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When We Arrived presents: On the Horizon by the poet, Ptah

On the horizon,
finding the anticipation of creation,
the dawning of rebirth,
essence of power a cradle of life.
No I’m no longer conjuring negativity
but vitality which causes my mind to become free,
opening the gates of heaven so blessings may flow unto me.
In a ship destined to heaven with the most high at its helm in a position of bent knees and palm to palm like an ancient hieroglyphic pointing to the lord of two realms.
Leaving the cycle of destruction entering as an apprentice but this is no Humane construction.

Building an edifice to heaven is not impossible just I’m submissive to the lords will,
thus I write until the purpose is fulfilled:
being truly spirit lead,
invokes hate jealousy and envy to those who are unworthy to taste the honey!
Hearing and doing,
reflecting only to align my spine with the divine .
No need to look back in time cause now is all we have.
Increase has come,
ordained now to shepherd the lost souls who don’t even realize there blind deaf and dumb.
Ask Nicodemus,
there is no purchase or set income,
which can pull u up from the fiery hellish slum .
A tum A tum, ancient ancestor, protect guide and help me be a vessel of light
so I may shine like the sun on the horizon.
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What Poetry can teach us about life?
Poetic expression grants a sense of acceptance and identity to bearing ones own soul, while also giving a therapeutic release.

What is one of your favorite local places to perform?
One of my favorite local poetry spots would be “Verbal Mayhem Poetry Collective”, on Rutgers Campus. As well as local open mic I started around 2009 entitled, “Expressions Of Self& Soul”, because there was no local venues to express yourself besides on campus.

BIO
Ptah is a 31 year old father to seven year Naomi which literally translates to, my delight. A native of Jersey City but adopted and reared by foster parents since nearly infancy, thus he was reared in Helmetta, New Jersey. Ptah is a singer, songwriter, poet, spoken word artist, actor, community organizer & activist. He started writing songs & poetry when he was 16 years old. Around this time, he also became the pioneer & innovator of the open mic scene of New Brunswick, New Jersey. Surfacing the underground by bringing together all genre of artistry such as spoken word, hip hop, folk, rock/indie, reggae, neo -soul, classical, comedy, etc. His vision as an artist is to create unity between Philadelphia, New York, New Jersey, while incorporating several not for profits aligned with helping at risk youth, re- entry for ex-felons & the prevention of homelessness.

You can find more on his work and activism Facebook as Ptah Ennead Aten.

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When We Arrived presents: Twist the Honey Jar by Brad Walrond

Great sex moves time out of place
Metronomes shift into fibrillate
Hell No! I am not breathing
right now!
Focused: if only I could unravel
the stardust and rainbow rolled-up
in the back of my head

eye lash @ any living thing on its way back out
Can you see this shit?
Ran into a flock of bees up in there
falling in to stars in search of your pollen
STAY! RIGHT! THERE!
I’m on my way back back to the honey jar
twist. See? We stickin’ to it—stickin’ through it
Like we got wings strapped ‘round our waist—
hover in to each other until we find
the guts to breathe again—
the balls to open our eyes again and
make believe…

Make believe!
the dark nest we just loved our way through
wasn’t the Got damn light of the world!
Make pretend that tunnel was not our vision and
that friction! did not make our earths quake
into a trillion spasms of too little time
Ticked off at how easily we lost track
On our way back home passing through middle earth
We stuck to our own rhythms all the way there
until we shook
the hand of G_d and
She He Whomeover
made us believe
in a heaven carved of
sheets and sweat and wet and perfect perfect peace!

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BIO

Poet, writer, performer and activist Brad Walrond was born in Brooklyn New York to first generation Caribbean parents from Barbados. Brad began writing and performing at the age of 24 when he was asked to participate in a theatrical production curated by the legendary entertainer and activist Harry Belafonte.

