Next Man Up, Poetry in Motion

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Donavan LeDean 0:14
Here we go. Here we go. Move it. Move it. Move it. Yeah, beautiful. Next man up, Dave, let's

Donavan LeDean 0:41
go. Hello World, peace and love and welcome to the show. I am your host. Donna Billy Dean, actor, author and inspirational rhythmic poet, you're now tuned in to next minute poetry motion, where the mission is promote good mental health for everyone. This poetry show will motivate, educate and inspire you with spoken word, through cultural expression. The poets they'll be featured on our playlist today are Jonathan rice, Tariq Moore, Donovan leading, Liz Prince, Gabby Moreno, Stefan Pettway, Michelle Marrero, Zachary, Gutierrez, Sheldon, Alex Sebastian and blessing. Now let's get on with the show. This is x, man up, poetry motion.

Donavan LeDean 1:30
What's good world

Donavan LeDean 1:34
show, you're right. Allow me to speak to you tonight for the people as I walk through God's precious playground, shade cascades upon me. It's persistent, but why pause? I reflect. I go into effect. I see a bruised man who kneels from the compressions of gravity and agony, his flesh is eaten away from the air molecules by the second, soon it will eat away his muscles and tissues. Soon he'll disappear. He needs medic, but has no insurance. Pause reflect a shade that cascaded upon me four days finally goes away. A beam of light shines on both of us to highlight our moment. I offer him a smile. He reciprocates. I relieve the tension in his shoulders with the palm of my hand. I give him my lunch leftover from a diner two blocks down, with a $10 bill inside, I have a small conversation with him that ended with an encouraging statement, stay strong, King Gods got you. He smiled again. Then ended our moment with a thank you. That moment made my day. That moment reassured me the fundamentals of humanity. I realized that humanity thrives with Moments like this, drive on it's disappeared.

Speaker 2 3:40
The next man up at 14, a friend heard me read love poetry about a heart and need you see at the time, his heart was at a loss to breathe, because in his mind, was the right thought to proceed, but stealing my lines and then offering them off to she wait, he told me go suicide through my heart and knees. She's alive because you're a poem brought relief. So, all right, all right, all right, because once upon a time, I was a lost body. These teenage veins ran trains of painful speech, until my 12th grade English teacher taught me how to tame the beast. She gave me a pen and pad with a task after class, and said, Here's your chain and leash. Go release those highs and lows and in betweens, and then you'll see all your pain put at ease. So alright, alright, alright, because my right fist represents the cut wrist and hand slit of over a million in one slit. Dave forced off hardships, their privilege to write and read was stripped. So I write and read everything for everyone missed, because without them, I wouldn't exist. So I write all right, all right, because I'm from East Oakland, the bay, hey. Bruh, where the murder rate stays at a constant pace? Bruh, that's someone killed nearly every other day. Bruh, bam. My birthplaces are hurt, aches, beat to walls crafting a madness though all we gather in sadness to believe they did everything differently, when in fact, it didn't change. Bruh, So, alright, alright, alright, because the moment of release I receive from completing a written piece is similar to taking it down after it's been about a week, but not like a sense of relief in the beliefs that 9% of the globe goes to sleep with nothing to eat. No relief when firefighters, teachers, doctors, police, earn less than entertainers and athletes. No relief when more blacks and browns and jails than excelling in college. No relief when the wealth is health, while the ignorant and just

Speaker 3 6:25
fake knowledge. So, alright, alright,

Speaker 2 6:30
alright, because I, I, I don't know how to write. Write when what's left becomes right, then death strikes, and I'm left to write about the loss of life, yet if I didn't write, I'd have lost my life to suicide. So who am I to choose sides and cross lines and do or die? Why do I recite lines like an Albert can move tight the meaning in life is whatever reason you have that's a kill yourself. Do I write for self as a cry for help? Do I write tasty trash for Master shells? Do I write for relief from the beast deeply held? Do I write for the kid who doesn't fit in with no one else? So I write. I write. Why write? Why write?

Donavan LeDean 7:21
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up

Speaker 4 7:23
a new wave of inspiration, cosmic plated palette, digesting blood, raw information. Amethyst rock, powdered form, high off imagination, intuitive scans of sensory, sensing spirit being laced with etheric being confirmation compared with elephant steps trampled grass, effects on flesh, attempts of disrupting communication, Ital dreadlocks, deadlocked onto signals, phoning home, home, where I yearn to sail freely and the waves of sound 1000s of times before a single vibration can caress the ground. Speed of Light echoed through a flash seemed to ever last, transmuting messages to my past and to the present. So selfless, splash commuting from a new wave of inspiration, droplets, a pigment of sky, rain down, seeping into four chambers to lie in a flower bed of the hard soil, raising seeding variations of inspiration as thoughts arise, just as Sun and Moon combine the way seen and unseen collide and an eclipse of synchronization, the diamond pointed instant the moment and mind align, if only I could bottle up this glimpse of time to set freely, to surf in the celestial seas while I ponder Daydream lifetimes, to find lucid words to define how grateful I am for my spirit to unwind cradled in the hands of the Most High every time I am baptized in a new wave of

