Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
SHANNA.SAND.SAUL WILLIAMS
SHANNA!!!!!
sand
sand
is the remnants of rocks
broken by tides
and dried
into someone else's paradise
sanding their experience
so life is smooth
while you are crushed
and feel nothing anymore
i don't want to be a rock
Copyright ©2007 Shanna Melton
SAUL WILLIAMS=AMAZING
SAUL WILLIAMS PERFORMING IN FRONT OF SHANNA'S ART!!!!!
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Amiri & Ameenah Baraka
Shanna & Amiri Baraka...He has so much heart!!
Shanna & Ameenah Baraka...She is an amazing poet and beautiful woman...it was a pleasure to be in her company.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
I know I am living when...
I know I am living when I am sharing my art, poetic and visual. This was a great moment!!!
How I Began Painting Boxes
How I Began Painting Boxes
There was a kitchen appliance store on the corner of my street when I was younger. My father would walk me to there every Saturday to choose an empty refrigerator box. I remember thinking he was so strong carrying that big box on his back and walking all the way home.
He would put it in the back yard and get out his box cutter so he could cut an I on two sides and a door that he would open for me. I ran inside and pushed out the windows he cut, and then we would look at each other and smile. “Go get your paint,” he would say, and I did.
I painted flowers under the windows, a window on the door, bricks and birds, and my cat at the bottom waiting to come inside. Then I would move my dolls in and we would play. We had a home until the rain came and it was time for a new box.
Saturday morning trips became a ritual until the winter came and it was too cold to build a home. That is how I began painting boxes.
There was a kitchen appliance store on the corner of my street when I was younger. My father would walk me to there every Saturday to choose an empty refrigerator box. I remember thinking he was so strong carrying that big box on his back and walking all the way home.
He would put it in the back yard and get out his box cutter so he could cut an I on two sides and a door that he would open for me. I ran inside and pushed out the windows he cut, and then we would look at each other and smile. “Go get your paint,” he would say, and I did.
I painted flowers under the windows, a window on the door, bricks and birds, and my cat at the bottom waiting to come inside. Then I would move my dolls in and we would play. We had a home until the rain came and it was time for a new box.
Saturday morning trips became a ritual until the winter came and it was too cold to build a home. That is how I began painting boxes.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
PROF. BALL..
PROF. ANTHONY BALL MADE HIS TRANSITION LAST WEEK. THE WORLD FEELS A BIT SMALLER AND SAD TO ME THESE DAYS. I KNOW THAT IT IS NOT WHAT HE WANTS SINCE HE IS THE ONE WHO HELPED ME SEE THAT THE WORLD IS HUGE AND I CAN TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT. HE ENCOURAGED, MOTIVATED, INSPIRED, AND PROVIDED A GREAT FRIENDSHIP. HE IS ONE OF THE MEN IN MY LIFE THAT WAS AN EXAMPLE OF WHAT A MAN SHOULD BE, STRONG, PRESENT, MOTIVATED. THE PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE WHO LOVE YOU INTO A BETTER PERSON SHOULD NEVER BE TAKEN FOR GRANTED. HOLD THEM EACH DAY AND TAKE THEM INTO ALL THINGS POSITIVE IN YOUR LIFE. THIS IS HOW I WILL HONOR PROF. BALL, BY NOT QUITTING AND MEETING MY PURPOSE IN THE WORLD. THANK YOU PROF. BALL, FOR SEEING ME AND MY POSSIBILITIES BEFORE I SAW MYSELF.
1LOVE,
SHANNA
1LOVE,
SHANNA
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Martin & Malcolm
Martin & Malcolm
Martin & Malcolm
Blood poured into separations
until they were full
and clarity was submerged.
Only those who touched villainy
knew what had changed
those with a complete loss of faith
are the first to feel the earth shifting
they have watched hope dissolve and emptiness spread
they have pondered the idea of blood being clear inside your body
and why it chooses to leave it red
the sun came up those days
and we god dressed
some prayed
gathered our kids and went about business those days
kissed our lovers
missed our lovers
welcomed our lovers home those days
we checked on the movement and lost guidance those days
when breathing was uneasy and the center portion of your hearts turned solid
in the name of testimony
everyone asking what we will do now
who will we march behind
and live our dreams for
achieve our dreams by any means for
who will lead us now
the spiritual riot was not documented
the tears
silence
screams
nightmares
consoling
fear
ache
none of it was placed on a canvas
and displayed for the world to experience
only the broken cities and anger was on the radio and tv
so if you didn’t live it
you missed the world shifting
and you were hypnotized
while hope dissolved and emptiness spread
only the villains rejoiced those days
when the world learned that
Martin and Malcolm were dead
they danced while we cried
over those spots where the blood turned red
they laughed while we watched emptiness spread
the best weapon in war is reserve
the best weapon in war is reserve
so when the enemy believes you’ve been conquered
you can come back in survival mode
our leaders, they were dreamers
and the divine told them
to store faith in our stomachs
and hope in our toes
so we would be hungry for better
and we could walk towards forever
living out dreams
what is legacy
it is the world remembering
what you lived and died for
what we need to survive for
the sun will come up these days
we will get dressed
some will pray
we will gather our kids and go about our business these days
we will kiss our lovers
miss our livers
and welcome our lovers home these days
then we will check out the movement
remember we are it
and rub the solid center of our hearts for inspiration
motivation
determination
and we will share our dreams and testimonies with our children
so they will never be conquered
©ShannaT.Melton2007
Martin & Malcolm
Blood poured into separations
until they were full
and clarity was submerged.
