Our gifts aren’t only for making a living, they can also get us through life. That’s why I picked one new artist, and one professional as the two poems I picked to share with you. (1) The first is from Jus Biz in the first piece he has written in years, he at once got his mojo back and rediscovered this form of self-expression. (2) The second is from a writer- an up and coming rap artist and amazing story-teller, D Skyyy. Both were challenged to one of Mira’s prompts. Enjoy!
Bathing in the Sunshine
I’m beaming after receiving the Sunshine Award again. Thank you too much EJ for the nod on one of the besticist blogs around– Whimsical Eclecticist. He says it’s about nothing–oh but it is such sweet nothing, and I highly recommend you visit it very soon.
Here’s the skinny: I’m supposed to tell you 10 things about myself and then my fav part is that I get to shower award nominations on 10 blogs that bring the Sunshine. And if it weren’t for EJ’s questions, I’d be staring blindly at my screen as a rush of “random observations about myself” zoom through my mind while my mind’s arm desperately reaches to catch 10 of them while its other arm is struggling to hold the ones I’ve already caught! Dropping random observations like crumbs all over the blogosphere floor. Thanks to EJ of Whimsical Eclecticist, the floor stays clean another day, and my mind doesn’t need arms. In fact, the only thing I’m reaching for is to continue becoming a better person to tell you 10 things about.
Here are 10 things about me, Meka Love- if you choose to accept 😉
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
By keeping its dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose
that grew from concrete when no one else even cared. -Tupac, 1976-1996
Tupac Shakur, The Rose that Grew from Concrete
E um anúncio, um chamado, uma esperança embora frágil, pranto infantil no berço?
Talvez apenas um ai de seresta, quem sabe.
Mas há um ouvido mais fino que escuta, um peito de artista que incha, e uma rosa se abre, um segredo
comunica-se, o poeta anunciou, o poeta, nas trevas, anunciou. -Drummond de Andrade, 1943 e 1945
Drummond de Andrade, rosa do povo
- Nerd Words: et Tu, Rose? (lovemekanism.org)
- I Cannot Help but Ignore the People Staring at my Scars (in-search-of-sunrise.com)