Donavan LeDean 9:21
inspiration. Next man up,

Speaker 5 9:24
she stands alone. She stands behind a cast iron wall, drowning in self surrender, the loud quarreling from afar consumes her home and then vanishes like the wind she anchors for another touch, but all the lights are out and there's no one home. She is lost. Find her now. Take that battle from her mouth. Yes, she has no friends. When will this end and the family? Well, that's oblivion. She's crashing hard. Until the very end, she stands alone and she's no one's home, no one can hear her screams. Is she enough to save her life? She fights for living to be alive, but when she waits, she's torn into pieces 1000 times

Speaker 5 10:39
this place dark for now, but it has to be better than where she came from. For the first time, she is taking in her own breath. She stands alone

Donavan LeDean 10:59
next man up down.

Speaker 6 11:02
Motive on positive. Mindset on pro long soul is on elevate. Sadness is so long as to say long gone, hope it won't come back where I'm headed now I need a backpack. Path is uncertainty of faith is so high without a parachute, but beyond Earth, Sky, into the wilderness, onward and beyond. I hope you remember me because I'm so gone.

Donavan LeDean 11:27
Next man up. This poem is titled wounded bird.

Speaker 7 11:33
I've been wounded, I've been cured. I've been healed. I've been hurt, I've been blessed, I've been cursed, I've been better, I've been worse. Life's a balance with verbs, putting my trust in the universe even when the odds are against me, I still come up first. Let go of my ego and left it all to Mother Earth. I always had my faith. I didn't need a church, even at my lowest, I knew eventually it would be my turn. Not the most patient, but I'm always putting in the work. I always got pure intentions and keep my word. I sought help when my anxiety and grief collided, my trauma and pride, tried fighting. This girl's journey is like deep diving, uncovering new depths to my soul. Sometimes it feels tiring. Soul seeking is not for the faint of heart. It's facing your pain head on, I've never been a victim, been both Aladdin and Jafar. This journey has left me with scars. Without my art, I wouldn't have made it this far. Learn to protect my energy, because I got a big heart. Let others deplete me in the past. Now I'm in charge. Now I keep myself on guard, stay sharp, leave me I've been more in tune with the signs. The other day, I looked into an injured bird's eyes, could see its fear and resilience. It wasn't ready to die. Realized how many times I didn't give up the fight, reminded me of how many times I've fallen, but took it as a lesson, how many times I've been betrayed. But it was a blessing. Mother Nature telling me great things are ahead, even though life's a challenge, this is my rebirth. We're about to witness the ascension of a savage

Donavan LeDean 12:54
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up

Speaker 8 12:56
in my area, there are no role models, only commentators and Great Debaters. It's domesticated, followed by tension followed by murder. It's complicated, dear Lord, help me maintain my sanity as I witness the uncertainty amongst humanity, as I witness across the seas, delling on top of civilians. Death toll from war crimes may soon be in the millions. Power nations avoid peace treaties as one nation threatens another with sanctions, the other nation threatens to retaliate with nukes. It's a power trip. I don't get it. Help me understand the cruelty. Come back and inflict pain on another man when humanity is made to exist on the same plan, the plans plan to be righteous, to be happy, to coexist, harmony. Instead, will conquer territory and kill over money,

Unknown Speaker 13:53
forcing local civilians refugees. Man will overlook

Unknown Speaker 14:00
the bigger picture beyond that. Narrow views

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rise. The perpetrators never met about another body fall from a broken system. Another body fall from conflict of big nations attempting to conquer small nations, claiming a small nation as a runaway nation, with all they wanted to gain independence, put off the charity, to turn

Speaker 8 14:32
the sovereign bully who was willing to gain through someone's pain, to gain when in reality, is a loss for dare I see, break the routines of grief, deal rule and invest the power in me to crack down on poverty, to save someone from suffering like me, from past days of buying a breakfast sandwich, which was my meal for the entire day, eating the top bread for breakfast, the meat and cheese for lunch, the bottom bread for dinner. For that, I see society needs another role model to contribute to the well being of the people. People, I'll be that role model. Allow me to be me. Come join me.

