I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
"THIS IS MY LETTER TO THE WORLD" BY EMILY DICKINSON
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,--
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
Today is my birthday! Yes it’s all about me and no one else. On this very day I was born and ready for the world. As I came out kicking and screaming I was cold and didn’t know where I was. Finally mom held me and hugged me and told me she loved me. Yes how sweet it is, because today is my birthday.
As I grow into my self I see new things I like and things that I don’t like. I try to rationalize why it’s this way. I touch, wonder, touch and wonder some more and think what is going on. Why do things feel and seem a certain way. Wow, is this how my birthday is suppose to be?
I’m held often and put down often as if I’m a bad habit. I am going through the motions with my emotions as each birthday comes along. My vision and taste for things are growing and I am ready for the next step. At times I don’t understand, but then it becomes clear to me, that I am a real person with real feelings who really exist. My time has been amazing since I came here kicking and screaming. My birthday’s are yummy all the time and I love it! Wow I never knew having a birthday could be this great.
Thinking of how time passes and how my birthday comes around each and every year is phenomenal. I feel stronger and more amazing as I grow and understand my real purpose. Time has a way of telling me who I am, when I need to change, and who my real friends are. It’s a special intuitive feeling that my birthday gives me as I am completing my circle of life. Often I think about what I’m going to do for my next birthday. Something special comes to mind because that day was designed for me. I reminisce often to be sure that I am who I am. As I grow I complete another chapter in my life and understand that past birthdays were preparing me for the next.
My time captured here has been amazing, delicious, spectacular and mind blowing! Taking the great experiences coupled with the good and add the bad; it has been fabulous. As I look on and breathe and think from the core of my soul to the thin skin on my body I understand that my birthday has taught me that life is unique to me. My challenge to make it to my next birthday is me. Thinking about my next birthday brings me that special feeling and from that, I know what I have to do. So yes I am fabulous, great, and a gift to the world because; today is my birthday! Yes it’s all about me and no one else. On this very day I was born and ready for the world.
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A biography of President Barack Obama is coming this spring from New Yorker editor and Pulitzer Prize-winning author David Remnick.
Publisher Alfred A. Knopf says "The Bridge: The Life and Rise of Barack Obama" will be released April 6. Knopf says Remnick conducted "hundreds of on-the-record interviews" for the book, including of Obama himself, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright and former radical Bill Ayers.
"The Bridge" also will include some of Obama's private correspondence and letters by his mother, Shirley Ann Dunham.
The book will be published by Knopf which is an imprint of Random House Inc.
Join us as we welcome author Dilsa Saunders Baily to chat it up about her book "Dreams Thrown Away." As we dive into this interesting book we will also get to know Dilsa and what compelled her to create such an interesting story. Tune in live as we chat with author Dilsa Saunders Baily. Stay tuned and keep it locked.
Join us as we continue our literary journey with author, poet and journalist Myrtle Reed. A talented woman who would infuse humor in her writing as well bring advice to her female readers. Reed had a knack for infecting her readers with her philosophy and true intent of loving life. She had many published literary works and with that her career in literature was set. Her literary works "Lavender and old lace" put her on the map in the world of literature. After that she published numerous cookbooks and other works. A spectacular literary career that has inspired stage plays and more. Tune in as we journey with author Myrtle Reed. Stay tuned and keep locked.
Join us as welcome back authors Tzynya Pinchback and R. Andrew Reeves to discuss their new poetry chap book "Space For Fragile Things." They will be debuting their new book as well chatting it up on what they have both been up to since the last time we chatted with them. Tune in live as we chat with auhors Tzynya and Andrew about their new book. Stay tuned and keep it locked.
As I walk on the beach I feel the wind run through my hair and skip swiftly across every inch of my body. Many things run through my mind as if I am running at the speed of light. The energy of the moon gives me strength that makes me feel super human. Gentle breezes fill my life like a massive snow storm that hits the ground.
I am looking at the wind as I put one foot in front of the other and take steps that I feel are propelling me to move ahead. It’s magic as I see through the wind and take life’s moments like a cool breeze on a nice feel good spring day. Amazing, delicious, and awesome is what I feel when I am walking through the gentle breezes as I take it in, and soak it up like the sun soaks up water.
