Exodus

I admit
My pen has not been busy
It’s been silent
Observant
Watchful
Full of things to speak but I pause and clinch this staff tightly
Selah on the moments recorded in time
Wallow in despair and frustration of what I see
Contempt and hopelessness hold hands counting the minutes until they invade my space
I part my lips
Hoping for an exodus of sound
A murmur
Even a sigh
At the end of this dry tongue is promise
freedom
So instead of speech there are signs
Pointing to destinations
Visions that need eyes to see not the trick but the treasure
Dreams that need interpretations
Ears willing to hear and do
All before idleness crashes against me


Dry tongue
Thirsting for Wet ink to build its walls against the path
White sea clear and full of opportunity
Yet I selah
I pause
I take in the power of silence
The strength and sharpness of this pen
The depth of its permanence
It stains my lips
Again I part them
Take a deep breath
I cross the bottom of this dry ocean of words
I reach the other side
No more wilderness pages
This is my exodus of sound

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Check it Out: The Wait is Over — The PBS Blog

You do not want to miss this. Make sure you mark your calendars! My Soul is a Witness is almost here. Make sure you visit The PBS Blog so that you don’t miss any of the updates. Also, she has the best advise and tools for writers. Click the link below. Trust me you do not want to miss this.

I’ve been working on this collection of poetry since I released I am Soul three years ago. So much as happened in that time that most of this year feels like it happened years ago. It feels like Kobe Bryant died in 2019, but then I remember that tragedy happened earlier this year. I have […]

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Do Not Write a Poem

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Do not set out to write a poem. Strip yourself of all the education you think will make you a good writer, and undress all the fluff you believe constitutes a good poem. Write only what is in your heart at this exact moment—every thread of thought and every emotion you have not the courage […]

Do Not Write a Poem

Minding My Soul, “Inside the Wilderness”…

We are back at it again. Taking the time to mind our own souls. Take a moment and breathe, relax, even have a glass of wine. Whatever makes you happy and at peace. As long as you are minding your own soul, who cares?

So have you ever felt like you were just wondering around life thirsty? Has it ever felt like you are just tired of going no where and you can’t seem to make it out of this dry place? Well maybe you are in your “wilderness” season. There is a lot to learn here. It really is all about how you perceive your current condition.

In this season you may feel alone with no one to hear your call for help. I challenge you to change the perception of your environment. So, what is the wilderness? Its a desolate and uncultivated place or space. Its sounds scary, dark and lonely, right? I won’t lie to you it is. I have been there. Its not my first choice to vacation in, lol. But, there are so many things that you can learn in this place.

Lets start with the first thing that I learned about this quiet, dry and dark place. It seemed inhabitable. It was uncomfortable. However I learned that comfort was my crutch. Its easy to run back to what is safe. Its easy to become stagnant in your comfort not because you don’t want to grow but because you dwell too much on the path and not the reward at the end of the path. So, what do you do, you choose not to walk it. Hoping that some way that same reward could come a different way. NOPE!! So I got out of my comfort zone and walked around a little.

The second thing that I learned is that there was no chaos, it was quiet. The only chaos was present was from my thoughts to run, scream and kick my way up out of that place. I learned to let go of chains that were no longer holding me. I was now holding on to them, I just needed to open my hands. I let go of the chains I was walking around with. I learned that I was no longer bound to be available for everyone. I learned that it was okay to put me first for once. It was quite alright for me to say no. I learned that being available to everyone all the time, made no time for me. I was pouring from an empty cup. If that is not chaotic, I don’t know what it is. But I knew that I could no longer partake in madness and that I was no longer captive.

The last thing that I learned. Wow, this was a big one. There is always a better reward after the testing and the trial. There is light at the end of the tunnel. It could be your healing or even your peace of mind. You cannot know healing if not for wounds. You cannot know peace if not for chaos. You cannot know you, if you do not step outside of who you think you are, because of fear. Fear, I learned that I do not have to be in fear of the promises for my life. I do not have to be in fear that they are too great and I am not worthy. The promise was me. It is me. Me, whole and smiling, minding my own soul.

