It All Started

It all started with a trade off...

Her Medusas' gaze
For my Midas touch
As her stare turned my very bones into sturdy pillars of stones
And apparently upon contact her brightly shining heart turned into golden dust

It wasn't much...
Of a trade off
Her filling me with a strength and stable sturdiness
Me just making her go from being a battle hardened woman to being oh so soft

But, you know what they say right?
Blackjack, no trade backs
So tonight

I'm gonna thank that Damn Medusa for giving me the stones to say
That in retrospect, at the end of the day

I can look at the boldly beautiful person I've become
Knowing exactly where it all started from

So Thank You...MUM

The Movement Continues...
-Rhetorical Artz

The 3s things I fear

I fear Answers, Artfulness, and Authenticity. I fear Beauty, Boldness, and Balance. 

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I fear Courage, Compassion, and Commitment. I fear Drive, Discipline, and Death. 

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I fear Empowerment, Enrichment, and Excellence. I fear Faith, Fulfillment, and Fruition.

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I fear God, Goodness, and Genius. I fear Hope, Harmony, and Happiness.

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I fear Ideas, Insanity, and Imagination.  I fear Joking, Justice, and just Jamming out.

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I fear Kindness, Keenness, and Kinship. I fear Life, Limitations, and Love.

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I fear Magic, Movement, and Meaningfulness. I fear Niceness, Niches, and Nobleness

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I fear Openness, Opportunity, and Optimism. I fear Passion, Power, and Peace

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I fear Quietness, Quaintness, Questioning. I fear Reason, Randomness and Revolution.

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I fear Spirituality, Sanity, and Strength.  I feel Timelessness, Truth, and Transformation.

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I fear Understanding, Universality, and Unknowns  I fear Virtue,Valor, and Victory.

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I fear Wisdom, Wonder, and Worthiness. I fear  Xanadu, Xenogenesis, and Xtremes. 

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I fear Ying, Yang, and Youthfulness, I fear Zeal, Zen, and Zion. 

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BUT IT SEEMS MY BIGGEST FEAR 
IS SOMETHING I CANNOT SEE
FOR I HAVE FOUND MY BIGGEST I FEAR TO BE 
LETTING MY FEARS STOP ME
SO THROUGH WITHIN THIS ALPHABET OF LIFE 
I FEAR MANY SETS OF THREE 
I STILL CHOOSE TO LOOK WITHIN MYSELF 
AND SET MY SPIRIT FREE

The Movement Continues...

Rhetorical Artz

Write it Today, Rewrite it Tomorrow, Release it Never

My process for writing anything is simple. I write about something significant when I am experiencing it. I don't wait until I can look back and reflect on it. By then both the core content and power of that experience is already fading away. So I write the content that I am experiencing now. The article that you are reading right now came to me when I was on a 10 mile jog. I stopped and wrote out the outline for it on my cell phone during mile 4.

I stop writing and start rewriting when I am no longer experiencing that content. After that I give myself a day or more- possibly much more- to review and reflect on the lessons that I have learned from the experience. It is only after doing so thoroughly, or as close to thorough as I can get, that I begin the rewriting and revising of what I have typed out so far(at this point in the process I have usually typed it out). The jog that sparked me to write this article happened about a month ago. It wasn't until I spoke with writers about their writing process, read about how others were writing, and thought about it all in correlation to my approach that I began revising and rewriting this article.

So after going through this process, when is the perfect time to stop rewriting and release my final product? Maybe when I die. For their is honestly never a perfect time to release my work, mainly because their is always something not perfect about it. I can spend a lifetime revising, reviewing, even writing more of just one article alone. That is why to have to have what I call a "screw it point". Their needs to be a date or time that is set in stone for my work that says, " at this point in time I have done all I am willing to do to make this the best. It is time to send it out and hope for the best." My work will never be released if I do not have this point in time set up for myself.

This has not always lead to my most perfected piece of work, but it does get my work out there, and gives room for a fresh pair of critiques through the eyes of an audience.
The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Idea Poem of the Week: Soul Sculptors

This poem is dedicated to the writers, emcees, storytellers, and poets that are pushing powerful words into the world. Continue to move the world forward with your words.

A story to share

It has been a while now since I posted anything on this blog. The reason for that is because for the past few weeks I have been on an incredible journey. A journey that has taken me across the oceans to South Africa and back, then to places here in the United States such as New York, DC, Tennessee, Georgia, Florida, and soon back to Pennsylvania, where I will be having my last year as an Undergraduate college student. It was a journey taken partly to understand my world, myself, and the way I am meant to work in it. 

But it was much more than that. It was an opportunity to come back and share with you a story. A story that crosses racial lines. A story that breaks the barriers of religious regulation, and non-religious rebellion. A story that shatters the image of the so called "real world," as it attempts to bring you the heart of the compelling and commonly shared human experience. May this story-that I will begin to share in the many posts to come- move your heart, soul, and mind to see the common good that is within all of us, as this story is the very essence of a movement. A movement for making life both meaningful and memorable. A movement to make the story that we all share matter- the story of life. 

The movement continues,

- Rhetorical Artz          

Purpose of my Poems

Purpose of my Poems

I write poetry for people
People who need an injection of a lethal life giving substance by a ink-filled needle
Just to feel the rush


That's why I use the muse of inspiration that's been infused into this confused mind of mine 
In hope that you may find that midas touch


A midas touch with turns your dreams into gold
So that they become the facts and fabric of this world and a sight to behold


And with that injection of gold in your soul 
You can go for goals that make you bold
That last line is important to understand 
Which is why I put it in bold


I write poems 
So that when my story is told
That it's a story about someone who lit up fires for the young and the old


Someone who shined sunlight with every entrepreneurial venture 
and at every entertainment venue
Someone providing fuel for the movement of many dreams 
that may seem hopeless 
To still continue


I write poems
For children who wield minds that work up warlocks and witchcraft
A way that they can use their imagination to craft their own path


Cause kind people of the world we've been given a task
To keep our kids dreams alive until they can truly walk on their own at last


Last but not least 
I write poems to provide a path to bring peace
As a poetic peacemaker putting poems into peoples passion and perspectives to make violence cease


In order to release a hint of a paradise that I when I have kids I can show'em
The power within people
Who live life 
Like a poem

This is not just a poem, but a promise! 

A promise that I make with all who enter this blog, and all who enter into my circle of influence. A promise that I will continue to share ideas with the purpose of  moving the world forward for the better.

The movement continues,

- Rhetorical Artz          

After spending two weeks in south africa, rhetorical artz has returned to tell an incredible tale that has yet to end! Will be in dc, knoxville, and atl