Something Sweet

   In a galaxy far beyond our own millions of years ago, a Star gave birth to the world. Many different beings came to the baby shower expecting the event to be just a small welcoming get-together on Venus. But then someone spilled their glass of fruit punch on the shag rug. It was an accident in total honesty, but Momz was a worry wart and a perfectionist. When she saw the fruit blended concoction run slowly from the glass of imperfection, embedding the rug in what seemed to be a disfigured heart, Momz lost it. And everyone braced themselves.
   What was suppose to be an easy solution quickly escalated into deep breathing patterns of heep, heep, hoof hoof, whooooooooosah. With every heep her eyes would roll and with every hoof sweat would pour from the space between her crown and eyes. And the whoosah only compounded the situation. The effect was in reverse! Someone shouted, SHE'S GONNA HAVE THE BABY!!!!
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Para Trues

      Well hello my lovely peoples! It has been a minute, sheesh! First and foremost I thank the Most High for everything that has taken place in my spoken word career thus far, and I know this is only the beginning. I will catch all of you up to speed in the most possible order that I can remember. LOL.

    I had my first feature for a showcase organization called RawArtist. It's a collaborative entertainment organization created for ANY creative soul that wants to share their talent with the world. They help bring out the shy and nervous to become more proud of their craft. So as a relatively new spoken word artist I didn't want to pass such opportunity up. There are so many pics, videos, new fans, and even bigger venues that are available to me all from this show.  The event was at Bartini's downtown July 17th during the Black Expo. A wise man once told me, "your front rowers will never be who you expect, so you should always represent yourself as the best performance people will ever see." With that, I had a great time. My RawArtist pg is: rawartists.org/paralectra. Below are a few pics from the night.

Erotic Slam: Team Dayton vs Indy Squad.
I mean seriously, I commend every prolific writer that takes the time to write such erotic poetry without making it sound extra creepy and triflin'. And cliche`. I'm just being real.

I honestly didn't intend on being on the Indy team for this slam. I just figured there was going to be an open mic (as always) and share my LITTLE piece of erotic I wrote from a challenge given back in February. Well. Word got out, and was somehow placed on the squad.

I  personally blame Ms Gabby.

Nonetheless, the challenge was accepted and I had fun. The sexy was definitely created and I'm anticipating those pics!!

Oh as a footnote, Team Indy won. But shout out to the opposing team because on some real shit, THEY CAME WITH THAT HEAT...
putting my name in a rhyme.
Which was mega sexy.

OK.
Thanks to an awesome BGS sister, I am a contributing writer for the Indianapolis Recorder Newspaper!! Here's the link: ParaThoughts !! Share with all of your friends.

Hmm. What else?

OK. That's right.

   A wonderful role model of mine has inquired about me joining her Incite2Insight Magazine for the city of Indianapolis. Not just a contributing writer, a STAFFED writer WITH a MF column!

Marinate on that.

If I get matched with an organization and begin working with the people, I will be a Public Allie. sp? Lol. There's so many awesome people in the world and I'm glad to meet them all and not just through the arts.

The title of my ep is called Guitar in the Hood. It was initially entitled the "Ionic Disposition of a Poetic Writer," and the moment I was banking on that long and perhaps exhaustive title, the words of a wise man whispered in my ear reminding me to never stop at your first idea. THANK YOU.

With that, yes. I have a guitar named Moses. Had him for two years and we are working absolutely amazing together.

     Man. I'm so grateful for everything. In the words of my Popz, my change is coming. When your steps are ordered under the name of the Most High, who can steer you wrong? All glory goes to God. After three years of figuring out who, what, when, where, and how I want to do things my life is looking up. I'm maturing. I'm finally growing into the woman I could only imagine to become and it only gets better.
    Earlier this year I blogged about 2013 being the year of the snake. I'm considered an earth snake according to my astrological make up. I believe this to be true because since February I have beholding everything that I thought were intangible. I have indeed been knocking down barriers and triumphing through the strong holds that tried to keep me smothered.

I'm alive

And I'm so in love.

And I am SHE
ParaLectra

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As a footnote: check out this vid of Wax Poetic show at Indy Indie Arts Council !! It was such an awesome evening full of artist in love with the craft.

Fireflies in the night sky..

I ripped away a page from the Bible and folded it into an airplane.
I thought i knew exactly what i wanted but the truth just melted away.
Faded into charcoal grey shades that walked behind me every step i made
Along the path toward forever.
I wouldn't know what awaits me but understood for the life of completion,
I just have to let it be.

Even when its complicated.

Those verses that were spoken in hopeful
phrases were created to be embedded within the hearts of man.
Worn like a necklace I heard them say
But for some reason on this day
Between crystal ornaments and balls of fire that twinkle in the sky has me up thinking,
Quietly trying to configure the sources of my mind
I know where my help comes from and i know its on the way
but how long am i to keep waiting?

So i folded it.

Carefully bent its corners along the vessel that pumped peace and patience between its words.
Shaped the outside of my complaints with silver linings of hope and gratitude
That whatever was blocking my shine would take flight and soar high for miles,
Parallel against the ceiling of uncertainty.

And I'll just breathe.

Marvel at the pure essence of truth being set free.
Agonize no longer over worry, guilt, or depression trying to kill me.
Praise the creator for never leaving me.