Some of us are in our wilderness season and it is not a death sentence. It is a journey of self discovery. The seas have been parted for your escape and rescue but you have to keep walking. Manna will rain down from heaven, so gather and eat. You may complain and ask why and how you got here. You can’t go back. Take courage. This is the time where you will be given direction. This place seems uncultivated and desolate. I promise you that it is you who is being cultivated and made to be habitable. You will have to ascend the mountain multiple times to get the direction and the promise . Each time you will be stronger and stronger. The wilderness will teach you how to survive. You will lose some people along the way because your promise is not their promise nor their direction. They will follow you and grumble against you but it is okay. Keep walking! This is your EXODUS! Shabbat Shalom!

Exodus 3:7-8, And יהוה said, “I have indeed seen the oppression of My people who are in Mitsrayim, and have heard their cry because of their slave-drivers, for I know their sorrows. 8“And I have come down to deliver them from the hand of the Mitsrites, and to bring them up from that land to a good and spacious land, to a land flowing with milk and honey, to the place of the Kena‛anites and the Ḥittites and the Amorites and the Perizzites and the Ḥiwwites and the Yeḇusites.

Exodus 33:14, “And He said, My Presence does go, and I shall give you rest.”

I hope that this has been encouraging and uplifting for you to mind your soul.

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Silence

“Silence is not idle. It works within and without. It stands to prove truths and falsehood. Silence is a tool forgotten.”

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Minding My Soul Moments…

Good Morning, rise, and grind. Rest and breathe. Whatever your heart needs today, that is what you do. I want to take a moment to encourage you to mind your soul. It’s your business what you do, but there are moments where your soul needs you. So I leave you with a little encouragement. I hope that you can take solace in this small moment.

“Every wound or broken piece of your life is an occasion to experience the Most High Yah in a way you could not experience Him if all was well.” – Tehilayah

There are a thousand things taking place around us at all times, things are seen, some unseen. In every situation we encounter in this life there is a lesson.

Healing does not come without first having a wound. Healing is a process that we try to often rush. The well doesn’t need to be healed. The sick, however long the process, need help. Sometimes, we walk around not knowing that we are sick. The diagnoses are handed to us and we realize that we have been walking around sick for awhile. It’s crushing. The first question is, how? We check off these little imaginary boxes. These boxes say, “but I…”. We then began to recognize it in our interactions and our quiet moments alone. We see hindsight that we have mismanaged our souls.

A wound is often a sign that we need to slow down. Example time. My daughter asked for a skateboard. She always does all the research before she brings anything to my husband and me. She had no problem making her case and of course, we got her a skateboard. She watched countless videos on how to ride. The day comes, “Mom, can I ride my skateboard?”, she says. My response, “have fun, be careful.” Well, a few moments later she comes back tears in her eyes. “What happened”, I ask. “I was going to fast and got too close to the rocks, I hurt my leg”.

I realized something as I was being a nurse mom. For her to begin the healing process she had to be still. She had to allow me to care for her. I had to clean and dress the wound and she had to be still and experience the love and care she needed. LESSON!!!

The first part of healing is being still. It’s in those still moments where the Most High is caring and nurturing you.

Be still, and know that I am Yah; I am exalted among nations, I am exalted in the earth! (Psalms) 46:10

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Poetry Competitions, Submissions & Opportunities – July 2020

Over 130 poetry competitions, writing submissions & opportunities open or with deadlines in July 2020.

Poetry Competitions, Submissions & Opportunities – July 2020

Please check out these poetry opportunities.

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Black Lives Matter: Six Poems

Poetry can often channel grief, pain, solidarity, and resistance in ways that everyday language can’t.

Black Lives Matter: Six Poems

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Feature Friday presents: Zerahyah, “A Mother’s Pain”..

Hey there lovely people. Its been a minute. But we are back at it again with another one. Yes, that’s right it’s Feature Friday!!! We have a previous guest and she is back at it again with another poem. That’s right, she was our first feature Friday guest. I present to you Zerahyah, “A Mothers Pain”. Dont forget to check out Zerahyah’s first poem here.

A Mother’s Pain

I raised two black men

Where according to society, their first sin was being born with melanated skin…

They where guilty at their first breath.. labeled as the least desirable…

Apart of a class with no intellect, Maafa 21 explains it best..

