Category: Creative Work

  • Summer Time / Summer’s On — IBJB × PES

    Summer Time / Summer’s On — IBJB × PES

    Summer Time original IBJB illustrated poetry flyer

    Summer Time / Summer’s On
    Written by IBJB · PES / FinalE production

    Slick with the sunlight slidin’ in a side street shimmer
    Uptown energy in a down south simmer
    Mid July magic with a midnight glimmer
    Movin’ like a melody meltin’ in mirrors

    Everybody textin’ me you ready?
    I be like gurllll neva
    Runnin’ on adrenaline espresso and whatever
    Traffic on the Parkway tryna test my endeavor
    I’m a summertime storm with a soft gold tether

    Motor revvin’ reckless with a rhythm in the chrome
    Every block buzzin’ like it’s callin’ me home

    I’m wearing
    foundation on my face
    still embedded with his smile
    Windows down wind wild
    whole vibe in a spiral
    Bassline banging
    like it’s beggin’ for a trial
    It’s summer time
    Summer’s On and its hittin’
    like a long lost rival
    And the PES beat so dense
    it could warp the vinyl

    Pushin pedal to tha metal
    ohh damn!!
    Now
    that’s a fine brutha
    A lil picnic side panic
    I’m tryna arrive in time
    while the food still covered
    Damn near
    got whiplash and hit tha curb
    Tryna play it off
    like somethin fell in my shirt
    haha
    ( tryna look kewl)

    Phone blowin’ up
    like gurllll where you at stop!
    But I’m already three turns deep
    bout to hit tha block
    Tryna get to tha cookout
    before the baby-back ribs drop

    Aunties in the kitchen
    with the pots on blast
    Uncles in the yard
    talkin’ loud ‘bout the past
    Kids runnin’ wild
    like they built to be fast
    And the whole block smell
    like a memory cast

    I been running all day
    talking shyt thru text
    Like backyard politickin’ is a flex

    DJs playing music
    and we sooo outside yo
    Sun bout to set
    and I owned the amber glow

    Take a pouting selfie post it nd say
    I guess he dumped nd ditched me
    I was really rollin solo all weekend
    But I just posted it for attention

    Cmon

    Tha phone ding
    Location pinged
    he said I seen ya post
    FaceTimed said I’m too fine
    to be out with ghosts
    (I knew that’d get em)
    He callin me but he standing close

    Restin in my feminine and I can appreciate the pressure
    Everything bout em
    makes my senses stir
    He flashed that million dollar smile
    classic pinky and thumb 🤙🤔
    telephone gesture

    I giggled wit a wink
    to give em the right notion
    The ‘come closer’ hand motion
    I’m giving all the choosing signals
    He came over smelling so good
    The chemistry was undisputed

    Baby C’mon
    Lookin like a hungry wolf
    ( I know this oud for you boo) 😂

    He said I smell delicious
    Peppermint pop lipstick
    wit that long-lasting satin finish
    rockin a fringed linen long shirt dress with a slipstream sway
    Heatwave halo locs in a rose gold spray
    If you ridin’ better slide
    I don’t wanna wait
    cuz the night too young
    and the sun too brave

    Summer’s on baby
    and I’m meltin’ the day

    Whole vibe buttery smooth
    til the DJ got bold
    Played some bullshit so sudden
    damn near froze the soul
    I looked around like
    “ain’t nobody stoppin’ him??”
    Started mentally planning
    a summertime heist for the aux cord again

    ~~ IBJB 🎙️

  • Die Airy (Diary) | IBJB

    Die Airy (Diary) | IBJB


    Die Airy (Diary) | IBJB

    Die Airy (Diary)

    They think tryin’ sounds soft
    Cuz it don’t yell
    because it don’t sell quick
    cuz it don’t come with trophies or bells
    But tryin’ is pressure management
    Damage control
    Stamina tests
    Balance and soul
    It’s losin’ loud
    Learnin’ quiet
    Still showin’ up
    When the doubt gets giant
    Some flex bravado
    Trauma wrapped in applause
    Some flex silence
    Call avoidance evolved
    But tryin’ is sittin’ with the mess you caused
    Then fixin’ the wiring
    Instead of blamin’ the cords
    Yeah, I already know
    That landed different over here
    Tryin’ is pivotin’ plans
    When the math goes wrong
    Still keepin’ rhythm
    When the map ain’t drawn
    Back bent
    Chest out
    Still standin’ strong
    Makin’ peace with a pace
    You swore wasn’t fast enough
    We praise glow ups
    Not the grind beneath
    Not the nights
    You negotiated sleep
    Not the pride you swallowed
    Just to stay intact
    Not the tears you folded
    Into discipline and facts
    Tryin’ is progress in fragments
    Habits stacked
    Damage patched
    Traction gained
    No camera crew
    No captions
    Just consistency
    Clappin’ back
    This diary ain’t weakness
    It’s field notes
    Blueprints written by somebody
    Who refused to ghost their own life
    So if your pace ain’t matchin’
    Somebody else’s reel
    Good
    Tryin’ means
    You’re buildin’ somethin’ real
    Still here
    Still sharp
    Still breathin’ through doubt
    That ain’t delay
    That’s evidence