Shortly thereafter Brad discovered a thriving community of artists, writers and performers at the Sunday Tea Party at Frank’s Lounge in Brooklyn. The Tea Party was an instrumental incubator as Brad honed his craft soon becoming one of the foremost writers and performers of the Black Arts Movement of ‘90s. It was at the Tea Party and other venues like the Brooklyn Moon Café, the Nuyorican Poets Café and numerous venues in and around NYC that Brad had the pleasure of sharing the stage with renowned writers, poets and artists including Abiodun Oyewole of the Last Poets, legendary actress/writer Ruby Dee, Erykah Badu, Saul Williams, Jessica Care Moore, Mos Def, Liza Jesse Peterson, Universes (Then: Mildred Ruiz, Stephen Sapp, Flaco Navaja and Lemon Anderson) and Craig “muMs” Grant.

Brad received his BA at the City College of New York and received a full scholarship to pursue is doctoral studies in the Department of Political Science at Columbia University. He is more than just a poet or a speaker of words; he is a weaver of spells and bringer of passion and light.

http://www.bradwalrond.com

When We Arrived Presents: man banter a poem by Brad Walrond

i’ve grown weary! of the primate banter
i will not! let every anxious moment off-script
fill up with that obstreperous man-chat chat clang
an impervious silence carved out of left over testosterone
chock full of sports nuts girls and cars and ass

reflex is devoid of reflection high on habit

i need to hear you finally unzip—
drop that brief Boxer façade.
chances are you are not a pugilist

in your real life.

you have the kidnapped print of weeks if not years
of anguish and uncertainty folded into your brow
your ego choked soul will not be convinced
of the love your wife has so long professed
behind your hyphenated name

there is misery and insecurity and
a terror long and standing
that you! yes even? you!
have made all the wrong decisions
in your man made breast
you! long for touch and tender—
a whole replacement for that unuttered heaviness.

tell! me! all your god damned secrets please!
shit! i will tell you mine first
lest we wallow incarcerated forever
in that gender isolated prison
with racy calendars on all our walls
and no release date in sight
for the men we wish we had become

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BIO

Poet, writer, performer and activist Brad Walrond was born in Brooklyn New York to first generation Caribbean parents from Barbados. Brad began writing and performing at the age of 24 when he was asked to participate in a theatrical production curated by the legendary entertainer and activist Harry Belafonte.

Shortly thereafter Brad discovered a thriving community of artists, writers and performers at the Sunday Tea Party at Frank’s Lounge in Brooklyn. The Tea Party was an instrumental incubator as Brad honed his craft soon becoming one of the foremost writers and performers of the Black Arts Movement of ‘90s. It was at the Tea Party and other venues like the Brooklyn Moon Café, the Nuyorican Poets Café and numerous venues in and around NYC that Brad had the pleasure of sharing the stage with renowned writers, poets and artists including Abiodun Oyewole of the Last Poets, legendary actress/writer Ruby Dee, Erykah Badu, Saul Williams, Jessica Care Moore, Mos Def, Liza Jesse Peterson, Universes (Then: Mildred Ruiz, Stephen Sapp, Flaco Navaja and Lemon Anderson) and Craig “muMs” Grant.

Brad received his BA at the City College of New York and received a full scholarship to pursue is doctoral studies in the Department of Political Science at Columbia University. He is more than just a poet or a speaker of words; he is a weaver of spells and bringer of passion and light.

http://www.bradwalrond.com

When We Arrived asks, “What can poetry teach us about life?” with Brad Walrond

Who inspires you to be a better poet?

The most venerable and dearly missed Amiri Baraka inspires me every day to become a better poet. Two words come to mind when I think of Amiri: Craft and Courage. He was a relentless and prolific craftsmen. We as Black contemporary poets owe him a portion of every word we will ever speak write record or publish. As a poet once you have surrendered your words to your craft and its urgent and unending demand for excellence and refinement you are well on your way. But still there are many excellent poets who in ways large and small have not had the courage to follow their conviction into the costly controversial arenas their words wished to have taken them.

Amiri wrote fearlessly. He told it like it is at great risk to himself and others. We are all the better for his sacrifice. I pray everyday I will be as brave.

What can poetry teach us about life?

Poetry teaches me to practice my purpose every single day. God has asked of each and every one of us to make the most out of what little we have.

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BIO

Poet, writer, performer and activist Brad Walrond was born in Brooklyn New York to first generation Caribbean parents from Barbados. Brad began writing and performing at the age of 24 when he was asked to participate in a theatrical production curated by the legendary entertainer and activist Harry Belafonte.

