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Original Work by Justice Chikandamina
WHY I CAME
I came not to serve
Or to be a slave
But to be a master
I came not be ruled
Or to be governed
But to be a conqueror
I came not to surrender
Or to submit
But to be a mighty warrior
I came not to give away
Or to sacrifice and offer what is mine
But to claim back what is mine.
Copyright ©2010 Justice
I came not to serve
Or to be a slave
But to be a master
I came not be ruled
Or to be governed
But to be a conqueror
I came not to surrender
Or to submit
But to be a mighty warrior
I came not to give away
Or to sacrifice and offer what is mine
But to claim back what is mine.
Copyright ©2010 Justice
Original Work by Andre Alexis
Like the wind your elegance holds no form, yet your beauty channels the winds energy as does that desolate windmill on a baron hillside.
One might say your energy can't be contained, that your aura is untamed like a fire moving at a ravenous pace.
I want to be consumed by the fire which is you, let the flicker of your flames cast enough lite to guide me to your souls genesis.
It's been said that for life to flourish water must be available in abundance;for she is the water well who has given birth to all that is life.
Through alchemy I will try and duplicate the beauty and power that is ideally you. So much is still a mystery, with time on my side I hope to explore all of your bodies terrain before your erased and your remains can't be traced.
ORIGINAL WORK BY JOE LUIS SANTIAGO
Respect Me
Respect me because I am a person just as you are, because in order to receive it, you must give it, because I work hard and I am loyal, because of I've proven my worth, because I do all you ask, because I back-up my words with my actions, because I deserved to be as do you, because all the things I do, because we are equals, because I give it back, because who I am is true, because no matter the odds, I always overcome, for who I am, and not for who I'll be, Respect me because I can and will achieve.
Respect me because I am a person just as you are, because in order to receive it, you must give it, because I work hard and I am loyal, because of I've proven my worth, because I do all you ask, because I back-up my words with my actions, because I deserved to be as do you, because all the things I do, because we are equals, because I give it back, because who I am is true, because no matter the odds, I always overcome, for who I am, and not for who I'll be, Respect me because I can and will achieve.
Original Work By Shantria Anderson-Artist Lounge South
STANDING DEAD
Here stands the remains of a young lady
Who poured her all. The kind fact is no maybe.
See, she put her heart and soul into everything
Only to get it smacked down... drowned out of Earth's ears as her sorrow sings.
Cause of death? None other than love.
Love for art. Praying for your strength to the Lord above.
For her, it was about more than what you may think.
Never about her. Carrying on your burdens, she began to sink...
Into the sea of despair.
Seeing what had become of her love broke her... Shattered her beyond repair.
Clues were provided. The truth was never hidden.
Don't look shocked, for she sees the payback you have give.
Silent tears held back. She tried to keep strong,
But Forever wouldn't hold on. His grip wasn't that long.
What's the moral? You still haven't gotten it through your head?
Here is a poet... and artist... who gave her all. Now standing before you...
Dead.
Copyright ©2010 Shantria Anderson
Here stands the remains of a young lady
Who poured her all. The kind fact is no maybe.
See, she put her heart and soul into everything
Only to get it smacked down... drowned out of Earth's ears as her sorrow sings.
Cause of death? None other than love.
Love for art. Praying for your strength to the Lord above.
For her, it was about more than what you may think.
Never about her. Carrying on your burdens, she began to sink...
Into the sea of despair.
Seeing what had become of her love broke her... Shattered her beyond repair.
Clues were provided. The truth was never hidden.
Don't look shocked, for she sees the payback you have give.
Silent tears held back. She tried to keep strong,
But Forever wouldn't hold on. His grip wasn't that long.
What's the moral? You still haven't gotten it through your head?
Here is a poet... and artist... who gave her all. Now standing before you...
Dead.
The Artist Lounge Hosted by: Jill Delbridge
ORIGINAL WORK BY LUKATA YOUNG
Did u deny me?
They say that curses and passed down through generations
so I ask are, you the cause of my frustrations?
Did you say I am not your son?
even when momma said you were the only one?
What made you pick up and run?
Some say it was drugs, but what have I done?
Did u deny my face that's like yours?
Was it to frolic with whores?
Did I hurt your dreams?
If not, why is that what it seems?
Did u deny me?
For years I denied you.
Refused to be like you.
How can I understand u?
See, I denied the lies
now I reject your cries.
Feel the pain through my eyes
in the mirror I see you
and its me I start to despise...
Did u deny me?
