At Slam

Here are some of the latest pics of me at the January Slam at Cargo.

 

So, as you can see in the picture Thanksgiving was wonderful. I ate orange glazed cornish hen and all sort of non-traditional Thanksgiving food, which was a break from the turkey and dressing and sweet potatoe pies. My girl Dee can cook. Praise God for her!

Once again I am being attacked by sickness, I know now God has the best sense of humor in the world. Of course this never happens until I have to perform somewhere. It never fails. Snot nosed and stopped up I will be performing. I have been working on getting some pieces in my head and it has been the hardest thing for me to do. My mind is clogged with so many things that my concentration was so off, and now I am cramming. Anyone that knows me know that I suck at studying, big time. I just pray that God just allows me to keep it moving tonight. I am okay......thanks for asking.

Well, I guess I'll get back to work for a little while. I am ready for go!

Peace

CD is Finished

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It is finally finished, Insanity's Daughter is being released October 28!!! For those that are in the Memphis, TN area please come out to Neils 1827 Madison at 9PM- 12. The cost of the CD is $12 plus shipping/handling, so if you would like to order one please e-mail me at missericadenise@yahoo.com.

This Saturday at Mud Island I will be performing at the Unity Youthfest 10AM-5PM, admission is free. Bring the entire family and come have fun on the river!

Peace and Blessings

Arekah

CD ALMOST DONE!!

Okay, friends....my CD is almost complete. the final touches are being added and we are looking good for a release date end if August or September....

Remain on the lookout for Insanity's Daughter!!!!

Gentle Conversation

I had a dream that last night we had a gentle conversation
A mind consummation
As thought tremors and word haikus
Formed 360 circles around tongues
Maybe you listened enough to know by now
Hoping that you heard the right dreams some how
Veins appeared in foreheads
As you tried to decipher the encryption on my thigh
And the hieroglyphs on my back
So I stood in mummified positions
Pointed to clues undetected
And you sharpened your pencil one too many times
Until the lead was clear
And you never understood what I was trying to say
You translated my words into unknown tongues
I pierced them
Silver ball, screwed tightly
Placed center stage
As clicking against teeth
Lullabies baby
But annoys the heck out of me
But it is pretty
Pretty
Pretty
Crazy that tops of lungs is heard
And I prayed that you heard the right dreams some how
Or that you were ready to become a man by now
Or that you could see God in a cloud
Or in my heart
Beyond selfish antics
And hopeless romantics
And be content with sunny days
Where I am the source of your
Your
Smiles
But you
Concentrating on decoding my pain
Saw nothing past the rain
Where I reign
Amidst silly girl giggles
And toes painted a purple haze
And black and white makes grays
That are dull to me
So baby amaze me
Send me into your maze
Where I peak over neatly trimmed bushes into your soul
Where nothing is white or black
But tinted with blues, reds, and the color of the heavens
Fuse me
Fuse me
With those electric currents in your mind
Far from the mixed up world
Away from finger points
Unwanted stares
And hidden snares set to hurt me
You protect me
Share my vision
Brace me as I reach for stars
And be my misting calm
In the middle of destruction
I see past fire
And witness the truth
Drained by useless banter
Comfort is far away
When you are away
I twisted one loc
Slowly
Around my middle finger
Encased
Shield my skin from the harsh winds
And when it was useless to me
It fe1l out
Out
Out of my realm of possibilities
But I keep God closer to me
Where He puts his hands over my ears
As hells fury spins ‘bout
It spins past heavens gates
Out of control
Dizzy
Giddy
Frivolous
Drones
Don’t condone
This enmity
Hostility
Trying to transform my ability
To stand
Resist
Endure
To abide in solace
As I find peace in drawing 360 circles around tongues
As you try to decipher the encryption on my thigh
And taste the lone tear from my eye
I am free…

Erica Denise Dunlap
All Rights Reserved

Wascally Russell (in my best Elmer Fudd voice)

Let me tell you about that supposed opportunity with Russell Simmons. Picture it, a line forms. My girl Dee and I take our places and begin the wait. Of course, we wanted to see Rev. Run a whole lot more than Russell, but being spoken word artist we had hope for the type of scene that the radio and tel-lie-vision had announced. They made it seem like you would get the chance to show off a little bit in the hopes of actually getting a little shine. And you know what? It didn't happen that way at all. We waited for a while, which was not so bad because most of our friends were there, so the conversation was animated and live as always. My girl Dee's husband was first in line, so we watched as the line opened and he was directed to the table where Russell and the beautiful Rev. Run was seated. I saw his lips move, they handed him a t-shirt, he is still talking and no one even raised they're heads to acknowledge him! Bull-ish! I got off work early to be a groupie? I was pissed. After a few minutes and I mean a few. I got to the table and Russell was on the phone with his wife. I had a brief convo with the flunkie they used to keep people moving about the interesting spelling of my name and Russell looked up to speak to me and asked me how was I doing? Of course my first mind was to tell him what I really felt, but to maintain Diva status at all times, I just said fine and kept the line a movin. I guess when you become rich off the money of all the common people you don't even have the time to talk to anyone. Disappointed and disgusted by the lies in the media and the total bull that we got from some hip-hop icons, my girl made me an apple martini and the day seem to get better after that. That picture of Russell Simmons, that poster of some shoes that I am never going to buy, and a t-shirt that I can't fit; are still in the backseat of my car roasting in the hot sun. Not sure why anyone would want a 8 X 10 glossy of Russell Simmons? Now LL, that is a different story! I don't see running out to buy a frame to put his picture on my wall at home. Don't think so! Will I ever try to get on Def Poetry? Hell yeah! Shine is shine and all money is spendable. Russell may not have said that much to me in line, but one thing is for sure, he will never forget the girl that spells her name A-R-E-K-A-H!!!!

Peace

Legends N Da House

Today has started off very well. I am leaving early to go and meet the legendary Rev. Run and his older mogul brother Russell Simmons. They have called all spoken word artists, singers, and anyone with talent to come out to meet them....So you know I am going right? The posse has rounded up everyone and I am sure that we are going to take the line by storm. Wish me blessings as I go down there and share my talents. Prayerfully I will get the chance to meet them and give them a little sample of my talent.

I found a really good dancehall/reggae station and have been having a wonderful time sitting at my desk dancing. It has been really time consuming, since I have no work to do and my only thoughts are of leaving here screaming...Iz Free!

I was just told that all poets dress weird! I will address this issue in my next post.

Arekah