I was impregnated with a stigma.. the worlds most hated species… the ones that planned parenthood let slip away…

I been sleeping lightly since that day..

I had to ready myself for the battles ahead.. cause I know society wants my seeds dead..

They say white privilege ain’t a thing.. tell that to my men who was born at the root of racism suffeRING..

The risk of being killed in the street or traffic stop.. under the distress of some racist trigger happy cop..

All under the words of the justice not meant for us..

Born scarred hated by people with black hearts..

We are fighting a war we didn’t start..

I’m prepared to hold court in the streets.. with the men I birthed side by side on our feet..

Photo Copyright © 2020 Zerahyah Ysrayl

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New Things: When the Heat Finds You…

Hello Lovlies,

I hope everyone is fairing well with the stay at home orders across the world. I have been in the lab again thinking about things I could do to blog more. Well, I have been working on this project now for about a year or more. I haven’t gotten very far but I thought I would share this to see if it may seem interesting and to gain some feed back. Should I partake and venture off into my writing or should I stay in my lane? I will let you be the judge. Feedback is welcome! So, I present to you, “When the Heat Find You”, the beginning of a novella.

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“When the Heat Finds You”

Chapter 1

Smoke Alarm – Jewel

It was the third time this week and Jewel found herself alone again. Sitting in her cozy den she brushed imaginary lint from her lap.  She was hoping that she wouldn’t be stood up again. After preparing dinner she prepared herself. Perfect dress, perfect shoes. She took special care on her hair to make sure not one loc was out of place. Staring in the mirror, she wondered, would it be all for nothing? Had she chosen the perfect person to love? In that instance she realized the lines of stress had found themselves under her eyes. This type of love had aged her in ways she had not quite understood. There had to be a way to reach him without losing all that she was in the process. All she ever desired was the little girls dream of the big barbie house and 2.5 kids with a white picket fence. All that seemed childish now with all that was going on.  She was desperate to have the dream she so longed for but at what cost, her dignity, self-respect? Snapping out of her never ending thoughts she made her way to the dining room. Taking in the scenery that she created, her footsteps drowned out the thoughts that captivated her. The flickering from the candle lit table whispered for guest. Red roses and crystal dinner ware covered the white table cloth.  The wine was chilling and would soon make it appearance to the table. Staring into the flickering lights Jewel got lost in her emotional prison. She was waiting on a man that was not hers. Yet, there was something about him and though he was not hers, she was not ready to let 

go. She demanded so much of his time though he clarified many times that he was not leaving his wife.

Her eyes danced over the clock from her phone and she realized that he was late. The fire flickered across her skin as she sat sipping her glass of red wine. This was how she ended her nights when broken promises found themselves in her lap. Tears begin to fall as she pondered how she got to this place. She was some man’s mistress. She had promised herself that she would never end up like her mother. Just the thought that she was now the woman that she vowed never to become caused the hairs on her skin to raise. Rubbing her hands across her arms to find a way to trap in the heat escaping her body, she found no comfort in knowing that she was a homewrecker and that it was only a matter of time until it all caught up with her. Karma, if there was such a thing sat crouching at her door awaiting the chance to rain the same suffering that she had caused. The house she was standing in was empty and there was no love here that made it home. Every room, filled with furniture and the perfect décor but not with love. Pictures hung on the wall that reminded her that her life was all a lie. She was in a family portrait with another woman’s husband.  The only thing that she had that belong to her was the tears that were leaving tracks on her pretty face.

Jewel wasn’t the flyest woman in the room, but when she showed up, she shined in her own way. Her skin was the color of night. There was something about her midnight skin that men found her exotic. Her eyes were like stars that lit the night sky. 

She inherited her father’s skin tone and her mother’s slight curves. Her hips were slightly wider than her waist. Standing at 5’5” she was average. She had been growing her locks for 6 years and she promised herself that she would never cut them.

 If she never opened her mouth you would assume that she had an accent.  That was the reason why, that day in the bookstore Isaiah approached her. The more that she thought back to that day, the more the tears began to fall. Why did I have to entertain him, she thought?  If she had stayed focused on her book browsing, she would have even caught him staring at her. That was the day that her life changed.