Shortly thereafter Brad discovered a thriving community of artists, writers and performers at the Sunday Tea Party at Frank’s Lounge in Brooklyn. The Tea Party was an instrumental incubator as Brad honed his craft soon becoming one of the foremost writers and performers of the Black Arts Movement of ‘90s. It was at the Tea Party and other venues like the Brooklyn Moon Café, the Nuyorican Poets Café and numerous venues in and around NYC that Brad had the pleasure of sharing the stage with renowned writers, poets and artists including Abiodun Oyewole of the Last Poets, legendary actress/writer Ruby Dee, Erykah Badu, Saul Williams, Jessica Care Moore, Mos Def, Liza Jesse Peterson, Universes (Then: Mildred Ruiz, Stephen Sapp, Flaco Navaja and Lemon Anderson) and Craig “muMs” Grant.

Brad received his BA at the City College of New York and received a full scholarship to pursue is doctoral studies in the Department of Political Science at Columbia University. He is more than just a poet or a speaker of words; he is a weaver of spells and bringer of passion and light.

http://www.bradwalrond.com

When We Arrived presents: Activated a poem by Teal Moss

Her vision is 4 dimensional

Her Love is non conventional

See see’s the universe in the mahogany of her hands

Her word are always visual

Her healing is preferential

She has gifts only solar systems can understand

Our feelings are each other’s addiction

Graphic when we become fiction

Allows our worlds to spiritually expand

Without constrictions

In our convictions

This is our walk in the sand

Like the sun caresses the sky 7 days a week

She kisses me like the moon does the night as we create our Mozambique

Far from perfect, designed so unique

We lay in this hub of the ultraverse

Tailored Cosmic Chic

She blooms for me like a rose in the mist of a mid September morn

The dew from her petals will bless the green grass below as the day begins to dawn

The breeze that comes off from her love, allows me to feel heaven like a song

The clouds fall in love, smile and dance on

As you become lost in the infinity pool she calls eyes

Her patterns and signatures are that of galaxies, pulsating to harmonize

Planting soul in your soil, you steps are fertilized

Building and growing your aura, now you realize

You feel Saturn’s symphony, she’s made you her King

With her soul invested into you, you can do anything

Can I see myself married to her, yes I’d sing

Can I see her bearing a child, yes 1 or 2 offspring

This is a love that’s long overdue; I’m prepared with a ring

The Universe has blessed me with a love forever, forever and everything

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BIO

Is a Los Angeles Based Photographer, Musician, Poet, and Writer.   Releasing music under the moniker French Telefone. He has done music for such web series as “The Unwritten Rules”, “Everything I Did Wrong In My 20’s”, and “Headcases”. As a poet has performed at various events around Los Angeles including the great Poetry Lounge. As a Photographer has worked with Quincy Jones, Kim Basinger, to BET and Verses and Flow on TV One. Currently working on a Photography Book and another French Telefone Project.

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When We Arrived presents: beg for permission a poem by Brad Walrond

you so softly made
my hardness a contrast
my hands could not bear

you let our friction
be the fresh water path
we took to paradise

it was your welcome
made me relinquish
my salt water burden
inside the undertow
of your rolling hips

at our highest tide
you made me beg
for the permission
to give you thanks

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BIO

“The voice is where the magic begins. It is with this sound that the spell is spoken and sent across the universe.” ~ Brad Walrond

Poet, writer, performer and activist Brad Walrond was born in Brooklyn New York to first generation Caribbean parents from Barbados. Brad began writing and performing at the age of 24 when he was asked to participate in a theatrical production curated by the legendary entertainer and activist Harry Belafonte.

Shortly thereafter Brad discovered a thriving community of artists, writers and performers at the Sunday Tea Party at Frank’s Lounge in Brooklyn. The Tea Party was an instrumental incubator as Brad honed his craft soon becoming one of the foremost writers and performers of the Black Arts Movement of ‘90s. It was at the Tea Party and other venues like the Brooklyn Moon Café, the Nuyorican Poets Café and numerous venues in and around NYC that Brad had the pleasure of sharing the stage with renowned writers, poets and artists including Abiodun Oyewole of the Last Poets, legendary actress/writer Ruby Dee, Erykah Badu, Saul Williams, Jessica Care Moore, Mos Def, Liza Jesse Peterson, Universes (Then: Mildred Ruiz, Stephen Sapp, Flaco Navaja and Lemon Anderson) and Craig “muMs” Grant.