Donavan LeDean 15:06
Come join me. That's right. Come join me. You're not alone. Peace and love. Thank you for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am your host. Donovan Lee, Dave, before we dive into our second segment, I would like to propel you our listeners with the first power message. It's a message about routine. Change your routine to minimize stress, wake up in the morning, then get out of bed without going instantly on your phone to chime in on a group chat. Get into your thoughts about 10 minutes, sit still on your bed, just pause, starts with a common routine such as this, or meditation to start your day off with a positive attitude, a move that may seem minor can become major for less anxiety, less stress, and overall, a healthy life. Here we go. Here we go. Next, man up.

Donavan LeDean 16:10
That girl from way back south, she got me southern dream, thick and creamy, fine, brown, sweet as mine. Best pies. That girl from way back south, she got me southern dreaming. Brown shaving. She invaded my soul, body and mind. She prances through the fields of the magnolias. She's funny than thick. Curves as a groove, a slow rhythm compelled by Melodia, hummingbird, Country Girl, striking physique, sex appeal, never discreet. Guitar plays, celebrating her beauty with Southern Rios.

Donavan LeDean 16:50
Human moist from the Gulf, moisture, ski and Sexy Summer, a pilot to the buyer, so fierce she make your knees buckle. She's delectable like cornbread oxen that Southern Christina, such a treat like that Louisiana crawfish on my feet. This dream feels so real. She got the remedy.

Donavan LeDean 17:10
This dream feels so real.

Donavan LeDean 17:14
She's the one for me. I think she runs deep like OGS for classic encounters and Cadillacs.

Donavan LeDean 17:19
That thing rise, slow, swag, SWIR.

Donavan LeDean 17:24
What she amates is faster. She got that fire, hot sauce with intellect, that Southern swagger. The culture stretches wide along mosquito creeks and swamps. Nothing else matters. She's sweetest. Georgia Beach, Southern victim with hospitality. She got that good good. That's seduction, too good

Donavan LeDean 17:45
to

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be reality, man, look

Donavan LeDean 17:49
at how she moving.

Donavan LeDean 17:53
This is ecstasy. I close my eyes. Don't wake me up. She's vivacious like family cookout those Friday afternoons, two step Dave, groove R and be eating my soul food. Natural beauty. She wasn't natural for Nourse ski in a natural glow. So natural is queen. She calls me King. Can't let this one go. I'm good. She's the one for me. Next man up.

Speaker 10 18:22
Hello. So the first poem I'm going to read is called the colors of you. Thinking of painting, my canvas is blank. I put it on the easel, and I grab my paint. There are several colors that I choose, my favorites being the greens and the blues. I pick up my brush, I begin to paint, trying to envision what I will make, moving the brush up, then I strike it down. My bristles are so soft, they barely make a sound. I move the brush left, then I paint some on the right. My painting is coming together. It's really quite the sight. I step back to admire my art. I think about the meaning, and I realize it's from my heart. The meaning is so complex. Where would I even start? Maybe by describing the purpose of the colors in my art, or by telling you the first color I used is the color of your eyes, or how the second is the color of your hair, or maybe how the third color is representing how much I care, or how the fourth color is your favorite and the fifth is mine. I made them twist together intertwined, the colors together show my love for you. And each time I look at my painting, I'll see our favorite colors and be reminded that you love me too.

Donavan LeDean 19:25
Next man up, Dave,

Speaker 11 19:26
passionate women who knew spiritual things, wrap me up in your arms and bathe me in oils. Clean me quick before I spoil. Pour in, ring out, remake me whole. I needed this, I'd be remiss if I didn't embrace the legacy laid before me. If I threw away the crown and renounced the royalty passionate women who know spiritual things, pray for me, please, if you may, if you might speak life into me with my. Arms spread wide on my head held high, I call out, save me. Passionate women who know spiritual things, I'm sorry they mistake your passion for anger. I'm sorry they criminalize your expression of anger. And I'm so so sorry they're so freaking much to be so angry about. And you never receive the same tenderness as your crocodile crying counterparts, you women who are mother, father, sister and aunt, who carry the weight of every mistake made by the women before you, by the men who disappeared, by the boys who hurt you, and by the other girls with the same heavy weight, sad eyes and loud burdens, passionate women who knows spiritual things, I'm so sorry we ask so much of you. I'm so so sorry you give more than you receive, and I'm so very sorry you only get the scraps of the world to make do with, only to have it stolen by women of passion and spirit. I love you, and I will sing of your praises and give you your flowers while their scent is still fresh and I can still see the glimmer in your eyes, because at the very least, you deserve the world as you are. What keeps it turning my women of passion, thank you.

Donavan LeDean 21:17
Next man up.

Unknown Speaker 21:19
Perfection.

