Poetic Release | Calling All The Messengers | Event

On the 8th November I had the pleasure of attending an event held by Poetic Release, to have an evening of live music, poetry and positive vibes - event I couldn’t miss :). The night was called “Calling all the Messengers”, staying true to its theme I got to hear a vary of different acts share their message of the gospel using their talents.


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Below is my accounts of the night. Starting with the host with the most - AJ Taylor greeted the audience with her fantastic personality :)




Loved hearing Lena’s spoken word piece that she shared on the night




Serena Dalton & Pete Coggan blessed us with his beautiful sounds of voice and guitar x




King Jim used his rap skills to share his story and the gospel





My personal favourite of the night Sarah Amankwah, came in a surprising way. Incase you get to see her perform I will not spoil it for you, but I suggest you check her out :)





Fabz joined the night, and I thought it was very beautiful that his wife also came to the mic, their duo touched my heart.



Natalie TB surprised the night with her varied voice overs - it was v. entertaining x



There was many other amazing acts on the night as well as a live band + Plus an open mic section was there on the night, showcasing the beautiful talent in the room. Make sure you check and support the Poetic Release page x

A Lust Thing | Mina West




Ever been stuck in a situation where you are battling between the lines of lust and love? When you start falling for someone, but worried they only care about one part of the “relationship”, knowing you deserve more but not knowing how to leave. A Lust Thing poem digs into that area, something that was written PRE Let’s Be Honest.


This poem was created after an open honest conversation with a friend many years ago. We was just having one of our little girlie conversations around guys and love and what does it really mean to be in love? And then the theme of lust started coming into play, why is it that us females (and some males included) allow ourselves to be subject of lust, knowing that we yearn for something deeper  - Love. The line repeated in this poem is “but this is just a lust thing, so I can’t win”. I have experience situations where I know what I’m doing is wrong, and inevitably I will be the one broken and upset, but I still entertained it.


This poem sub-title “Let’s Be Honest Prelude”, because I wanted whoever was listening to understand this poem reflects a past time in my life. My poetry is often a snapshot of my life/mind frame at that moment as I use poetry as a form of release. As I always say, I have a couple of pieces I have written over the years that I had never shared on the “online platform” and this is me sharing it now. Do I still battle with lust, of course I do - I’m HUMAN :), but listening back to this poem always helps me remember it’s love I truly desire.


Random fact, this poem was initially just called “Settle” - title recently changed because … I just thought it sounded better. But the underlying theme of it stays the same, don’t settle!


Production Info
Literally me and my friend filmed this together, one shot and a couple of practice rounds. I love the light in this shot, and yes we go in and out of focus a couple of times, and bits of it is not in sync with the words, I still love it :D.

Music backing track by my @bimas


Mina West x




Lyrics
I'll settle for lust because I can't feel Love
I'll settle because
his warm ripped body
pressed onto mine feels so fine
on my flesh
His sweat drips mixes with mine
from that heat of our chest
makes undressed the outfit
my skin feels at best in
as he carefully caressed
his body
in perfect time
continuously giving me more
never less
but you see it's my soul conscious that feels detest
Temptation is that test that I fail
as the sensation fools my head
into the land of fairy tell
I become weak and frail for this male
Start listening to all those sweet lines that he sells
get happy the off time that he bells
the many times hese made my cheek bones swirl
and how he just knows how to make girls toes curl
thinking ...
this could be more than just a fling
be one of those things in which my heart gets sucked in
instead of thrown aside and placed right down in the bin
because being a bit on the side
translation meaning
this is just a lust thing
so I can't win


I guess I will just go on and settle
cause I played helpless in his arms
Ignoring all alarms
made my head and heart unarmed
so they were easily defeated by his charm
as if to say he put a spell on me to make me charmed
but it was all my wrong doing
get easily sprung for a guy
glueing myself onto a guy
who was just screwing with my brain
for a screw to entertain
I'll satisfy his wet dreams
but my daydreams
fly high to the sky
because on earth
day dreams are meely bypass time
used to save myself from confronting that truth again
that
this is just a lust thing
so I can't win