He was so handsome. His caramel skin looked like it could melt if it was atop hers. The thought of touching his skin caused her to salivate. She wondered how he taste. His smile was charming and inviting. He had hazel eyes that looked like deep wells that she found herself lost in the second they made eye contact. His very presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. The boss demeanor oozed off of him and she knew that too much of him would be a bad thing. But there was something about his eyes that she couldn’t look away. The way his eyes scanned her body was hypnotic. It left her in a trance that she was in no way strong enough to break. It was as if he could see through to her very soul. She wondered if he could read her thoughts.  As she stared at him, she hoped that he wasn’t poison. She hoped that their meeting was love at first site.  Slipping into the next isle over to hide her interest she took a deep breath.  As her eyes searched the ceiling for a way out of this attraction, she could feel the heat in the small of her back. 

Her heart raced from the anticipation that he was in the next isle over.  A lump formed in her throat. Swallowing her fear she exited the isle only to walk face first into him. There he was, corners of his mouth curled loosely and eyes that introduced himself to her without a voice.

“Excuse me, I’m so sorry, I should watch where I’m going”, Jewel blushed.

“No apology needed, finding everything you are looking for okay?”

“I am.  Thank you”, Jewell replied.

“Well if you are looking for anything else let me know.”

That was how is started a simple conversation after bending a corner in a book store. A casual embrace. An immediate attraction to a stranger in a book store. No longer a stranger Isaiah had made his mark on her life and she was not ready to let him go so easily. His sexy eyes and caramel skin hypnotized her every time he gazed at her too long. Just thinking about his smile soften the rocky placed in her heart. Quickly blinking her eyes, she snapped out of the trance. So, what he bought this house that she now lived in. 

She was tired of sitting around waiting on him to make the decision to stay home with her permanently. 

She was tired of sneaking around. She was tired of being his little secret. 

She wanted to be number one. What man buys a house that he can’t stay the night in, she thought.

Jewel stood in front of the fireplace staring down at the ring on her left hand. The diamonds casted a light on the wall from the fire in front of her. This ring means nothing without a vow to go with it, she thought. Isaiah had promised her the world, he promised her his last name. Jewel Devereaux. There was no way she could have his last name if it belonged to another woman.

It wasn’t until after he had bought the house that she found out that he had a wife and 1.5 kids at home. They had been together for over a year before she found out. How could she be so stupid.  He always came up with some excuse as to why he was not able to spend the night with her or why she could not stay with him. First, it was because he had a roommate that he was not comfortable bringing his girlfriends around, as he had a horrible experience prior to meeting her. Then, it was always work or some early meeting that he needed to make sure that he was there bright and early for. He insisted that he could never focus on work when she was around, so he needed his space at his own place. He was smooth as silk with his words. How could she be so naive. She made the promise that it would be different from here on out. Either he would tell his wife so that they could be together or this house would be even more empty, without her in it.  

Gathering the empty glass and wine bottle from the table, she notices the light from her phone blinking. That was her life blinking lights. Blinking lights always meant canceled plans and disappointment.  Debating whether she was ready to except his excuses she slowly picked up the phone. Entering her passcode, she unlocked her phone to retrieve the message. Her chest rising and falling from the weight of his words, she slowly read the message from Isaiah,

ZAI: IM SORRY I CAN’T MAKE IT TONIGHT. I KNOW THAT YOU HAD PLANS FOR US. I KNOW THIS IS HARD ON YOU. SOON I PROMISE. I JUST NEED TO PUT SOME THINGS IN ORDER BEFORE I MAKE AN EXIT. I LOVE YOU KEEP IT WARM FOR ME.

The empty wine glass shattered against the brick fireplace, glass falling beneath her feet. Jewel was done. It was the same excuse and she always fell for it. KEEP IT WARM FOR ME!!  He had the nerve and he was on her last one.

“I’m over it”she yelled!

She snatched her blanket from her favorite chair to go to bed. She thought to leave her phone behind but she second guessed that. She had plans. He was coming home sooner than later. If he wanted it warm, she was willing to accommodate. She just hoped he could stand the heat because it was about to get hot. She was ready to set his whole life on fire and she would be the one holding the extinguisher.

And thats it people!! What will happen next? Leave your feed back and comments. Should I continue the story? Do you want to read more?

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