Organic in nature, gentle breezes are motivating and down right unstoppable as I walk and sway like child’s play. Pushing me and pulling me, it surrounds me like a strong wind that swallows a whole city after a storm. Gentle as it is but strong in nature it’s the calling of the wild and I am in it as it takes me and hold me like nothing else.
My excitement is growing just like that climax feeling you get as you come to the end of organic love making. Feeling my way through the love and as soft gentle breezes blow on my face; it's beautiful as I skip to my own beat.
Loving gentle breezes reminds me of how nature grows and gives us good vibrations that take us to a whole another level. The smells, the thrills and the little innuendos that it gives off makes life worth living one more day. As I do my dance and soak up the gentle touches I feel propelled to take chances and live in harmony with gentle breezes.
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GET YOUR READ ON AND ENJOY A NICE SHORT TITLED "LOVE." ENJOY!
The beast of reality is this thing we call love. We feel it from the time we are in our mother’s womb. It tickles us while our mother feeds us and rubs her belly. We feel it as we are born and held by our mother for the first time. It feels good and warm and we know we are loved.
As we grow and live our lives we feel love in the rough until we can master what it means to love ourselves and others. Realizing what this beautiful feeling can bring for so many of us, is like being smacked in the face a hundred times. Mastering this feeling isn’t easy. For so many of us we get caught up and twisted with what we think it means.
As we feel for something that can take us to that euphoric and beautiful feeling we get lost along way and sometimes stay lost until we breakdown and lay down. The truth of love is what we feel within ourselves and how we communicate that part to feel when we are trying to love others. It’s an understanding that can’t be mastered in a day but can be mastered with the right person.
Knowing is knowing but mastering is a true understanding of artistry that will take a life time to understand what this wonderful feeling truly is. As we prepare ourselves to fall in love we fall into a trap that we just can’t seem to climb our way out of. We live lies, turmoil and agony until it’s too late and we just can’t bare it anymore. Often times we are disturbed and embattled and it takes who we are to whole new level. Many can’t seem to wrap their mind around what love truly is so it becomes smoke and mirrors. Mirrors that are often put in front of us but we just don’t seem to get it. Breaking down the philosophy of love is a test we each have to take within ourselves. It’s what we have to do in order to understand how to love others and love ourselves.
Loving who we are can be a beauty like no other. Life brings us that in more ways than we care to give credit. As we grow and look at ourselves we begin to see who we are in those mirrors without the smoke. Time gives us opportunity to get it right; and when we do, we feel the fullness of the goo-goo gaga's that it’s like fire works on the fourth of July.
The truth of love is, what we feel within ourselves and how we communicate that part to feel when we are trying to love others. It’s an understanding that can’t be mastered in a day but can be mastered with the right person.
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GET YOUR READ ON WITH AN EXCERPT FROM AUTHOR DERRICK "D.D." TURNER'S NEW BOOK "CHRONICLES OF A HIP HOP LEGEND."
