Theme: Dreams Not every dream is random. Some feel like warnings. Some feel like answers. Some feel like something or someone trying to reach you while you’re quiet enough to listen. Dreams can blur the line between memory, imagination, and something deeper. Today we explore what shows up when the world goes silent and the spirit starts speaking. ⸻ Prompt 1 – Was It Really A Dream? Write a poem about a dream that felt too real to ignore. Something that stayed with you after you woke up. Was it a warning, a message, or something you still can’t explain? ⸻ Prompt 2 – I Met Something There Write a poem about an encounter in a dream. This could be a person, a presence, a version of yourself, or something unexplainable. What did it leave you with? ⸻ Prompt 3 – Dreams Speak in Symbols Write a poem using dream-like imagery and symbolism instead of direct explanation. Let the meaning reveal itself through metaphor, not clarity.

Soooooo your girl was been in the studio….😏 And as I finally finalize work on this long time coming LP, I need your help! ⏳ Anticipated release 2027 ⏳ There are two versions of this track sample and I want honest ears on both before I move forward. Version I Version II Vote below: 1 = Version I 2 = Version II And tell me why: which one feels more haunting, more cinematic, more emotionally exact, more replayable? I’m listening for: the vocal tone, pacing, atmosphere, tension, and which version actually leaves a mark after the 1:40 ends. Help me choose which version of “I Was a Sky” deserves the next stage. 🌌

Theme: The Soundtrack of My Life Music does more than fill silence. It testifies. It timestamps. It drags memory out by the collar. Some songs raised us. Some exposed us. Some held our hand through chapters we barely survived. Today we write the life that lived between speakers, choruses, breakdowns, and bars. Prompt 1 – I Learned Life in 16 Bars Write a poem about the music that taught you something real before life explained it gently. What did rhythm, lyrics, or genre teach you about love, pain, confidence, grief, survival, or selfhood? Prompt 2 – This Beat Got Receipts Write a poem about a song that knows too much about you. A track that brings back a version of you, a truth, a wound, or a memory every time it plays. Prompt 3 – Every Wound Got a Playlist Write a poem about a season of your life through sound. Let the music, genre, or lyric style become the emotional map for what that chapter felt like.

Lost in Translation was the beginning ... We built towers with our tongues— Not to reach heaven… but to divide it. We argued over syllables, Debated over dialect, Split churches over commas While the message bled out on the floor. We translated words… But never transformed hearts. It was never about Greek or Hebrew, Never about how clean you could quote it— Because even demons know scripture. It was & always been about living it. Love your enemy Not just the one who looks like you, Votes like you, Prays like you… But the one who broke you. Forgive Not seven times, But until your pride runs out of breath And your ego dies on the altar. Feed the hungry Feed the world Not for a post, Not for applause, But because somewhere along the way You realized… that could’ve been you. We shout “truth!” But whisper compassion. We preach “grace!” But practice judgment. And somehow we think heaven applauds that? No— We didn’t misunderstand the language… We avoided the responsibility. Because it’s easier to debate translation Than to crucify your flesh. Easier to quote the light Than to be the light. We turned the message into noise... A thousand voices, A million interpretations, But one truth still standing strong Love God. Love people. Love your sisters & brothers Simple. Offensive. Demanding everything. And still… we complicated it. So don’t tell me the world is broken Because we don’t understand the words... The world is broken Because we refuse to become them. So here’s the question Not what did The Living Testament say.. But why don’t we live like He meant it? ~"B"

Today centers contact around…Inspiration In honor of National Poetry Month (What inspires you to continue to push your pen? Where do you pull your inspiration from? ) A small trace. A mark left without explanation. What you offer can be brief. A line. An image. An acknowledgment. Leave it where attention happened to land. Here's my offering: Music, Spiritual Downloads, Being in creative spaces amongst my fellow, creatives ,books, movies, current events, and paying homage to those who came before me through spoken word😌 And of course poetry prompts that resonate with me🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