Brad’s creative voice is rooted in an activist tradition. While pursuing his creative path Brad also served as Assistant to the National Program Director of Pathways to Teaching Careers and as Director of Education at FACES—the historic non-profit in Harlem New York first to respond to the HIV pandemic targeting at-risk populations of color.

Brad received his BA at the City College of New York and received a full scholarship to pursue is doctoral studies in the Department of Political Science at Columbia University. Brad’s battle with major depression upended his studies and he chose to pursue an alternate career in the culinary arts. Brad has had the privilege to cook at some of the finest world-class kitchens in New York City.

For nearly a decade, due to a demanding work schedule, and a persistent depression Brad became disconnected from his creative voice. Fortunately with what he attributes to much prayer, perseverance and professional medical care Brad has found his way back to the rich echoes of his creative voice.

The voice is to a poet what point of view is to a visual artist. It is your signature footprint on the creative landscape. Brad has returned with fervor to his prodigious creative terrain and is claiming his rightful place in it. He has been missed. He is more then just a poet or a speaker of words; he is a weaver of spells and bringer of passion and light.

http://www.bradwalrond.com

When We Arrived presents: Lego Hulk a poem by Rob Sturma

 

 

Lego Hulk Teaches Me About Life On The Last Day of 2014

  1. There are things that only Lego Hulk can do.   Look for the green handles and you will smash effectively.   Press X and down goes the wall, away goes the fuel tanker.
  2. There are things that only Bruce Banner can do.   Sometimes you will encounter a raft that seats one.   Hold the Y button. Get un-angry. Get on board.
  3. Everything looks impossible, but really, everything is just made of bricks. Bricks can be smashed.
  4. Press A, press A, press A, move forward.
  5. It is not a contradiction to be adorable and dangerous at the same time.
  6. You don’t always have to take the lead. That’s why Lego Iron Man is there, and Lego Spidey, and Lego Wolverine. Bring them Lego coffee. Wait for your turn. Then press A, press A, press A, all you want.
  7. You are a bundle of brick and fierce.   You didn’t wake up like this, but you are still flawless.
  8. The bricks will come. Keep on smashing.
  9. You don’t have to smash everything all at once. Press pause.   Have lunch. Stark Tower will still be there. The Baxter Building will still be there. All of New York will freeze in place and when you return, press A like you’ve never pressed A before.
  10. Somewhere in Oklahoma, a man-child will wait impatiently for you to download. You don’t even know how much he has been waiting to meet you. The world seems safer in the trail of your irradiated purpose.   Thank you for your irreverence. For your lumpy green physique. Your Lego sense of humor will wash over this man like catharsis.
  11. There are things that only Lego Hulk can do. You are so necessary.

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ROB STURMA is the editor-in-chief of FreezeRay, an online journal dedicated to the poetry of pop culture, and FreezeRay Press, its print offshoot. He has edited MultiVerse (a superhero poem anthology) and Aim For The Head (a zombie-themed poetry anthology) on Write Bloody Publishing , and is also the creator and curator of the poetry-meets-wrestling show Extreme Championship Poetry (last seen at the 2014 Individual World Poetry Slam). He was delighted when his poems about Mick Foley and Paul Heyman were retweeted by the icons themselves. His work can be seen online currently at Drunk In A Midnight Choir, The Legendary, The Nervous Breakdown, Borderline, Ghost House Review, and on XBox Live. He lives in Oklahoma City, OK, where he co-hosts the Red Dirt Wayward Poets open mic and dreams of making dope books.

