Poem 2: A Poets Heart

A Poet's Heart


by Stormy Monday


What would sunder a poet’s heart more
than being ignored?
It is no doubt, not being heard.
The sediments of my words,
my thoughts
echo in abandoned stations,
litter busy sidewalks,
and suffer lonely street corners.
Murdered by numbers that
keep time with my patience,
stopping clocks and disappearing acts
keep me guessing
for the future
of my life
and of humankind.


My words bounce off steel buildings,
left cold and shivering
by cyber roadsides
From a lovers fingers I hear the blatant
click clacking over my words
pass right by my heart
and leave me running behind
begging for his ear to listen.


Flickering lights populate the city
picturesque of a limited intelligence.
Pure evidence of forgotten humanity
and our righteous beginnings.
I shout out at the street lights,
"DAMN YOU AND YOUR SLAVISH
EXISTENCE”!


You can stand there in your obscene arrogance but
DON’T YOU DARE THROW ME AWAY"!


In my struggle,
my spirit continues to dwell in
the primordial waters of my ancestors.
I seek redemption in the sacred tombs
of the forgotten Kings and Queens.
HE in many faces pays me favor
for my deligence in keeping the message
and history lifted
in this sacrilegious world.


Blessed are my tears for the cause.
I am one of many fighting and
surviving the perils of psuedo propinquity.
My words are not without conviction
nor are they without deed.
I will ride or die for these words.


So,
find me at the end of the road
among the ranks
of the enlightened souls.
While these truths guide me and
lead me to promised shores
the ignorant shall remain nameless
in the eyes of a true soldier.
This is where I began,
this is what I am,
and here is where
I will take my last breathe.

Poem "Untitled"

You stand there
not surprised
as another door
closes right in
your face.

You hear footsteps,
walk away without care.
You hear no hesitations
as if,
maybe,
there had been a mistake.

It is no surprise to you
that there are no requests for
forgiveness.

In that moment
there is no one in the world
but you.
Well, at least in your world.

What is it about you
that made him run away
than to stay
when you needed him the most?

What is it about you
that made him feel
that real communication
came in the form of
insults and fists?

What is it about you
that made him
abandon you.
As if, he forgot that
he was ever in love
with your mother?

What happened to make you tired?
What happened to make you cry?
What happened to make you doubt yourself?
What happened to make you break?

You don't know and don't care about
the psychology of the Black Woman.

You could care less about our state of mind,
unless, it benefits you.

It takes too much time, too much energy.

Hell, to them, you're just not worth it.

Jazz Me Up!

"Miles Davis"

acrylic on wood panel

"Charles Mingus"

acrylic on wood panel

"Thelonius Monk"

acrylic on wood panel

Please Take A Seat

I apologize for the missing video. Unfortunately, the link to Youtube will not play and for some reason it will not download to this page. I am currently working on this issue. However, this is a site specific piece. It was done at Myrtle Beach. The spheres are actually ice balls with Christmas lights in the inside. I used a few wooden 2x4's, copper wire and some found grass along the beach.

In a moment, we awake and feel as if we can conquer the world. In one moment, we can feel as if we have liberated ourselves from our mental bondage. There is a moment, when we decide to clean out our emotional closet and let go of the things that just don't fit. There is that moment, when we use invasive actions to remove an malignant forces that hinder our progress.

However, those moments are preceded by some act of carelessness, deceit, thievery, abuse, maltreatment that derails us from reason. Something, at that time seemed uncontrollable, irresistible, unobtainable, unsustainable. A choice was made, under certain situations that summoned the wrath of all that is evil. Leaving you ass out! And in those moments, we fill everything but liberated, empowered, and capable. Our intelligence has left the building.Then, after the drama ends and the dust has settled. We look to the horizon as we laugh and say to ourselves, "It's not that serious".

This is a piece dedicated to the choices that we make. This is my first video installation. I know that the lighting is not good, but this was the first time I actually worked with video and editing equipment. I decided to post this one because this is the first of many videos that I will post and I would like to share with you the my progress with each video. I know that the beginning of this commentary was some what heavy but it's not that serious.

Where Am I?

Let me introduce myself, my name is
Stormy Monday. I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, a good friend and an artist. I have decided to dedicate this space for my artistic expression and growth.

I have loved art for as long as I could hold a crayon and scribble. I feel at home in my own little world when I am creating things. I love painting. I started out as a self-taught artist. Everything that I have learned about painting I learned from watching Bob Ross with his happy afro, art books and instructional painting books. I would sit in my room and paint for hours while listening to music. Art is a source of healing for me.

These paintings with the deadwood trees are like my trademarks. I painted them with curves to represent the female energy. These trees are a symbol of the rebirth. Transformations that we as women find necessary to perform throughout our lives. With every good or bad experience there is the opportunity to re-invent ourselves. Sometimes the change in voluntary. Sometimes it's not. But, whatever the situation, the opportunity for change is there.

I am currently enrolled in college to finish my degree in art with a minor in education, a minor in art history and a minor in women's studies. It is my intention to become an art teacher and to teach middle school or high school. I started a career assisting a doctor in a family practice. I love helping people, but, getting kicked in the uterus while giving immunizations, getting snotted and sneezed on, pulling wax plugs out of hairy ears and assisting in gyno exams at 7:30 in the morning is not quite how I wanted to spend the majority of my day. In essence, all I wanted to do is just paint. I had ideas. I had feelings. There were things that I wanted to say but I could not express in complete sentences. So, I decided to invest in my happiness. If I am going to spend more than 8 hours away from my children, I want it to for something that I love. I want it to be for something that I believe in. And, I believe in the power of creative energy and how it can bring out the best in our children.


Since I have started classes at the university, I have learned many things, especially in my art classes. I have been blessed with some of the best influences in my instructors and new friends. I have now fell in love with sculpture. Using new mediums and techniques makes me even more excited and curious about the possibilities of my artwork.


It is my intentions to explore these new mediums and techniques as I continue to express my feelings, thoughts and emotions. I would like to share my artistic experiences with you. And as I journey through these experiences I would like for you to share with me your support, your feelings and constructive comments. Thank you.
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Even the smallest feat deserves an ovation, even if you are the only one standing.