Sunday, March 13, 2011

Sometimes we must help our own soul.[Ayo--run run]

Sometimes we have to answer our own S.O.S. Do things for our own Soul. In a era where lyrics aren't the main focus, this singer, Ayo, sings poetically concerning matters of the heart (from what I have heard so far.). Ayo (born as Joy Olasunmibo Ogunmakin on 14 September 1980 in Frechen near Cologne, Germany) is a Nigerian-German singer-songwriter. She uses the Yoruba translation Ayo.

Poetry Fix (for those who need it.)

Mama Mzazi [Mother who produces offspring]

It was not long ago I held little hands, and taught him to walk
Cupped his face and corrected his dialect.
He’d look up at me and show little white teeth
Then repeat
What mama just told him.

~I placed that memory in my heart~

The sun would awaken to
And kiss his skin
All day…as he played
With sticks
And rocks
Clay stuffed bottle tops…
A ball I’d gotten…

~I placed that memory in my heart~

One day, strangers came
Though we all looked the same
Shots rang
I grabbed my joy
And held him tight
A man and I began to fight
Then he stole my joy from me

~I placed that memory in my heart~

He gave my baby a rifle
And shoved him to take aim
The hurt and fear within his eye
Has riddled me with pain
But I know if he won’t do as he’s told
They’ll just as quickly free his soul
I nod and close my eyes
He does the same
Lifts his rifle…then takes aim
Releasing one where I placed his memories

……They disperse……

Theresse A. Bynum 2/17/2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Friday, February 11, 2011

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Monday, January 10, 2011

Phyllis Hyman

Sometimes a look back can give a lesson on things that can be used in the future, or in the now. Sometimes, I just like to get away from the now, and remember when music and artist had individuality. This absolutely beautiful woman, always kept me staring. Her voice is all her own, and unmistakable. She is a good example that, you never know what a person is going through.
Enjoy...then look at other parts of her story.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Is there a fine line between Genius and Mental illness?

Such an inspiration. It takes much strength to fight both inner and outter battles.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Poetry Fix>>for those who need it.

Third and Fourth Eye Perception

A passionate kiss
A sensuous grind
Embed in the very recess of his mind
A valuable picture developed by time
Departure can never erase her

In her presence
He shutters
In her absence
Of their past encounters
Fade out the negative
Rewinding to--
Still warm film
Spread across her exposure
Focusing in on her expression
Which mirror her thoughts

Eyes of jade and Sepia
Reflect light like a prism
Oh god!
He loves to get lost within them
Permanent mood rings they are
Windows to her soul
What lay behind them
Seldom is told

If through the noon she slept
Missing the lulling sun
In a snap
He’d capture it
Suspending it’s setting in time
Preserving that moment
Until she awakens
Then present it to her
As he does with his heart

©Theresse Bynum 10/15/2010