I’ll Take More Love & Sun Fire by JH Poetry

I’ll Take More Love

Take care of love. Cuddle with it. Coo its lullaby.
Trace it in the sky among the tender blue clouds.
Be love. Give it as a treasure; the antique made of gold.
Be brave as the knight and princess you speak of.
Bury it within your soul so it will be available 24/7.
And the portrait you portray will be more beautiful
than ever when shown with love. Whisper it to your spouse
causing intimacy to prosper as a crimson rose.
Love makes us better people.
Love makes the world exist longer. It is free, yet so worthy.
And what puts it at the top is that it grows non- stop.
Make it desirable as chocolate sweets.
Dream its dream and live it fully. Do it for you. Do it for me.
But, most importantly do it for thee.
Set the example in the light of the sun.
Always remember God is love.
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Sun Fire

This is home: to walk into a thousand suns.
I am content. When the city smog a gloom into the sky
in you a find a thousand moons.
Day by night may I fly with wings in your silence.
As we travel the universe in every sweet breath.
This is home: a cool lust to swim. I shall be a swan.
For you are the tranquil waters of earth’s end.
Awake me in your eyes; the footprints of roses I shall sit upon.
Then joy shall be mine.
This is home: to slumber on a hill and smell the traces of your scent.
The minute I saw you then time stood on top of the world.
Do shake me until I shiver.
Bring me back to life.
And clay this smile upon my gaze.
Home is here. I walk into a thousand suns.

jhp ©2014

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Soulmates by Yawo Watts

Soulmates
I think tonight we should sit with the
stars
think about this love we share so
far
I’ve been
scared
living and loving is
hard
my sunshine awakens
me
connects me with my real true
love
ignite my nights and dazzle my
days
rewrite destiny in just one
gaze
love maybe the only power worth
having
makes every hour
I’m living worth every hour
given
to love
someone’s been smiling down on
us
waiting patiently as we realized we’ve gone beyond
lust
fate is discovering what’s best for
us
if you ask me I’ll tell you I meet my fate when we became open actively
in love
two kindreds from the same
soul
twin spirits who share the same
goal
Soulmates

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When did you know you were a poet?

I first knew I was a Poet from my best friend in High school.  I use to write raps all the time, and she would challenge me to write something nice. That’s when I wrote my first poem.  It was titled “Beautiful.” I wish I still had it.  It explored beautiful as a feeling.  I was so amazed at he reaction she thought it was simply, Beautiful.

How important is accessibility of meaning for a poem?

I think that it is extremely important as a Poet for the audience to receive the message in which we are conveying. Poetry is the language of the emotions. It is our job as artist to articulate these thoughts, feelings, moods and experiences with exceptional skill and care. Speak to the people in the language they can understand.  Most importantly is to be universal.   At any time any where a true poet can capture entertain and educate at a moments notice in a short amount of time.

 30 years from now, how do you want somebody to describe your body of work as a poet?

Thirty years from now I want someone to describe my body of work as a poet to be Phenomenal.  I want someone to describe it as true to life.  Appreciate my style of writing see the love and beauty in each stanza.  They will say I am a gifted In Verse with morals and fables together to deal with life love and happiness.  That someone will fall in love with me through Poetry.

Yawo Jandwa Watts is a Poet and Social Service Worker in Los Angeles, Ca.  He is a creative Artisan, with a strong desire to serve the world with creativity and kindness. 

Yawo has been a writer since he was in high school. He writes short stories, songs, poetry, and blogs. He is also a Djembe Drummer, and Promoter. In July of 2011 Yawo made a lifelong passion come true by self publishing, “Lemongrass”-True Emotions Of You and I in Verse. Lemongrass is Yawo’s first volume of poetry. It showcases a collection of poetry that has been written over the last 15 years, which has been inspired through life’s love, loss, and lessons. Yawo has taken many workshops but studying Poetry  at The World Stage Performance Art Gallery In Liemert Park Village has been a beautiful blessing.

Yawo created The “Oralgasm” a night of poetry and music with love and romance as the theme.  The Oralgasm is recognized as “an ideal showcase for anyone who wants to feel good. It offers a sensual something for everyone, and is truly a sexy and sophisticated showcase. As usual, Mr. Watts pleases all of my 5 senses”. Over the years of performances Throughout Southern California, Yawo earned the Moniker  of “The Marvin Gaye Of Poetry” by his peers- Meaning his style of poet delivery is akin to the Soul Crooner’s Music.  He Is currently working on his second volume of poetry.  He is excited and inspired to start connecting with you through social media. Please reach out to him at  yawowatts(at)gmail(dot)com.