They say that curses and passed down through generations
so I ask are, you the cause of my frustrations?
Did you say I am not your son?
even when momma said you were the only one?
What made you pick up and run?
Some say it was drugs, but what have I done?
Did u deny my face that's like yours?
Was it to frolic with whores?
Did I hurt your dreams?
If not, why is that what it seems?
Did u deny me?
For years I denied you.
Refused to be like you.
How can I understand u?
See, I denied the lies
now I reject your cries.
Feel the pain through my eyes
in the mirror I see you
and its me I start to despise...
Did u deny me?
Friday, October 2, 2009
Gained Materials and Lost Values
Gained Materials and Lost Values
We value cars more than sons
clothes more than daughters
We devalue morals
placing them in the category of the least important.
When they flash that screen everybody’s up close
Attention fully paid to the jaws of confusion
using us as the gas to fuel them
Those outlets pose more of a threat to us
than ever did music.
We value guns more than family
gold more than humanity
We devalue legacy, leaving behind red trails of sweat and tears in the community
Blasting through the waves is the perpetual motion of stereotypes
We promote competition but call it “beef”
We promote dysfunctional families but call it “drama”
We value fame over honor
ego over karma
vice over virtue
In the meantime time is not cooperating
We are stagnated
searching for the gas to fuel us
We’ve been siphoned out of even the fumes
that would lead us to the station of moral salvation
Instead we are driven by the few
to the situation room of nothing new
It ain’t no new thing
Black man shot down
50 bullets sound
and they blame 50 Cent for making the crime go round
It ain’t no new thing
Blame music for keeping the crime on the block
in Texas a cop got shot
they blamed Tupac
It ain’t no new thing
It’s just more of the same thing on different days
Indeed we must value sons more than cars and daughters more than clothes
Re-evaluate our morals, placing them in the category of most important
Value family more than guns and humanity more than gold
Re-evaluating our view on legacy and the greatness which we hold
Where we came from is certainly not where we are going
Times change and with time we adapt
but some things have to be maintained for us to last
That tradition of progressing through pain
That mission to raise these kids so they don’t breed the same
That perseverance through pressure
that tried to put us to shame
Rise as a flame
ignited by the passion for change
when we lose materials and values are gained.
We value cars more than sons
clothes more than daughters
We devalue morals
placing them in the category of the least important.
When they flash that screen everybody’s up close
Attention fully paid to the jaws of confusion
using us as the gas to fuel them
Those outlets pose more of a threat to us
than ever did music.
We value guns more than family
gold more than humanity
We devalue legacy, leaving behind red trails of sweat and tears in the community
Blasting through the waves is the perpetual motion of stereotypes
We promote competition but call it “beef”
We promote dysfunctional families but call it “drama”
We value fame over honor
ego over karma
vice over virtue
In the meantime time is not cooperating
We are stagnated
searching for the gas to fuel us
We’ve been siphoned out of even the fumes
that would lead us to the station of moral salvation
Instead we are driven by the few
to the situation room of nothing new
It ain’t no new thing
Black man shot down
50 bullets sound
and they blame 50 Cent for making the crime go round
It ain’t no new thing
Blame music for keeping the crime on the block
in Texas a cop got shot
they blamed Tupac
It ain’t no new thing
It’s just more of the same thing on different days
Indeed we must value sons more than cars and daughters more than clothes
Re-evaluate our morals, placing them in the category of most important
Value family more than guns and humanity more than gold
Re-evaluating our view on legacy and the greatness which we hold
Where we came from is certainly not where we are going
Times change and with time we adapt
but some things have to be maintained for us to last
That tradition of progressing through pain
That mission to raise these kids so they don’t breed the same
That perseverance through pressure
that tried to put us to shame
Rise as a flame
ignited by the passion for change
when we lose materials and values are gained.
Poetic Development of the Moment
Renowned Poetry Festival coming to Newark, NJ.
Newark will host largest poetry event in North America, the 2010 Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center, October 7-10. With an expectation of over 20,000 attendees, The Dodge Poetry Festival will add a new chapter to the rich cultural history of Newark and will continue to manifest Newark’s status as a world-class destination for entertainment and the arts. More info will be relayed in the near future.
Renowned Poetry Festival coming to Newark, NJ.
Newark will host largest poetry event in North America, the 2010 Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center, October 7-10. With an expectation of over 20,000 attendees, The Dodge Poetry Festival will add a new chapter to the rich cultural history of Newark and will continue to manifest Newark’s status as a world-class destination for entertainment and the arts. More info will be relayed in the near future.