Wednesday morning I started my day with a quite overwhelming, and humble experience. A week before hand I created a poem entitled "THE LOVE OF ME". I've been fortunate enough to come across a positive individual who works with a Magazine company named "Vertikal Magazine". I started a regime of writting atleast four times a week, and ran across a man by the name of Norman Anderson -wonderful soul- who blessed me with the opportunity to have my first poem published within a company. The moment I saw the link posted on my Facebook profile I took a breath, and clicked it. The first thing I saw was, "UNSPOKEN WORDS, WELCOME TO VERTIKAL YA DIG". I like to re-read over my work countless times to see where my attention may have geared towards, or who and what inspired it. Each time I discover a different feeling. I enjoy the beauty of my work, and honestly believe that this opportunity allows me to see that what we do as individuals for ourselves INSPIRES us more than anything possible. While arriving to another experience that the heavens blessed me with, this moment enstilled within me that, "I CANT STOP & WONT STOP", as Diddy would say lol. God given talents should always be exuded and PERSISTANCY is always the key. Unspoken words will always flow from these fingertips, and I thank you all for being with me on this journey. THIS ISN'T THE ENDING OF THE BEGINNING...(A NEW START, for my beginnings will never end). YOU ARE LOVED AND APPRECIATED. -BLESS
(LINK TO WHERE THE POEM WAS PUBLISHED): http://www.vertikalmagazine.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=36&Itemid=106
The title and picture above explains alot to those who know me personally. It's generally dedicated towards a man who has inspired me, and I will fathom for the pure fact that in a situation where I misunderstood my state of contemplacity, he changed my life with one statement: DONT SACRIFICE YOUR DREAMS FOR SECURITY.
A small yet powerful statement that Ive lived to treasure. MOMENTS that flow like the blood through my veins and the ink on my body. Memories that I will always thank him for, from the bottom of my heart. "Remembering they see your flesh, while I see your heart".
- Lola B.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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