But I'm the one that allowed myself to be taken
Mind, body, soul all shaken
so its promises to myself that i'm breaking
with my promiscuous endeavours
I endeavour in
I'm constantly measuring
How far I can actually go with him
until I do something stupid
like
actually fall in love with him
but you see
this is just a lust thing
I find him so untrusting
so being love must be too far to reach
I'd stretch myself so far
give all my time and energy
but loves to far to meet
from my past to others I should teach
but in present day all of that from my head just seems to leak
try take on the role of the independent woman
and dear myself to leave
retrieve any pride I have left
but this chemistry
leaves this sexual relief
that thieves every opportunity  
with him we revise each other's biology
so I stop thinking logically
because not only physically but mentally
I've become attached
it wasn't intentionally
but it was inevitably
as the attraction made its match
so Now
my minds strapped onto you
so I can't think before I do
and its my actions I can't bare
tear myself up every time I remember an intimate moment that we shared
every time I stopped and gave a dam
and cared
wish I could have the plan
to act like the man and leave you stranded then maybe I could understand
but all that attention I demanded
wasn't the position he had landed in


now here in reality
living life's brutality
telling myself again that
this is just a lust thing
I'll settle for lust because I can't feel Love
I'll settle because
his warm ripped body
pressed onto mine feels so fine
on my flesh
His sweat drips mixes with mine
from that heat of our chest
makes undressed the outfit
my skin feels at best in
as he carefully caressed
his body
in perfect time
continuously giving me more
never less
but you see it's my soul conscious that feels detest
Temptation is that test that I fail
as the sensation fools my head
into the land of fairy tell
I become weak and frail for this male
Start listening to all those sweet lines that he sells
get happy the off time that he bells
the many times hese made my cheek bones swirl
and how he just knows how to make girls toes curl
thinking ...
this could be more than just a fling
be one of those things in which my heart gets sucked in
instead of thrown aside and placed right down in the bin
because being a bit on the side
translation meaning
this is just a lust thing
so I can't win


I guess I will just go on and settle
cause I played helpless in his arms
Ignoring all alarms
made my head and heart unarmed
so they were easily defeated by his charm
as if to say he put a spell on me to make me charmed
but it was all my wrong doing
get easily sprung for a guy
glueing myself onto a guy
who was just screwing with my brain
for a screw to entertain
I'll satisfy his wet dreams
but my daydreams
fly high to the sky
because on earth
day dreams are meely bypass time
used to save myself from confronting that truth again
that
this is just a lust thing
so I can't win


But I'm the one that allowed myself to be taken
Mind, body, soul all shaken
so its promises to myself that i'm breaking
with my promiscuous endeavours
I endeavour in
I'm constantly measuring
How far I can actually go with him
until I do something stupid
like
actually fall in love with him
but you see
this is just a lust thing
I find him so untrusting
so being love must be too far to reach
I'd stretch myself so far
give all my time and energy
but loves to far to meet
from my past to others I should teach
but in present day all of that from my head just seems to leak
try take on the role of the independent woman
and dear myself to leave
retrieve any pride I have left
but this chemistry
leaves this sexual relief
that thieves every opportunity  
with him we revise each other's biology
so I stop thinking logically
because not only physically but mentally
I've become attached
it wasn't intentionally
but it was inevitably
as the attraction made its match
so Now
my minds strapped onto you
so I can't think before I do
and its my actions I can't bare
tear myself up every time I remember an intimate moment that we shared
every time I stopped and gave a dam
and cared
wish I could have the plan
to act like the man and leave you stranded then maybe I could understand
but all that attention I demanded
wasn't the position he had landed in


now here in reality
living life's brutality
telling myself again that
this is just a lust thing


so I can’t win

Good Father | Prentice Powell



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I’ve been hooked on Prentice Powell words for a little while now, so it’s no shock I’m doing a post on how he inspires me. It was hard deciding what poem to discuss about, so I will 100% be doing another one =) But today I chose “Good Father”, the reason why I personally fell in love with spoken word poetry was because it was unapologetic of its vulnerability. When I share my poetry, I literally share a piece of me - and this is exactly what I felt I got from Prentice Powell.


Often in life we hear the females version of being a single mother, not to often we hear from the single father’s perspective. On Arsenio’s show Prentice lays down his truth, how difficult it is for him to not see his son as often as he should, describing his son as himself because his son is a part of him. As he shared his truth on the stage, he broke out of “performing” and actually SHARED his emotions. I cried, when I saw he was tearing up. On his youtube page the description part he literally just writes “I just kept telling myself ‘make it through the poem P’”. I believe he was not performing at that moment in time, but declaring that he wanted his son.


The poem makes a statement on social media reality, we see people’s lives through social media and we automatically think everything is good on their end, sometimes even thinking “why can’t my life be that good”. But he’s telling you don’t call me a Good Father, because of a picture you have seen on social media, as there is so much going on beyond that picture. His reality is that he does not even get to see his son, because of distance. And even though, he contributes half of his child’s expenses, he is not given half the time, going on to say the pain it feels to know another man is raising his son. Which is his job.


Prentice Powell also makes a comment on how it is to be a “black father”, if you are familiar with his work, he does speak frequently on the black male’s image and the misconception of it. “the fact that I’m black should be irrelevant when it comes to my ability to raise my son”, as people think fathers like him are extinct - but here you have it a man and all he wants is a chance with his son.


This poem INSPIRES me, because it’s true x

Mina West x