Whats good people. Sometime last week thanks to a sleepless night I took my phone out and someone (I dont remember who) had posted a link. So I an my oh so curious self clicked on i. Ended up being a youtube video and I waited for it to load oh so slowly (using the net on a cellphone and all). Anyways long story short i came across this POET (an ARTIST). Not saying I have seen many poets performing or that I've read that much poetry but sometimes all it takes is one thing to capture you and I was capturing by MARSHALL "SOULFUL" JONES.Thanks to his work I have honestly thought of shutting down my blog and calling it quits. Apart from the fact I still have never said one of my pieces outloud I feel like a talentless dwib next to this guy. And its weird cause i never really thought about performing my work till abiut a few months ago and now I doubt I ever will.
First of all the energy in his performance struck me. But yet it was the underlying passion. It seeped out of him like a new born spring bursting to make its way to the surface and leave its mark on this Earth. I was captivated enough to watch each of his performances without even moving an inch. Yeah yeah I know it sounds like a lil girl with a crush on the classroom hottie. But I was raised up to admit when I see or find something good and appreciate it. His poetry touched me. It is something that I can relate to and is in within my sphere of life. I urge anyone who can watch his performances or get mor e of his work (hope you hook me up) to do so. Down below is a link to one of his performances entitled,"Spelling Father." He was able to say everything and more Id like to and made me appreciate things more.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjH0jmAiU7k
Jah Bless
Wednesday 30 May 2012
Friday 11 May 2012
The Dark Light (Written by Lolande Lema)
Im shattered
Battered
Trapped in a maze
Amazed on how am flat-splattered
Crazed in a daze
Purple haze of regret
Flows as it grows
In my system
I made a bet but the spreading never slows
Spider legs crawling in me
Forcing a deep black shadow
Am sunk
Stuck
Without luck
Like nasty fingers on a quick buck
Call Chuck
Cause my thermometer just broke but my fever is getting hotter
Am drowning although my head clearly out the water
I still will and feel that
I have to
Act to
Change my ways
And for that
I now ask you
How COULD you change?
And WOULD you rearrange the masterplan
Cause you know you can
So you SHOULD
Age the maturity and purity of the soul
To satisfy the mind on the WHOLE
Battered
Trapped in a maze
Amazed on how am flat-splattered
Crazed in a daze
Purple haze of regret
Flows as it grows
In my system
I made a bet but the spreading never slows
Spider legs crawling in me
Forcing a deep black shadow
Am sunk
Stuck
Without luck
Like nasty fingers on a quick buck
Call Chuck
Cause my thermometer just broke but my fever is getting hotter
Am drowning although my head clearly out the water
I still will and feel that
I have to
Act to
Change my ways
And for that
I now ask you
How COULD you change?
And WOULD you rearrange the masterplan
Cause you know you can
So you SHOULD
Age the maturity and purity of the soul
To satisfy the mind on the WHOLE
Thursday 10 May 2012
Who are you?
Who are you to tell me I am not up to par and unworthy
Who are you to tell me that my race or skin tone makes me inferior?
Who are you to say that I will amount to nothing and I am of no value
Who are you to put shackles on my neck and ankles?
Who are you to keep my body strong and yet break my mind?
Put me in a mental prison, chain me to the wall and make me immobile
Making me a slave within myself
Who are you to say I am ugly when beauty radiates from every core of my being
When my mind paints colors even on the bleakest of canvases and my words bring warmth to the coldest of hearts
Who are you to tell me?
What I may do or not do what I should look or be like
Who I may or not be with
What class of people I should hang out with
Who are you to tell me I am a burden and of no consequence
That I shouldn’t have been born when my life is priceless and a blessing
Who are you to tell me my child is a punishment of my actions while they are a gift
Who are you to point a finger at me?
Do you not know that 3 point right back at you
Who are you to lay your hands on me
Using the power of your might to confine me
Leave all the scars on my skin that you want
Here I will even turn the other cheek
I will give you the bats to even break my bones
But you will not leave a single mark on my heart
Who are you to judge others and condemn them
Because his with him and shes with her
And he used to be her and she used to be him
Or she likes him and her and he likes her and him
And they are happy as is?
Who are you to spew poison from your mouth
Twist and turn words into venom
Sadness
Envy
Greed
Loathing
Contempt
Vengeance
All the decrepit things encompassed into one
Controlling you like a blind fool
Project them towards me
Cast them from yourself and throw them at me all you want
It will not bring me down
For I can sit here and speak these words
Blocking your negative aura
Feeling no hate or sadness
Not even anger
But rather I feel sorrow
You are alone
So I walk away with a throbbing heart in my chest
With head held up high
So next time before you speak your words
Flex your might
When you set out to hurt and destroy
When you want to feel superior by bringing those around you down
Look into the mirror and ask this
Who are you?
