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S K Y D I V I N G: 2008-05-04
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2008 AZ. Black Film Festival. The Auteur and his friends. Poetry Slam Happening Tonight. Mesa. Poetry In The Round. May 8, 2008 10:39 AM. ATTN: Phoenix Area Folks, Poetry Event Tonight! I believe Jonathan (host of Poetry In The Round) is planning on slamming tonight.it's been a while. Come out and support! Some high school kids from Prescott are making the journey out tonight, so come show them what poetry means to the valley! Thanks, Klute, for providing the info for me to steal:. Why: Slam, poetry.
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S K Y D I V I N G: 2008-04-27
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2008 AZ. Black Film Festival. The Auteur and his friends. RICH *Keeping It Alive*. I've got to keep this one going. I met Richie two years ago here in Phoenix. He was doing a concert for the valley youth at our church downtown. He has a powerful message that is Christ bound and cross pollinates the energy of R&B with Rap. His music is WORD. A celebration for his album Release of PEOPLEZ CHOICE. is happening tonight in New York. Location. 139-35 88th ave Jamaica NY 11435. Poem #20. NaPoWriMo. Grew your he...
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S K Y D I V I N G: 2008-03-02
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2008 AZ. Black Film Festival. The Auteur and his friends. Meeting you is like coming home. After a prolonged trip away. In between our in between lives. We've closed a thousand doors. Blinked away a million thoughts. Said a hundred prayers. About the maze of sanctum sanctorum's hell. And the storm brewing in the skies. The rain falling outside. Your balcony doors and into the years. Where we watch the storms hover. To cover our island skies. Is like coming home. Still I am foreign once again. Not an easy...
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S K Y D I V I N G: 2008-03-23
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2008 AZ. Black Film Festival. The Auteur and his friends. World Wide Climate Implications. In the news this week, the Arctic ice continues to melt. What does this mean for us? My heart is broken. Log in to this site and check out this powerful video. And for comic relief. What's Up This Weekend? If you enjoy hanging out with creative minds and goal getters, you may want to head to the Arizona Center in downtown Phoenix to support the Arizona Black Film Festival. At the AMC Theatre. The poem is called.
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S K Y D I V I N G: 2008-05-11
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2008 AZ. Black Film Festival. The Auteur and his friends. A Poem for my Cousins. Another casket tolls a parting for the day. Flowered bouquets for color. A lovely vase made for a mother. Her casket tolls the swell of parting away. They wait their dusty turn in solemn winds that blow. Among the scriptures read. Through memory's mental pictures that fled. A hidden beauty, a beauty on the go. They wait, those flowers hear the love you gave. Longing for you, longing as they yearn. And soul of a mother. Subsc...
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S K Y D I V I N G: 2008-07-13
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2008 AZ. Black Film Festival. The Auteur and his friends. Looking back. just a little. This week had me feeling nostalgiac. Maybe it has to do with my estranged Mom's birthday or the fact that I will be saying good-bye to Arizona sometime real soon. I imagined the morning sun still rising and resting over the same roofs, the same trees, the same cracked sidewalks of the old neighborhood. Since I was a kid, July always seemed to be the fun part of summer. May was a 'winding into' summer, June was 'fee...
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The Shores of My Dreams
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Wednesday, April 23, 2008. My heart knows a mystery old as life:. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I know this much, my place. A life where hope outshines fears. A life where hope outshines fears. A life where hope outshines fears. I tiptoe out of the room. As if you were looking at me-. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I leave you, my muse. I tore my own soul-. April 23, 2008.
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The Shores of My Dreams: Hollywoodland Hunger
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Wednesday, June 04, 2008. Is a fickle food. Men eat of it and die.". Always the camera is angled so we look up. And nothing will come of our lovelock. Men eat of it and die.". That lady with her garments on. Is Life but is she Art? Fame is a fickle. Men eat of it and die.". Nothing but air, thin air. This," says the voice, "can be laid to the natural greed.". Fame is a fickle food. Eat of it and die.". Of it and die. Just any old kind of food!
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The Shores of My Dreams
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Saturday, June 14, 2008. I am lonely, lonely. I am lonely, lonely. I am lonely, lonely.". I was born to be lonely. I'd wake and hear the cold- splintering, breaking-. And slowly I would rise and dress. I was born to be lonely. A child's blood so red,. Fear the chronic anger of this house. I was born to be lonely,. And watch light slowly close. Against the yellow drawn shades. I was born to be lonely,. Dance naked grotesquely,. What did I know?
