Mar 31, 2009

My first time writing poem.......

Staring days and days into the wild, daring eyes
I squint because of the sharp glare.
She’s beautiful, sure, but
Sometimes, she will blind you, rob you of your fate.
Some parts of her seem sad in her dullness---unspectacular.
It is right in front of me, but instead,
I see the lush, the fresh, the vibrant playfulness that moves her.
The sun, her light and child, acts as her guidance through the clouds.

But…something has changed.
Something wicked,
No, something human
Invaded her stillness.
Lady Destiny awoke her, made her aware.
The blood-red apple
The beauty and spectacle,
The piercing eye
That shines through every creature,
Living or dead.
Like spring, yet not spring,
It brings reinforcement, replication,
The renaissance of history and patronage.
Shall we rejoice in dawn or mourn for our fall?



Written by Eva Lin

Mar 20, 2009

THE BEATS










Laurie Cook

My Dying Heartt





My Dying Heart

Each night the moon raises,
filled each moment with praises;
I dream of you. one more night i dream of you

We can't be with each other,
but we dying to see ourselves together;
my heart never stop breathing
because you said you'll keep waiting.
Though the hills and mountains have separated us,
but we are still desperate beside all odds;
no one can quench the fire we share,
no one can change our sphere;
we may be distance away,
but in my heart we both here to play.
Love is like a magical song,
soft and gentle, humming for us along.
One more night I want to be with you,
just your touch I know life is true;
together we cuddle like two robes tangle,
mixed in the fantasy of love, yet, we were humble;
Our heat from us makes us twins,
we swim in harmony, down your chest I feel so real.
Loving this,
your kiss is sweet;
but now no one knows I how I feels,
burning in silence, this wounds never ills;
I can't escape another day without you,
I can't walk another miles if my heart don't have you;
I call this “MY DYING HEART”
for in you I will fly HIGH.
We both have long for love,
when kneel at the alter, our bliss descend like the dove.

Mar 14, 2009

Dancevgil

for my SOUL

poetry
dance
music
song
vibe
consciousness
motivation
inspiration
aspiration
determination
information
communication
innovation
education
we want to reach you and the world with our words,
our voice,
our heart
our strength;
"YES WE CAN".

for my SOUL

poetry
dance
music
song
vibe
consciousness
motivation
inspiration
aspiration
determination
information
communication
innovation
education
we want to reach you and the world with our words,
our voice,
our heart
our strength;
"YES WE CAN".

BLACK HiSTORY MONTH

Sharing his work with a deferent audience is something he can deal with and, he knows how to manipulate his body vocabularies to reach out his intensions and motives, as to expel the means of one untied people can be. On the 14th of February 2009, the Windisch-Hunt Art gallery in Coconut Grove are once again celebrating the Black History Month, showcasing various artiste works from all range they certainly have the gig and vibe.

Something special came out this time, a dancer from Nigeria who dazzled people coming in to fill their eyes with one or two peep in the gallery. He moves around them with his dance movements and the smile on his face. Yet he never seems to lose the flow and rhythm of the musical beat. A beautiful African percussion. The gallery was occupied with people standing on deferent angles watching, while some, busying exploring the art works hung on the wall.

As Black History Month ends, folks also use this time out to share love with one another, children and friends. The park was full with people from deferent county, states, region. It was a very bright and warm atmosphere with the sun burning very hot in Liberty City Miami at the “Touching Miami with Love” .

Mr Etagweyo Vincent Onokurte a Nigerian dancer, intrigues the audience with his dance movement and body gestures. He speaks words of our fathers through his gestures and communication of the music, accompanying his dance steps. “it is very good for the kids to experience something like this and know how important culture really means.

At 2:00pm, Etagweyo Vincent Onokurte started his movement at Liberty City where he did his third performance of the Black History Month; “showcasing myself and sharing my History and Culture as a cultural exchange and educational vocation with kids, adults”. They where really pleased with what the dance and most of all, what the organizers and families gave as part of the support to the county/humanity. “we want to reshape the world with our ministry, our art, our words, and our lovingness”. The kids also shared some of their great art works and how they understand what is going on, on their various environments. Some of them did poetry, while some took the duty of getting people situated and making seats and other availabilities the guest might need.
They also took us back to the footstep of Dr Martin Luther King Jr (“I HAVE A DREAM”).“Reciting these words of Dr King really meant a lot to this kids. We want them to think positively, and knowing full well that they can make it, no matter the stormy weather”.

We want to build our community and make it a better home for our children to think positively and with open minds; instead of the harm devices and smoking cracks and weed. Because these, it loses their sense of understanding and their lives is fall shot with lost. 60-70% of these kids turn out becoming thugs and hoodlums, doing violence because they have not being educated the proper way.
It is not just doing convocations or gathering that only matters, but how educated these kids are in their various homes. Although I am not talking about the America, or Africa, but every corner of the world. We should give heed to the society, transform these mentality and change the system for better place.

Vincent

Mar 5, 2009

Coconut Grove Grapevine: Art is constantly moving through the streets

Coconut Grove Grapevine: Art is constantly moving through the streets
It was a night of blessed memory, each movements, each words, each sound, each gestures, each breath, becomes a force that moves with the wind and intertwine with me. I feel my body transcending into realm of imagination as i move vividly to sound of the music. I draw energy from the audience who stood in amazed, trying to see what the next move or gesture would say; " Lines of Movement".

Mar 1, 2009

KING OF SORROW

they said I'm a witch
discarding my incense
on any garment it perches on...
I was cast by the stone of men,
driven by my mates.
By those who I call FRIENDS!
I'm crying to everyone ears
dancing with frustration
day and night.
I cry to prove my innocence
but was oblivion
by my maker.
I flea to the mountain
where I pitch my tent;
I cause the day I was born;
leprosy embrace me,
sharing the same supper with me.
My skin falls apart,
my beautiful attire became
a sorrowful evening.

I am now the beast
everyone run from;
take my life;
Don't let me enjoy these grieve anymore!
Send fire from above
to consume me!
Send the night hawkers to
to come devour me
before morning light!
Allow vultures to say my last prayer!