Category: Poet

  • The Hump Day Show : with Momma Bond and Jamie 12/18 by Inner Child Radio | Poetry Podcasts

    The Hump Day Show : with Momma Bond and Jamie 12/18 by Inner Child Radio | Poetry Podcasts.

     

    Tonight, 7-9 PM, EDT we have something special for you as the Mother of Natasha aka Jamie Bond joins us for this show to “Tell All”. We are going to have a GREAT time as we look behind the scenes at Family, Upbringing, Motivation and of Course the Love that shapes Jamie to be the person that she is. This is a “One Of A Kind” Show that you do NOT want to miss.

    Join us via Computer . . . SKYPE . . .or Call In : 714.816.4751

    http://www.blogtalkradio.com/inner-child-radio/2013/12/19/the-hump-day-show-with-momma-bond-and-jamie

  • Fryday Nyte Spytz with Jamie Bond & MizzFab 12/13 by Inner Child Radio | Poetry Podcasts

    Fryday Nyte Spytz with Jamie Bond & MizzFab 12/13 by Inner Child Radio | Poetry Podcasts.

    http://www.blogtalkradio.com/inner-child-radio/2013/12/14/fryday-nyte-spytz-with-jamie-bond-mizzfab
    7:00 until 9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time is your Time to get it in : 714.816.4751

    Fryday Nyte Spytz

    with

    Jamie Bond

    and

    UnMuted Ink

    Bring the Voice for the Voiceless

    Yep . . . it is Open Mic on Inner Child . . . Calling all Poets, Storytellers and Spoken words Artists. . . come by and put your thing down for the Archives . . . We gonna make some History Here . . . ya Ready ? Put your name in the Archives . . .

    ya never know . . .

    7:00 until 9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time is your Time to get it in : 714.816.4751

    It’s HOT!!!!!! up in here . . .

  • ▶ @bondjamiebond I CRY OUT BY JAMIE BOND from UnMuted Ink – YouTube

    ▶ @bondjamiebond I CRY OUT BY JAMIE BOND from UnMuted Ink – YouTube.

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    Tears are Summer showers to the soul. 

    ~Alfred Austin, Savonarola

    When I need a way out

    I cry out

    When I’m frustrated

    about things that are overrated

    When my heart is overjoyed

    and the haters hate it

     

    I cry out for those

    who limp and whimper

    for those lost souls

    who feel faded

    like a pair of clippers

     

    I cry out I shout

    I walk like my swag has

    credit and clout

    And I try to live in such a way

    So they can say Damm

    Jamie just reminded me

    What God is about

     

    I cry out

    when I got a pocket full of lint

    that makes no cents

    I cry out with gratefulness

    when clarity and disparity

    makes sense

     

    I cry out

    because I want

    more like minded

    to have additional

    common sense

     

    And I cry out for those

    who need a way out

    of situations

    exhibiting false pretense

    I CRY OUT

    In past present

    and future perfect tenses

     

    And I cry out because I can

    For the weak the meek

    the used and abused

     

    For those exhausted spouses

    who pay for the other to go away

    And for families bearing the brunt

    of deployment strains

     

    I SCREAM OUT 

    from the tops of roofs

    of others minds with my truths

     

    I SHOUT OUT

    For those who aren’t comfortable

    or accepted in their own skin

     

    I spit Turbulent words

    like tropical hurricane winds

    Blowing typhoons into their souls

    That I now refuse to whisper in

     

    I cry out for the disabled

    and differently-abled

    and for parents struggling

    to put food on the table

     

    My third eye sees and feels

    what most will never appreciate

    And I cry out for New Jersey

    from the bowels of brick city in this

    deflowered flowerless garden state

     

    I cry out when folks act like

    they have no choice

    But to stand by, act shy and tongue tied

    When a helping hand, a kind word or quote

    Or a hug could have changed someone’s’ life

     

    I cry out because

    I battle more negative demons

    in my cipher

    Than what I could possibly attract

    in my past or lifetime for that matter

     

    And I cry out because I can

    because I have breath and air

    Cause my lungs and my eyes

    take in all I can stand

     

    And I cry out

    like a warrior in a religious slam

    goin hard for my god

    even when its against all odds

     

    And I dare

    any man to tell me i’m wrong

    I dare any woman

    to tell me I don’t belong

     

    I cry for the brothers

    who insist on treating women wrong

    And I cry out for

    the lack of empowerment

    in a young woman’s song

     

    I SHOUT about injustice

    when it feels like its Just US

     

    I cry out

    for all of the hate crimes

    Committed against

    my sisters and brothers

     

    And I cry out to god

    so we can cry out for each other

     

    I cry out 

    And I cry a joyous cry

    when everything falls into place

    I put life in a choke hold

    I cry out on this mic

    For all the

    black kids UN televised

    missing without a trace

    When I happen upon like minded

    and who meet at this place

     

    I CRY OUT

    for those who can’t let go

    of hazardous situations

    I cry out for the spiritual lives

    of those in charge of congregations

     

    For tomorrows leaders

    and for today’s victims

    and for the wisdom

    of the leaders of our nations

    I cry out

    for the obvious lack

    of energy and absence

    of enthusiasm in careers and education

    For the safety of those

    in the armed forces

    and lasting peace in our nation

     

    Then I cry out for myself

    and I cry out silent tears in my sleep

    And I cry out for you

    because you can’t see

     

    I cry out for my moral integrity

    and my opportunity to be a blessing to you today

    despite my discrepancies and my idiosyncrasies

     

    for the 1 out of 4 kids born with autism

    for the lack of participation and activism

    and our youths disunity in our communities

     

    And I cry out and I shout

    and sometimes I even cuss and fuss

    Because it keeps me in check

    reminding me to work on myself

    Because I’m far from perfect

    and redevelopment of self is a must

     

    I’ll continue to cry out

    till my tear ducts

    transform into stallions

    and stampede these streets

    Fermenting hope to the helpless

    and GODS way supersedes

    And my ink will always bleed

    and cry for those who are in need

    And I wont shut my mouth

    till every child in the ghetto achieves!

     

    I cry out for any and everyone

    who’s ever been hurt

    And I cry out because I’m heard

    and I know it WORKS!!!

     

  • WKPJB 103.9 The Indie Storm Presents William Washington 01/31 by WKPJB 1039 The Indie Storm | Books Podcasts

    WKPJB 103.9 The Indie Storm Presents William Washington 01/31 by WKPJB 1039 The Indie Storm | Books Podcasts.

     

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    WKPJB 103.9 The Indie Storm Presents William Washington

    “Words of William” Washington is a motivational speaker, street preacher, Poet, and spoken word artist, also he is the blogtalkradio host of “the village speaks hosted by William Washington”, from which he is taking a short hiatus from, in order to further his career as a professional entertainer, and show emcee. He has opened up for the classic soul singing group “Greg Hill & the Delfonics revue, on several occasions. He is the author of the controversial book “the nigger chronicles-the mispronunciation of who I am”.  William is 54 years of age– a native New Yorker, and lifelong epileptic, poetry, and prayer is his therapy. Reaching one person’s heart and mind is his cure.

    https://www.facebook.com/william.washington

    http://www.blogtalkradio.com/wkpjbradio/2013/01/31/wkpjb-1039-the-indie-storm-presents-william-washington