Only those who touched villainy
knew what had changed
those with a complete loss of faith
are the first to feel the earth shifting
they have watched hope dissolve and emptiness spread
they have pondered the idea of blood being clear inside your body
and why it chooses to leave it red
the sun came up those days
and we god dressed
some prayed
gathered our kids and went about business those days
kissed our lovers
missed our lovers
welcomed our lovers home those days
we checked on the movement and lost guidance those days
when breathing was uneasy and the center portion of your hearts turned solid
in the name of testimony
everyone asking what we will do now
who will we march behind
and live our dreams for
achieve our dreams by any means for
who will lead us now
the spiritual riot was not documented
the tears
silence
screams
nightmares
consoling
fear
ache
none of it was placed on a canvas
and displayed for the world to experience
only the broken cities and anger was on the radio and tv
so if you didn’t live it
you missed the world shifting
and you were hypnotized
while hope dissolved and emptiness spread
only the villains rejoiced those days
when the world learned that
Martin and Malcolm were dead
they danced while we cried
over those spots where the blood turned red
they laughed while we watched emptiness spread
the best weapon in war is reserve
the best weapon in war is reserve
so when the enemy believes you’ve been conquered
you can come back in survival mode
our leaders, they were dreamers
and the divine told them
to store faith in our stomachs
and hope in our toes
so we would be hungry for better
and we could walk towards forever
living out dreams
what is legacy
it is the world remembering
what you lived and died for
what we need to survive for
the sun will come up these days
we will get dressed
some will pray
we will gather our kids and go about our business these days
we will kiss our lovers
miss our livers
and welcome our lovers home these days
then we will check out the movement
remember we are it
and rub the solid center of our hearts for inspiration
motivation
determination
and we will share our dreams and testimonies with our children
so they will never be conquered
©ShannaT.Melton2007
Friday, April 6, 2007
love is eternal
love is eternal
it is a spirit that walks into a room
and pulls separate lives together
separate bodies together
separate experiences together
leaving people in awe of each other
love gathers all the endorphins in your body
and pushes them to the surface
so you glow at the mention of their name
and the world thinks you look so good
love makes us warriors
defending all we know and want to survive
it swims in oozing blood and tear filled eyes
hands that grasp life as a whole
and carries it off to safety
defender of all things sacred
from secrets to transitions
we rock our red uniform and purple heart
into the heavens
because it never dies
it just changes
similar to weather, tides, and moons
the earth’s balance is dependent
on who embraces its changes
and holds tight during storms
do you hear her crying
i hear her crying
do you hear her crying
i hear her crying
a love song that resounds so loud
that the atmosphere turns it into a hum
even when she believes it is a roar
do you hear him crying
i hear him crying
do you hear him crying
i hear him crying
a love song that resounds so loud
that the atmosphere turns it into a hum
even when he believes it is a roar
love is lonely sometimes
as we walk on top of each letter in unrequited
in an attempt to balance
our mind and heart
so that neither comes back broken
some love just takes too long to repair
heal
journey beyond
so we sit in it
and allow the pieces to fall through the separations of our fingers
cutting the hope from our tips so we can’t press on
and move beyond right now
love makes us hope all drama is preparation
that the blood, tears, fights, and change
are all on the path to our bliss
where we lay side by side on summer nights
discovering that ice and skin taste best as a combination
and winter days are when human blankets are warmest
when we are handed the sound of two voices made one
screaming the praises of their journey
a heart beat added to the worlds rhythm
so strong that we never regret our hum
and we hold hands through life
pulling the other out of sadness
out of poverty
out of silence
out of pain
and into freedom
until we are buried together
hoping that time will not forget how we were unified
because we really do need someone else
if life was meant for solitude
we would have been placed here alone
©ShannaT.Melton2007
love is eternal
it is a spirit that walks into a room
and pulls separate lives together
separate bodies together
separate experiences together
leaving people in awe of each other
love gathers all the endorphins in your body
and pushes them to the surface
so you glow at the mention of their name
and the world thinks you look so good
love makes us warriors
defending all we know and want to survive
it swims in oozing blood and tear filled eyes
hands that grasp life as a whole
and carries it off to safety
defender of all things sacred
from secrets to transitions
we rock our red uniform and purple heart
into the heavens
because it never dies
it just changes
similar to weather, tides, and moons
the earth’s balance is dependent
