Poetic Memorandum
Witness history in the making
Pictures painted for future visuals are created
Crafted by minds determined to let golden silence shine.
Through the darkness enters a lights
Dim, but the further in, inner strength shines bright.
The release of emotion
through words in motion
True thoughts coasting.
Filled pages
Self-made phrases
Philosophical elements are evident through the pages.
Times are changing, but how can we change?
If we lack a knowledge of self
we can’t help but be blamed
in the long run.
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IN APPRECIATION OF THE VARIOUS CONTRIBUTORS AND SUPPORTERS OF THE WACS ENDEAVOR, IT IS IN THE NAME OF COMMON PURPOSE AND RECIPROCITY THAT WE CONTINUE TO PROMOTE INSPIRATION, AWARENESS, AND GROWTH. I AM FAR FROM ALONE IN MY VISION, FOR THAT IS MY INSPIRATION. WE BRING YOU THIS COLLECTION AS PROOF THAT THE COMPILATION OF THOUGHT IS THE PATH TO THE FUTURE.
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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.
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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?
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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.