Her-Story

In honor of National Poetry Month I felt compelled to share some of my favorite poets with you, I decided to go the non traditional route as most are posting the classics. One of my favorite spoken word artists is Stacey Ann Chin. She’s hails from Jamaica and has a very unique voice and narrative. I…

Wounds of Sound

I used to be afraid, scared to death at the sound of their piercing wail, now, I sleep soundly to their seeking echoes I can not imagine my life without them. Sad that this is commonplace but at least here, I can see it, can see the corruption and it isn’t hidden under top secret…

Mirror

There are no houses where I live, well, there are but I can’t go in. There are trees I can’t touch, lawns I can’t tread on, and lives I can’t change. I watch as everything moves about me, I wait for the sound but its not there. There is a profound disturbing quality to this…

Doubt

I would cross oceans and climb mountains and harness the energies of worlds long gone for you, little girl love all grown up, completely understanding and still ever pure but we’re different people now, you want different things and still run away from our need of each other. I wonder how it would be if…

Transitional Thoughts

Death bring me back my god my faith Judge me bring to me heaven on my knees I believe

Beautiful Things

I’m thankful now for pain’s way of teaching me silent lessons out loud Grateful bows and understanding nods to those who’ve shared my ever growing doubts Grown up thoughts and life’s gentle touch has led me to see past the pain I’ve seen so many beautiful things I can forget with pleasure the horror of…

Words Unspoken. Spoken Word.

My words speak, not as loudly as my hands scream, when they are outstretched and waiting for an embrace, a place for my soul to be, to rest, to breathe. Come be with me. When my heart cries, the sounds are muffled and unending, hidden behind smiles and caring, who am I to ask for…

Letters to Love – What just happened?

We’ve been infatuated with each other forever, the hope of a sweet kiss and a gentle touch has stroked our egos and lit our fires for years, but where are we now? I shudder to think that our relationship could have gone so cold, no more talking, no more showing, no more hoping. Where did…

Love.Chronicled. Spoken Word

Get me where it hurts, rub it in, rub me down….put it in. Make sure I know you hate me, take back all the things you told me about…love and family. Break me, make me scream, make me want to change my life, make me regret the past, make me….make me you. Show me that…