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

Fluorescent Lights

Fluorescent lights have clearly caused damage to my cerebral cause my head hurts every time I get to work. And as soon as I leave, my headache is gone. Maybe it's a disease or something. Other than that I am feeling pretty good today. On a constant creative tinge for the epast few days, that has yielded some nice additions to my poetry and song collection. Not sure what I am going to do with them all but it never hurts to have back ups. Since I went to the studio again last night I have to report on the progress of the CD. In the middle of sweat running from under my skirt down my leg cause it was hot, like we were sitting in the devils den, we got a lot of work done. Prophecy (my producer) is always full of energy and ideas for the project. It means a lot for someone other than yourself to have faith in something I am doing. I finished the flyer and will be sending it out to build anticipation for the release of the CD. I am soooo excited. So just in case anyone comes by this Blog and wants to support, please come back to check for the release date. I guess I'll get back to work now. Be blessed!

Peace

Just as I thought!

Okay, so of course I am sleepy. But the missed sleep was well worth it. The session last night went very well. I am getting more excited about this project as the time passes. I am just insane enough to think that someone will hear my work and ask me to star in a sitcom of my own, with Maxwell as my love interest. Ahh wouldn't that be the life! Getting paid to kiss all up on his urban hand suite! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...sorry. Slipped into one of those fantasy typing dreams. Forgive me. I have been in such a weird place lately, confusion has really altered my states. I have missed church twice, don't care to sing in the choir anymore, not been to choir practice and I have no idea why. I have no desire to, is that bad? I love God and know where my help comes from and appreciate all the many blessings that has been given to me, but I still find myself in this place where I feel empty. Feel that maybe I am stuck in this alternative time zone where hearts don't really beat, they blink. I have embraced my insanity so that part doesn't bother me, I have always been different....but these feelings are unfamiliar, unknown, and some unwanted. I pray that God fills me and allow me to come back to the person that I was destined to be. I pray to return to the path that was set out for me. God give me my joy and praise back for I am nothing without you.

Amen

Welcome

Welcome to my spot. I wanted to create a place where I can vent all my frustrations, pain, joy, and stupidness with all that wish to bast in my drama queen-ness! So enjoy. Today was pretty okay, nothing to complain about. God is good and getting better, so what the hey. I am getting geared up to hit the studio tonight, so prayerfully things will go smoothly and we can try and get this CD wrapped up. I am going to post my new favorite piece to share and maybe it will give someone else a little of the umph it gave me when God gave it to me. Holla

Forgive me
My Genesis and Revelations are dancing
In tune to my heart beat
As rhythms become sad stories of my existence
Piercing through my eyes
And intoxicating on lookers
That sees only that of which I allow
Forcing oil to rise above water
Never mixing my positive ions with the negative
I get lost in my own perception of me from you
Forgive me
My desire to not die alone is my eleventh finger
Pointed towards my heart
Advertising my everlasting soul in love classifieds
But I couldn’t afford the bold print
I live and die in the moment
In that second before a kiss
Where inhales never escape
And slow motion drowns time
To a bloated corpse
But no one is there to kiss me
Forgive me
My tears fall
Expressing my joy for what I pray to God for
My faith lies in the hope that my time is near
And beneath the top layer of my skin allows
Visions of drug free dreams
Void of false imaginations
White horses
And thoughts of undeserving romance
Forgive me
If I get lost in that moment after your last word
I just don’t want to be alone tonight
So forgive me if I wrap my mind around yours like legs
And vines around trees
Ask me!
Ask me those things you dare to ask
Ask me to see past your past
And travel into the future skies
Where God lays on a blanket next to picnic baskets
Indulge in my soul
Feast upon my thighs
And middle lands that create blues and whites
Where oceans find lap dances
Forgive me
As I touch every part of me
My hand trembles with fear of feeling what you see
Broken flesh
And my pain becomes visions nightmares
And gain is a murder spree
Of fatalities and broken promises
I owe it to me to see all the possibilities
Not being a debtor or that ho
Not being shared with 3 others like me
Cause of the woman to man ratio
Got men thinking that commitment is a no go
And since there are so many flowers;
They can pick one up where ever they go
Sniffing the center of each
Every night of the week
Forgive me
For wanting to feel special
And be the only one that you wanna lay next to
Instead of rubbing three sets of feet
Forgive me if I love me
And appreciate my breasts
Adore my rolls
Embrace my folds
Romance my locks
And live in a world where nobody knocks differences
And Jesus is my guiding light
And we realize that no one is always right
So forgive me if I choose to live my life
Where acceptance is key
And little girls see something to wanna be like me
Where free is not a place but a mentality
And being fat is not a disability it’s part of my mortality
And my insanity is part of my originality
Where I fill in the blanks between Genesis and Revelations
Because this life has no guarantees
So forgive me if I just be
Me

Arekah
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