“Cold Cold Crush! Cold Cold Crush!” The in-sync recitation of the legendary hip-hop crew’s name, along with the stomach-pinching depth of the accompanying drum patterns, appeared as though they had sparked a sense of fear in all inanimate objects in the cobweb ridden walkway. “Cold Cold Crush! Cold Cold Crush!” The nail hole-riddled doorframes and paint-flaking walls bounced. Cipher had never heard TR808 drum kicks reach such peaks. His progression down the mildewed corridor brought him closer to a wretched mildew stench and a progressively increasing decibel. With the planting of his next step, the corner sprung forth with life and bellowed a cringing hiss. Cipher’s attention quickly focused on the corner, and with his eyes, he made out the faint distinction of a strayed black cat. The dark-hued coat of the feline subtly leapt from the darkened corner as it scurried past Cipher’s white-on-white Air Force 1 sneakers. “Stupid cat,” he remarked under his breath while regaining the little composure that remained. With each step toward the aged door that hid the focus of his attention, the splintered floorboards buckled and released a characteristic cracking noise. “A yo, Cipher, releasing a knowledge orb will reveal the secrets of the hidden,” a voice spoke from the general area of his left wrist. Cipher deciphered the telling statement that bounced from the odd-shaped mechanism that wrapped his wrist and immediately reached for the gold relic that hung around his neck. The relic was dreadfully scary to anyone who saw it for the first time, but this would eventually be superseded by the intuitive understanding that it represented something big and quite possibly masked something magical. The two awkward faces represented on the relic differed in their expressions, but found a sense of mutuality in a shared crown and rod. The moveable on/off switch on the rod confirmed without question that it was in fact an MC’s microphone. Perched upon a solid gold sphere, it was high profiled as it adorned patterns of clustering black, red, and traditional-colored diamonds. Cipher grabbed hold of the draped relic and maneuvered it in a counterclockwise manner, causing it to release a greenish orb that hovered and morphed into several visual panels, all depicting what appeared to be a cache of obscured instructions. The drag-and-drop interaction between young Cipher’s hands and the panels broke the principles of secrecy when a couple of seconds of image shuffling brought forth a sense of clarity and direction. “I’ve got it! The door . . . Son is telling me to check behind the door!” young Cipher concluded. The recent transaction of images revealed that something big was happening behind the door, and his inquiry into such matters was required. As he stepped into position and grabbed hold of the doorknob, the blaring Cold Crush chant quickly evolved into a high-pitch screeching noise that was accompanied by a devilish cackle. “Die, you B-boy suckas! Die!” An angry voice seeped from behind the confines of the door by way of the one-fourth inch of space between the splintered floorboards and door’s bottom. Cipher remained steadfast and rotated the doorknob and pushed slightly, causing the rusted, friction-ridden door hinges to produce an additional caterwauling noise—this suggested that the door hadn’t been opened in quite some time. With an aggressive shoulder, he forcefully charged into the door to find an empty room. In the center of the room rested a graffiti-ridden wooden chair that held a five-speaker, dual deck, traditional B-boy’s boom box radio. “A radio?” Cipher asked oddly over the maximum-leveled radio while lowering its volume and equalizer levels. “Somebody is buggin’ out,” he remarked unto himself as he continued to examine the awkward emptiness of the room. His attention eventually found its way back to the chair where he examined the skillful graffiti writing on its seat and back support. On the seat portion of the chair under the radio, he took special notice to the written statement Hip-Hop You Don’t Stop. For Cipher, the concerning part of the discovery wasn’t the reference of the statement but the banning symbol that placed some sort of inhibition over its clear and symbolic expression. Blam! The door violently slammed shut. “Who’s that?!” Cipher vigilantly inquired. The closing of the door revealed a covered pile that was placed in the recesses of a dim corner. He carefully made his way over to the corner and judged the covered pile’s contents by giving it several slight taps with his foot. The produced noise suggested that it was nothing more than a couple of metal objects. Cipher took a single knee and pulled back the mildewed black canvas cover to reveal a corded microphone and several other discarded items. On its side, the microphone brandished the very same statement that was represented on the old chair, Hip-Hop You Don’t Stop, as well as a miniature noose that found itself attached to the apparatus just below its crown. “Someone must really hate microphones or hip-hop,” he plainly stated while attempting to make sense of the awkwardness granted by the situation. Suddenly, the sound of buckling wood overtook the eerie sanctity of the room. “Not again,” he remarked dryly as if the presentation of obstacles was all too familiar. He looked at the most distant corner of the room and witnessed the very floor in which he stood upon progressively becoming nonexistent as it rapidly approached his position. Aware that he needed to think quickly to escape the full encompassing clutch of the bottomless abyss which lay underneath the depleting floorboards, he spoke into the mechanism that wrapped his wrist, “A yo, fam . . . I could use a little bit of help on this end!” “The window on the other side of the room! Just jump for the ledge! The window locks can be released. That’s your exit! Hurry!” the voice franticly answered. “Jump?! Like it’s that simple! Dog, you’re bugging! It’s like the distance from the top of the key to the basket!” Cipher angrily reasoned while confirming the length of the proposed leap to safety. “Listen, anything is better than you just chillin’ in the confines of this dismal corner! You better stop playing and get to know that ledge!” the voice responded seriously. “And it looks like you have exactly seven seconds,” the voice continued as its humanlike hologram apparition escaped from the confines of the mechanism’s screen to gauge the amount of time remaining before a state of nothingness existed under the white soles of Cipher’s sneakers. “Six, five, four!” the voice counted down as the erasing floor closed in on the position of Cipher. “Three, two, one . . . ahhhhhhhh!” Cipher finished counting down as he scurried across what was left of the aged wooden floor and jumped. With arms stretched forward, desperation caused him to create a swimlike motion as if midair offered a level of density. With the gap between his body and the window ledge closing, his fingertips were stretched to their physical limits. Very close to grabbing the window’s ledge. He’s got it, he’s got it, he’s . . .