on who embraces its changes
and holds tight during storms
do you hear her crying
i hear her crying
do you hear her crying
i hear her crying
a love song that resounds so loud
that the atmosphere turns it into a hum
even when she believes it is a roar
do you hear him crying
i hear him crying
do you hear him crying
i hear him crying
a love song that resounds so loud
that the atmosphere turns it into a hum
even when he believes it is a roar
love is lonely sometimes
as we walk on top of each letter in unrequited
in an attempt to balance
our mind and heart
so that neither comes back broken
some love just takes too long to repair
heal
journey beyond
so we sit in it
and allow the pieces to fall through the separations of our fingers
cutting the hope from our tips so we can’t press on
and move beyond right now
love makes us hope all drama is preparation
that the blood, tears, fights, and change
are all on the path to our bliss
where we lay side by side on summer nights
discovering that ice and skin taste best as a combination
and winter days are when human blankets are warmest
when we are handed the sound of two voices made one
screaming the praises of their journey
a heart beat added to the worlds rhythm
so strong that we never regret our hum
and we hold hands through life
pulling the other out of sadness
out of poverty
out of silence
out of pain
and into freedom
until we are buried together
hoping that time will not forget how we were unified
because we really do need someone else
if life was meant for solitude
we would have been placed here alone
©ShannaT.Melton2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
eyes
eyes
friends and enemies
telling me little
everything,
and too much
witness tragedy and joy
a book for my mind to criticize
and hold in esteem
like and bibles at church alters
the ones who know all
and who are acknowledged the least
until they are damaged
and our visual connection to the universe
becomes obsolete
eyes
eyes
eyes
dry with the sun
and water with the rain
define the earth
and our spirit simultaneously
fall like sheets
over our souls
and protects us
the way god does the earth
with night
they remove us from right now
and provide day dream slide shows
of paradise
when screaming is not an option
eyes
eyes
eyes
speak
when words are lost
or lacking
hear
when silence is the only option
center and dim
when there is no life left
eyes
eyes
eyes
jump
throb
roll
laugh for happy souls
pout for sad souls
cry for lost souls
understand for unforgiving souls
eyes
give reality to the unsure
they show us how far we have traveled
to stand in the moment
when we finally see ourselves
©ShannaT.Melton2006
friends and enemies
telling me little
everything,
and too much
witness tragedy and joy
a book for my mind to criticize
and hold in esteem
like and bibles at church alters
the ones who know all
and who are acknowledged the least
until they are damaged
and our visual connection to the universe
becomes obsolete
eyes
eyes
eyes
dry with the sun
and water with the rain
define the earth
and our spirit simultaneously
fall like sheets
over our souls
and protects us
the way god does the earth
with night
they remove us from right now
and provide day dream slide shows
of paradise
when screaming is not an option
eyes
eyes
eyes
speak
when words are lost
or lacking
hear
when silence is the only option
center and dim
when there is no life left
eyes
eyes
eyes
jump
throb
roll
laugh for happy souls
pout for sad souls
cry for lost souls
understand for unforgiving souls
eyes
give reality to the unsure
they show us how far we have traveled
to stand in the moment
when we finally see ourselves
©ShannaT.Melton2006
Monday, March 19, 2007
MY BIRTHDAY!!!
BIRTHDAY PARTY PICTURES...PARTY 3/3/07...ACTUAL BIRTHDAY 3/5...THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO CAME OUT AND MADE IT FANTASTIC!!!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Lyrical Voices 1.19.07
Lyrical Voices was wonderful this month. Thanks so much to all those who attended and brought the enormous amount of love with them. Marc Marcel, you are the man and I am so proud to call you my friend. This is where you can call home. If anyone wants to purchase items or book him, you can visit www.marcmarcel.com.
Our hosts for next month will be Nathan P. and Tantra. We look forward to seeing you and your friends!!
1love,
Shanna
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Featured Artist on WWW.CHUMASPIRIT.COM
Check it out everyone, I am the featured artist on WWW.CHUMASPIRIT.COM... your girl is making moves. Chuma is such a great supporter of my art and his presence has become so uplifting. Take time to view all the artists he is helping to promote.
Also check out www.tantrasmasterwordplay.com, I did not link you correctly the first time so check out Tantra when you are done looking all up and through this site.
Visit me again on myspace... http://www.myspace.com/shannapoetartist
That is all for now.
1love,
Shanna
Also check out www.tantrasmasterwordplay.com, I did not link you correctly the first time so check out Tantra when you are done looking all up and through this site.
Visit me again on myspace... http://www.myspace.com/shannapoetartist
That is all for now.
1love,
Shanna
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