poetic voices

2010-09-21T20:09:00.000-07:00

when i tell you she's a beast

i need you to fully comrepehend what i am telling you

aja monet , ladies and gents...

ajamonet.mvmnt.com | purchase "The Black Unicorn Sings"

2010-08-26T21:35:00.001-07:00

2010-08-14T14:02:00.001-07:00

Television is a drug. from Beth Fulton on Vimeo.

2010-08-14T13:53:00.000-07:00

Erykah's Attractive Mohawk

2010-08-10T08:45:00.000-07:00

My mother, some friends, and myself went to see Erykah Badu Friday August 6, 2010 at Friday's at Sunset, this was her very first time rocking the new mohawk. I recently saw blog sites updating about how her hair was crazy and a mess. You need to see it live and shut your mouth. It's hot, very attractive. Got mad love for Badu. Her performance was excellent. So many things wrong with the media for them to be fine with videos such as "The Whisper Song", "Ms. New Booty" and countless other things but bitch over "Window Seat". Furthermore, why try to fine Ms. Badu but permit BET Uncut and other things. The world is just.... not ready.

2010-08-04T12:43:00.000-07:00

2010-07-27T11:55:00.000-07:00

2010-07-18T11:58:00.001-07:00

2010-07-15T19:57:00.001-07:00

2010-06-28T18:17:00.000-07:00

2010-06-28T12:27:00.000-07:00

I was going to my 9-4 excuse of volunteering and heard this on the radio, it moved me. My mother has always been against Tupac, as she believes the stereotypes concerning him, but she liked this.

2010-06-24T18:26:00.001-07:00

"invisible things" by rob gibson

2010-06-23T14:25:00.001-07:00

i'm 20 years old
and i’ve never seen god
my whole life

they say
god is love
and i’m in love
with myself
i feel it inside
so i’m in god
and god is in me
and everything
that’s in me, is me
so god is me
and when i look
in the mirror
god is looking
back at me

i'm 20 years old
and i’ve seen god
my whole life

http://www.robartistic.blogspot.com

2010-06-23T14:17:00.001-07:00

Sunni Patterson . . . ASTRONOMICALLY GIFTED

2010-06-23T06:54:00.000-07:00

2010-06-22T08:58:00.000-07:00

the first time I saw this I was in awe. Shihan is a master of words, which is about four steps up from a "poet".

2010-06-21T19:41:00.000-07:00

2010-06-21T18:25:00.001-07:00

2010-06-20T18:26:00.000-07:00

2010-06-20T17:55:00.000-07:00

“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”

- Nelson Mandela

2010-06-19T18:20:00.000-07:00

Lauren Parker at the Juneteenth Apollo Celebration @ Henrico Theatre June 19, 2010
tied in first place with an amazing singer

2010-06-18T11:01:00.000-07:00

Diary from Sophia Leang on Vimeo.

Wale along with J. Cole might just save hip hop.

2010-06-17T18:00:00.000-07:00

2010-06-16T12:16:00.001-07:00

I love the way these videos were edited to capitalize their words and metaphors. Listen closely to what they're saying. It's powerful.

2010-06-14T14:00:00.000-07:00

KESED :)http://www.myspace.com/kesediam
"spitting lactose to the intolerant"

"The Mutual Heartache?" - Tupack Shakur

2010-06-13T15:58:00.000-07:00

"The Mutual Heartache?"

Introduced with innocence
who would have ever guessed
that u were the one I had
been so desperately searching 4
u talk as I do but yet u don't
understand when I mumble
u c as I do but your vision is
blurred by naivete
This is the barrier that separates us
I cannot cross yet
There is 2 much of me that
would frighten u so I live in
heartache because we cannot
fully explore this love and
what of your heartache
Does it feel as sharp as mine
No matter where I go or how long it takes

I will never recover from this mutual heartache

- Tupac Shakur, "The Rose That Grew From Concrete"

2010-06-13T15:45:00.000-07:00

I liked the way the photographer took these pictures.

Thomas Metcalf.

whosham.com

2010-06-12T07:54:00.000-07:00

Art by Hamilton Glass

"Creasy: The gunshot holds no fear, say it.
Pita: The gunshot holds no fear.
Creasy: You welcome the sound. In fact it's the sound that sets you free. You are a prisoner on this block until that sound sets you free."