    ~~ IBJB 🎙️

    Creative Credits & Provenance

    Die Airy (Diary) | IBJB

    Original words, poetry & concept: Jamie Bond (IBJB)
    Audio production & collaboration: FinalE | Poem Star Studios
    Audio presentations: Die Airy (Diary) and Die Airy × Speak On (Mashup)
    Creative presentation: IBJB | UnMutedInk Publishing & Studios

    © Jamie Bond | Original written work. All rights reserved.

  • Becoming

    Becoming

    Becoming is quiet
    A slow unfurling
    A gentle shedding
    A soft surrender

    Becoming is
    Learning to hold yourself
    With the same tenderness
    You offer others

    Becoming is
    A journey inward
    A return home
    To the self you forgot
    But never lost

    ~~ IBJB 🎙️

  • The Versions of Me.

    The Versions of Me.

    I’ve lived
    so many versions of myself
    That sometimes I forget
    Who I started as
    But growth is like that
    It asks you to shed
    What no longer serves you
    Even when it feels familiar
    Even when it feels safe
    Transformation isn’t loud
    It’s not fireworks
    It’s not applause
    It’s the quiet decision
    To choose differently
    To heal intentionally
    To walk away gracefully
    To return to yourself
    Patiently
    And every time I think I’ve arrived
    Life shows me another layer
    Another lesson
    Another version
    Waiting to be born

    ~~ IBJB 🎙️

  • Fallen Angel

    Fallen Angel

    Originally published in unMuted Ink (Inner Child Press, 2012), page 138. This piece is revisited here in audio form.

    From the page to the mic — a dark, defiant spoken-word journey through broken wings, survival, and refusing to surrender your voice.

    Audio collaboration: FinalE for Poem Star Studios

    Fallen Angel — Alternate Melodic Version

    Fallen Angel — Original Written Composition

    I roam these streets
    with broken wings,
    a matchbook,
    and no cigarettes
    just hell’s heat
    and God’s silence
    ringing in my ribs.
    My mind need an escort
    I’m distorted,
    half-aborted,
    never whole,
    surrounded by spirits
    but my sins?
    Mine alone.
    Trust is overrated.
    They never understood my ways.
    I’m the liaison to nothing good
    and nothing waiting for me home.
    Landing cut my feet open.
    I pace graveyard soil
    until the stench of worms
    becomes familiar
    and then I see it:
    my own tombstone.
    My name etched
    like heaven mailed back
    my existence
    marked “return to sender.”
    But this ain’t my ending.
    Evicted from heaven,
    avoiding hell,
    purgatory stinking up my path
    I grab my emergency kit,
    break the glass
    before I read the warning label,
    and breathe backwards
    because my wings
    ain’t ever healing.
    I pull a feather,
    stab my thigh,
    and write my final apology:
    “I didn’t fail You
    more than I failed myself.
    Blind? Never.
    Broken? Maybe.
    But silenced?
    Not today.”
    I lost heaven
    but kept my voice.
    Often wrong,
    never uncertain.
    Rid me of my body
    if You must
    but the LAST of me?
    Highly unlikely.
    I shout loud enough
    to raise the dead.
    Fight till I got no arms
    and no throat.
    Bleed forever
    kerosene soul,
    tarred wings,
    and anybody want it?
    Come get it.
    Not helpless
    hopeless.
    But mission-bound
    all the same.
    Vampires don’t re-bite
    the already infected
    so to hell with it.
    I dig up your bones,
    make a cane,
    and limp down the road
    with seconds that feel like years…
    I am a fallen angel
    still walking
    this Trail of Tears.

    ~~ IBJB 🎙️

    Composition & Audio Credits

    Original written composition and concept: IBJB — Jamie Bond

    Original publication: unMuted Ink, Inner Child Press, 2012, page 138.

    Audio versions:

    • Fallen Angel — 2:04
    • Fallen Angel — Alternate Melodic Version — 2:34

    Audio production and alternate treatment: FinalE, Poem Star Studios.

    Both recordings belong to the same original composition family. The alternate version represents a different musical and vocal treatment, not a separate original written composition.

    The written poem presented above documents the original words supplied for the audio interpretations.