceptualized, written and scheduled 11/6/25.
I actually was thinking about this earlier and wondering how to go about getting some of my poems turned into songs. I refuse to use AI for it and sadly I do not know a band.
It’d be like a spoken word meets punk/metal album. Anyways, pipe dream since I can’t play any instruments. 😂
on fire, my brother. keep being great.
There is no stopping us now.
🔥🙏
Ellis sent me. Glad he did.
And I'm glad you're here brother! Thank you for taking the time to read and show some love. 👊
This would be great as a technical death metal song.
That is sick!
I actually was thinking about this earlier and wondering how to go about getting some of my poems turned into songs. I refuse to use AI for it and sadly I do not know a band.
It’d be like a spoken word meets punk/metal album. Anyways, pipe dream since I can’t play any instruments. 😂