"I Still Love H.E.R." by the Ish of HumUni

2010-06-12T06:51:00.000-07:00

Falling asleep to indie-folk melodies

I fantasize of living by the light-house

Where woman of my dreams watches me dodge the wind chills of foreign vibrations

To sail to her heart—all over again

I used to love her prior to breaking her heart

With beat breaks of overused samples

After being fed up, she sat me down one night and said:

“Make your own sounds

Be more original

Be fresher

Declare your own voice

Pilot this vessel baby

Leave be autopilots and auto-tunes

My true rhythms won’t mislead you”

She still can lyric me in pleasant lilac shades, just because she’s cool like that

Shorty still makes me think, she continues:

“Don’t be the chameleon lying on society’s log

Blending in so much you never allow love and freedom to see you

Don’t be a gecko sticking to surfaces of nonsense

Lizards lie

You are cub full of pride, the kind Disney couldn’t fathom

Because you followed the original rhythms

The ones that turned the world on its ear

And after thirty plus years of becoming the world’s culture

Executive vultures fxcking me and your favorites over

Babe, you still nod your head while your heartbeat syncs

Lemme ask you—do you still love me?”

Say no more babe, you know you have my heart forever

I just often miss the pages of your Essence

Because that’s when you’re issues were impactful as an asteroid of emotions

Missing the purest of you

Like how a lady who went natural subconsciously misses the salon

Sometimes…I still see the beauty in your third eye

Our hearts are getting heavier

Like usual, she caresses my ears more than my face

Because listening to her makes me smile anyway

The mood is calming as her introspective punch-lines

She speaks to my soul again:

“Baby, it scares me as to how you put me before God sometimes

After all I am his gift to you, don’t forget the truest originator

Even with that I indeed am number one in the oneness of you

All the verses in your veins

The snares and kicks in your arteries

The bass breathing through your heart murmur

I know you still feel it all, no matter how you switch on me sometimes

For grunge and ukulele strums and melodic hums of bizarre synths

I love how you’re a man of expanding

Besides you see all those elements in me

Just don’t forget the elementary of your permanent infatuation

Understand, no matter how many Award Tours you go on

The greatest thing that Glows in the Dark is the beat of your soul…”

We were the embryos of lively scat singing of jazz symphonies

Big band, enjoying the om bap, swinging with her for as long as I can

Bebop till we die, replace the B’s with H’s for her heavenly humanity

That’s why I stopped calling her a bxtch

Because she’s always been there for me since the year of ‘92

When I found H.E.R. with a heart of gold—that turned platinum

Her soul black and pure, oil-filled, rich she isn’t, but wealthy with spirit

And I’m glad she’s mine, brown sugar, going natural growing fro on me, I love it all

Fresh to life she is, the world’s greatest natural resource

Hip hop till we die, I still see beautiful verses in her third eye

I—love H.E.R. still…

And ya don’t stop

And we won’t stop…

2010-06-12T06:41:00.000-07:00

Without a doubt two of the most influential female artists, poets, and icons of my generation.

Music needs Lauryn back and Badu is only beginning to "evolve".

Top 5 Songs [Lauryn Hill; Random Order]

1. Lost Ones

2. Gotta Find Peace of Mind

3. Nothing Even Matters

4. Turn Your Lights Down Low (although its not her song)

5. Doo Wop (That Thing)

Top 5 Songs [Erykah Badu; Random Order]

1. On & On

2. Out My Mind, Just In Time

3. 20 Feet Tall

4. Annie Don't Wear No Panties

5. Vibrate On

the heart of a man

2010-06-12T06:37:00.000-07:00

Art by Rob Gibson

www.robartistic.blogspot.com

2010-06-12T06:33:00.001-07:00

2010-06-12T06:32:00.000-07:00

2010-06-11T20:34:00.001-07:00

2010-06-11T20:30:00.000-07:00

Poetic Voices

Coming to Hermitage High School 2010-2011

Mission Statement: "We found power in our words, that is where we thrive. We seek to inspire through syllables tracing our past and outlining our future. Microphones amplify us. We are poets."