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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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Big Mama

“Big Mama has three sons of her own, Christopher, Brennan, and Sam. The Reed family experienced hard times of its own after being abandoned by the boys’ father when Christopher was only one month old. “We lived in a fish market for a while,” says Sam, “so we know what it’s like to have no home.” Brennan added, “Our experience made us realize how important it is to help others in need.” All three of Big Mama’s sons help out in many ways, from directing the Boys’ Step Team and running errands to driving neighborhood kids to school each day.” [Team of Life]

Last year, I had the pleasure of honoring Big Mama with a poem during the tenth anniversary Christmas toy drive and fundraiser for her nonprofit organization, Team of Life. Their mission is to simply give back. They do this by becoming involved in the lives of youth in the community. Many have no stable homes, some have been school drop-outs, others seek for parental guidance / role models, etc… they also provide transportation when needed. They mentor and donate school supplies, clothing articles, food, toys and provide shelter for those who need it.

This year, The International Holistic Center, whose partnered with Team of Live since last year, has asked me to recite my poem once again for Big Mama, tonight! I am delighted to be part of this event once again.

Here is a photo taken from last year’s event which was printed in The Sun Sentinel Newspaper. I am the one in pink, on the bottom of the page.

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And the poem as follows…

Like the might and size of an eagle

As it soars through the Heavens,

So is your heart as is spreads abundantly

To become an extension of our future.

Dismantled yet shaken you were not.

Your passion to battle misfortune and betrayal 

Kept the sun shining through your overcast days.

Your brave soul and will to survive made you stronger,

And here you are:  a mighty woman.

You carry the titles of

Mother, father, mentor

Activist, leader – an angel even.

You. Are. Powerful.

Because you saw the forest for the trees.

See, you possess a green thumb

In this garden of life where our children

Run wild and resources are scarce.

But you aspired to inspire our youth

Through your blood, sweat and prayers.

Only truth has transpired from your work.

Only good has been reaped

From every seed that you’ve sowed.

Only pure growth can come about

From someone who devotes as much time,

Effort and love at the drop of a dime,

Such as you.

You. Are. Love.

Because you’ve whistled past the graveyard.

Like a minstrel in the spotlight,

You are a blessing to life.

How can one conceive the immensity

That is your heart?

You’ve made yourself readily available

To kids whom others have overlooked.

You’ve tended to their necessities;

And despite being misunderstood,

You’ve shown compassion through your interaction.

Adversity was of no hindrance to the faith you gave.

Big Mama, through prayer your strength transcends.

Your community outreach rises above preaching

For you’ve centered your teachings on the quality of life –

On dreaming in grand scales and seeking truth.

You’ve introduced meaning to the existence of our youth.

Fortunate are those to be part of you.

Thank you for being Big Mama,

Thank you for being Team of Life!


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Let’s Be Fit (Pt.1)

This is the first half of one of my signature spoken word pieces.
I will post a video of me performing this in Jamaica when I finally access it.
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Diluting the way we live life,
Technology over powers our substantial beliefs:
Social feeds have transformed our egos;
Social needs are being ignored;
Self-absorbed; we care only for our selves.
Are we not our brother’s keeper?
Information flows through the internet
As situations take place,
And as we enter it, we watch in amazement.
And with a click of a button we go back to our lives,
Oblivious of what we witness,
Ignorant of why we should care,
With the audacity to say, “f*ck my life”,
We watch others in despair.
The East is raging in war.
The West is overflowing.
Our countries are slowly dying
While our leaders are ever growing.
And its mind blowing
How we live in these bubbles,
Pretending to know what we don’t-
To care for what we could care less for.
This ain’t no utopian world.
There’s no perfection in our social-political system.
NEWSFLASH:
There is no world peace.
We don’t live in “ideal socialism”.
There’s no such thing as inter-religious relationships.
Death and suffering is part of our existence.
 
But even though this is true,
Still I ask…
Why must we look the other way?
Why must we disregard the pain of others,
The struggle of many,
And the attempt at survival for some?
Let’s not get reeled into selfishness.
Bring back that substance that once existed in our hearts –
That truth we longed for.
Let our prayers be not of our wants and needs
But for our neighbors.
Let’s pray for that world peace.
We need to open our eyes,
Engage in society,
Protect our environment,
Live with integrity.
Physically, mentally, spiritually
Let’s Be Fit


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On black friday…

instead of joining the frenzy at the stores, my cousin and I decided to go watch our favorite local band, Visions Band, for a bit of distraction from the craziness our family is going through right now.

Visions Band usually perform down in South Beach. So on our way down, instead of jumping on the highway to reach our destination faster, my cousin suggested taking the scenic route. We traveled on A1A (paralleled to the Atlantic Ocean) for about 25-30 miles.

Traffic was pleasant. We were feeling ‘irie’ a.k.a. extra nice. Bob Marley music was blasting through the speakers. Windows down, enjoying the cool breeze of beautiful South Florida weather. I caught a few pictures along the way.

Then I have a special treat from our favorite band! 🙂

 

Here is one of my dearest and most talented of friends, Roy Robinson with Visions Band, performing a cover of Bob Marley’s Could You Be Loved. This video, by no means, does any justice to this man’s gift, rather it serves as a glimpse of what he is truly capable of. He is limitless!

Don’t be afraid to get outa your chair and dance! 😉


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Stepping Back

And I saw her –

Dancing in the silhouette of the music,

Pleasantly smiling

At what’s become her new territory.

She reminded me of me.

I took note:

She was solid.

Firm in solidarity.

Her familiarity with

The atmosphere

Was an indication of my demise;

I know how to lose.

In the wilderness I retrace my tracks,

Rocking side to side

On a hammock that soothes

An aching heart.

Mornings of mist

Are now my comfort.

The honey dew of midnight

Accompany my spirit

Like a lovebird at dawn.

I’ve withdrawn,

Accepting of being overcome

But not succumbed.

I rise in a fog storm

As it transforms pain into

Nostalgia of what once was;

I smile again.

And in remembrance of my own silhouette

I press reset with a genuine touch.

It isn’t my time.


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Fall and Flight

In mid October I finally go to see what real fall looks like. I was in Maryland for a wedding and on my last day I got to breathe the fresh air of nature in another city. I saw the beauty that lies in autumn colors and weather. I was mesmerized! I’m so used to palm trees and beaches, people half naked, busy streets, and hectic days. It was such a wonderful experience.

Here are a few shots of my last day.

I also took shots of my flight from Maryland to Boston and from Boston back home to Ft. Lauderdale Airport in South Florida. Check them out!

*All photos were taken w/ my phone. No edits, no filters.


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So It Was

A couple calendars have passed, 

And I ask all that IS 

If more seasons will evolve before 

The hour of encounter. 

Stars trickle at midnight 

Through the farthest spaces between 

All that once seemed eternal.

Journaling dreams, voicing a future

And attempting to alter a destiny 

Has  become hopelessly useless.

What’s undone can be done not again

Finger prints wiped, 

Leaving behind only a smudge. 

I indulge in caramel-coated

Memoirs as my eyes gaze into

 A jammed hour glass

As time declines passing.

But so it was… ♠