For more info on author D.D. Turner's new book "The Chronicles Of A Hip Hop Legend" visit: www.chroniclesofahiphoplegend.net also to contact him do so at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Join us for a spectacular book-chat with author Derrick (D.D.) Turner. We will be chatting about his interesting book "The Chronincles Of A Hip Hop Legend." As we dive into his book that is a hip hop tale with action and magic as the backdrop, we will talk about is career in the world literature and what's next for this b-boy turned author. Tune in live as we take hip hop to the next level. Stay tuned and keep it locked.
Join us as we welcome author Brian Kannard to the show. We will be chatting it up with him about his interesting book "Skullduggery-45 tales of disturbing the dead." As we get into this facinating book we will also talk about what compelled him to write on such a topic and also get to who author Brian Kannard is. Tune in live as we chat it up with author Brian Kannard. Stay tuned and keep it locked.
Life imitates life over and over again. At any moment it’s a sea of collaboration of thoughts, choices and mistakes that we create for ourselves at any given time. The mere uprising to keep it moving is a struggle that many tend not to want. The absolute daily grind is what keeps us in tune but in isolation.
Time goes by in a gentle way but cuts us at the most pivotal points in our lives. We see life as a boat floating in the middle of a storm with the opportunity to get rescued and a chance to start over. Our minds are full of psychological warfare, growing emotions and hopes and dreams that we just can’t seem to put in order. As we dive into life with enthusiasm and great ability we hit a brick wall of problems, malfunctions, and self isolation. As much as we wish to design we don’t for fear of someone or something calling us out.
Growing up with our minds on tap and focused for what could be leads us to veer off into our hell of a black hole that computes like a cave man trying to make a call. In time we see our futures passing before our eyes while we stay locked in a room full of closed in walls and silence. Beckoning for a call of help is what many do but in such ways as silence. The black hole of sinking possibilities and unaware thoughts has us tangled in a web of time but only we don’t move we isolate.
As we move into something greater than ourselves we are just moving; little particles that float with no real substance to keep us on solid ground. Gearing up for the big bang will take immense drive and determination on many.
Isolation dominates like celebrity. Saving ourselves from it will take busting down those walls of silence, pulling out of the black hole of hell and opening up our mouth to want something. As we peak and hold on for dear life we have to remind ourselves that we are who we put in the work to be. Being is solely a choice and doing is what propels you to evolve.
Again…Life imitates life over and over again. At any moment it’s a sea of collaboration of thoughts, choices and mistakes that we create for ourselves at any given time. The mere uprising to keep it moving is a struggle that many tend not to want. The absolute daily grind is what keeps us in tune but in isolation.
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Join us as continue our "literary journey" with author and fellow blogtalk radio host John R Williams. We will discuss his current literary works as well as his journey from start to finish regarding his literary career. As we take the literary journey with him we will dive into his life and what brought him to say "I want to be a writer." Tune in live as we take a literary journey with author John R Williams. Stay tuned and keep it locked.
DIVA'S NATION: THE YEAR OF SOUND, MIND AND BODY! COMING SOON!
Join us for our new series "Diva's Nation." This exciting new series will cover all aspects of life, food, how-to's, relations-relationships, fashion, news and more. Everything at your fingertips will be here on "Diva Nation." So get ready for a fun new series starting Wed Jan 5 at 12pm est. Remember it's going to be a new year so why not start the year off with us for our weekly "Diva's Nation" experience. Stay tuned and keep it locked.
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