Quick Plugs for the History Books

Greetings Great Folks!

In America, February is observed as ‘Black History Month’.  My meditation and works move towards creating a legacy for following generations to glean.  Most of the masters in the Arts were not appreciated, during their time of creativity on planet Earth.  Many times I believe/feel as if I am underappreciated on a larger scale.  I do have a solid, core of supporters/admirers of my creative works.  I am quite grateful for this.

E as Poetlove Water will go down in the ‘Black Ourstory’ books.  For those in the Brooklyn, NY, you will have an opportunity to witness a monumental event before your glory-seeking eyes.  On Saturday, 21 February from 3-5 PM, ‘My Relation to the Sun’ Book Release and Party’ will commence.  Rebekah Frimpong, Brooklyn-based poet/filmmaker/artiste, will be celebrating her 1st published book release.  E as Poetlove Water is one of the featured poets for the evening.  A few pieces from the forthcoming book, The Cells of the Tissue That Should Feel, will be presented.  Additionally, E as Poetlove Water’s original jewelry will be available for admiration/purchase.

The event will be held at Joloff Restaurant, 1168 Bedford Avenue, Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn, NY. For more information, please contact E at me@easpoetlovewater.com.  Hope to see your face and feel your presences!!!

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“Causal Reprise”…..A Short Story Behind the Story

Greetings Folks,

It’s been a while (the band, Staind) since I posted a lil suh’in suh’in.  A few months ago, I mentioned in a blog post that I wanted to do more artistic collaborations.  My voice and I are so connected that I have no fear that it will or can be lost.  The offer was made by Ghanaian expressionist/businessman, Awal Aziz of Washington, DC.  With that said, please fulljoy the following piece:

Causal Reprise

Even when I sleep

Am awake.

 

In my dreams

Live a different reality

One you can’t make.

 

Patience nearly consumes in day

Anxiety pulls the blanket

It’s night, over closing eyes

Shuttle mysterious takes off.

 

Without warning sign

Without pilot

Without consideration of ascribed consciousness

To a dimension

That exists differently.

 

Need for a vacation

All present in a travel’s dream.

 

Vehicles of scary ones

Transportation of fun ones

Voyages of sad ones…floating.

 

Gravity obsolete

No matter

Taking a free fall

Off of a skyscraper impossible. 

 

I love

Power closing doors

Slamming dreams for escape

Experiences wonder full

Fill up my dreams.

 

Thank you for your time

Now, you know how to dream.

 

© 2014

–Awal Aziz and E as Poetlove Water

For more information on Awal Aziz, please go to the following link:  https://www.facebook.com/sa2gh?fref=ts