Who are you to tell me that my race or skin tone makes me inferior?
Who are you to say that I will amount to nothing and I am of no value
Who are you to put shackles on my neck and ankles?
Who are you to keep my body strong and yet break my mind?
Put me in a mental prison, chain me to the wall and make me immobile
Making me a slave within myself
Who are you to say I am ugly when beauty radiates from every core of my being
When my mind paints colors even on the bleakest of canvases and my words bring warmth to the coldest of hearts
Who are you to tell me?
What I may do or not do what I should look or be like
Who I may or not be with
What class of people I should hang out with
Who are you to tell me I am a burden and of no consequence
That I shouldn’t have been born when my life is priceless and a blessing
Who are you to tell me my child is a punishment of my actions while they are a gift
Who are you to point a finger at me?
Do you not know that 3 point right back at you
Who are you to lay your hands on me
Using the power of your might to confine me
Leave all the scars on my skin that you want
Here I will even turn the other cheek
I will give you the bats to even break my bones
But you will not leave a single mark on my heart
Who are you to judge others and condemn them
Because his with him and shes with her
And he used to be her and she used to be him
Or she likes him and her and he likes her and him
And they are happy as is?
Who are you to spew poison from your mouth
Twist and turn words into venom
Sadness
Envy
Greed
Loathing
Contempt
Vengeance
All the decrepit things encompassed into one
Controlling you like a blind fool
Project them towards me
Cast them from yourself and throw them at me all you want
It will not bring me down
For I can sit here and speak these words
Blocking your negative aura
Feeling no hate or sadness
Not even anger
But rather I feel sorrow
You are alone
So I walk away with a throbbing heart in my chest
With head held up high
So next time before you speak your words
Flex your might
When you set out to hurt and destroy
When you want to feel superior by bringing those around you down
Look into the mirror and ask this
Who are you?
She
She is special and unique
She is intelligent and slick
She is the kind that is rare
Not the type that blossoms anywhere
Like the only flower
That still stands after a forest fire
Magnificent with a radiating power
She is all you'll think of every minute of the hour
Gazing into her eyes will capture you more than a meteor shower
She would never hurt you in the fear of seeing your eyes wet
With a style and finesse that could make any guy sweat
Her lips look as if they are burning red hot
One kiss could make your blood stop
A love as such should be a crime
I pray she'll always be mine
Till the end of the hands of time
Jah Bless
She is intelligent and slick
She is the kind that is rare
Not the type that blossoms anywhere
Like the only flower
That still stands after a forest fire
Magnificent with a radiating power
She is all you'll think of every minute of the hour
Gazing into her eyes will capture you more than a meteor shower
She would never hurt you in the fear of seeing your eyes wet
With a style and finesse that could make any guy sweat
Her lips look as if they are burning red hot
One kiss could make your blood stop
A love as such should be a crime
I pray she'll always be mine
Till the end of the hands of time
Jah Bless
What is to dream if your with me? (Written by Lolande Lema)
What is to dream if you are with me?
Turning my darkness into light
As we share a pillow at night
Knowing that truly
We are free as spiritual melodies
Honestly its not about him
You
Her or me
As we sail on sunrising oceans
And float on sunsetting clouds
Laying beneath the moonlight
Smelling the essence of emotions
I praise the way you erase my stress
When its a mess you smile and I feel I am blessed
You are a bend less motion
A potion
My endless hour
My power
My red light to mark my caution
The rare scent of a million flowers
My jewel
My hightest peak as I dream of success
My downfall
My all
And thats why it hurts in my chest
Turning my darkness into light
As we share a pillow at night
Knowing that truly
We are free as spiritual melodies
Honestly its not about him
You
Her or me
As we sail on sunrising oceans
And float on sunsetting clouds
Laying beneath the moonlight
Smelling the essence of emotions
I praise the way you erase my stress
When its a mess you smile and I feel I am blessed
You are a bend less motion
A potion
My endless hour
My power
My red light to mark my caution
The rare scent of a million flowers
My jewel
My hightest peak as I dream of success
My downfall
My all
And thats why it hurts in my chest
Tuesday 1 May 2012
Thought I should mention
Rummaging through my old things I ended up finding things Id written way back when.Most if not all have no titles.So Im going to literally title them NO TITLE.That will be my new writing series.My old works when I was still naivety and innocent
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