Speaker 12 21:22
Perfection is a lesson you learn at adolescence so that you can be singled out, rewarded and not rejected. Perfection is like a hectic erection that won't deflate because it's a shot to the ego while you wanted to make you an enemy of the state. Perfection is an element without the eloquence yet the ingenuity to execute with excellence. Perfection is an assassin and a seat belt that won't fasten because it's out of fashion. And perfection is madness. Perfection is rawness. It knows no bliss, yet it knows it's limitless, because perfection will destroy anything it touches, so it gives Jada a kiss. Perfection is consumption, living in the first and second function, shifting, furiously serving the world, or rather saving the world from destruction. The path of perfection destroys anything it touches. Perfection is a weapon that loves the loveless. Perfection soars above all things because it's self serving. So if you learn one thing you need to practice, the balancing. Though it may feel like it's a strange thing, it makes you amazing, because perfection is self cheating and beatings and to the GS. It is the same thing which will turn the man into an outcast. I put some stank on that. Stank only,

Donavan LeDean 22:57
here we go. Here we go. Next man up,

Speaker 4 23:01
coexisting in many realms of thought, a walk in prayer, meditation. I can't evade frequencies. I can't explain speak to me in wisdoms name. I've been on that resonance before. They coined it. Schumann's Babylon. Can't control me. I broke out the show like I was Truman, the human programmed analytics. Can measure the spirit, thus they can't fully study us. At this point, it's apparent. Know thyself, mental, physical and etheric. Lyrics. Tap into your central node, to the soul. You can feel it. Sit in the sun, download codes. I can hear them. There's a natural mystic flowing on Mother Nature's by a rhythm. Get on beat, connect with every single living organism, like ancestors before, these evil ways of the system, walking the less traveled road. I and I have seen many visions, many nights, sitting still, yet still, I listen. Guidance enters the vessel with pure precision, a choice to make daily. Why do we wrestle the right decisions, tussling with the test illusions, carrying us away from the way we already know what's best. Come back home, beloved, you no longer have to beat an eagle's chest. Perch inside like an eagle in its nest, followers Cliff dive into the next trend since a U always been taking heed to the riddles the elders were testing. Now I'm years ahead with good investments. Just bump my head a little less than nonetheless, an imperfect perfection, a walk in prayer, avid meditator rounds a dark between each I'm a mediator, a metaphor of sorts, seeing obstacles as sport I must master slow and steady. Wins the race. I learned that in the beginning chapters of a book. Look without middle or end. Life goes on again and again. I write on and on with my mind as my ink and my soul as my pen.

Donavan LeDean 25:18
Next man up,

Speaker 13 25:21
sonnet 34 the discontent for sea, dedicated to j, m, W, tunnel I long for the deep joy of contentment on the Edenic coastlines lost in time. Now, waves flood ceaselessly with a current, bending the hall, shredding the cell with brine, the sea spray slashes cross the groaning mass that I'm tied to as a witness and exile. The vessel of story oak, cutting fast, is bound to sink near to an unknown Isle, but I won't drown out my affections now, for there's glory and beauty beholden to not a single eye and at the prowl the sun sets, dreaming to rise all golden through The Blue vapors revealing islands to climb. The mist blanketed islands home,

Donavan LeDean 26:29
next man up, tale

Donavan LeDean 26:39
Braves, nervous heart, I'm trying to find a way, trying to come and say, couldn't do it, breaking down.

Donavan LeDean 27:02
Letter, go in with a fresh mind and a pure heart. Mistakes were made. Go in with a fresh start. The emphasis is today. The uncertainty is tomorrow. I live another day. That's success. Time is borrowed. Carnage is on a regular another family seek grief. Mics were cut off still. The Tennessee three were able to speak from the crying girl and dying boy slain by assault styles too many bullets to a boy pray for as they attempt to fight for a law made for all as they attempt to prevent another body to fall history, the mic and yet, in the midst of infamy, they're setting aside politics for human safety, making enemies your boat can avoid the weight attempts Your vote can Avoid that may be and put ain't what it got to be unprecedented as we witness the headlines of an indictment, as the rich make more money on merch, posts as victims inciting another, riots never quiet. The problem is online, more foreigners are crowding us. Borders like refugees after Roe v Wade reversed, more women are escaping red states like refugees. More protest industries like help us please, and dire need of open minds and clear views so that one day what is universal health care making headlines on CNN news,

Donavan LeDean 28:15
exhale, PRAY, WAIT for it. Peace never came. Now, beware our man, force bound to take the Republic. God blesses us. We fight for peace on earth as mankind kills one another to gain more turf, for drugs, for crops, for money, for crap. Urgent message, human to human, heart to heart. Change your route for a fresh start. Breathe.

Donavan LeDean 28:41
Brilliant. Let's

Donavan LeDean 28:44
get to it. Thank you for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am your host. Donovan Lee, Dave, before we go, I would like to conclude with the final power message. It's a message about the power of giving Congress passed legislation eliminating over $1 billion of federal support for public radio broadcasting, causing some radio stations to potentially shut down. Now it's up to us, the people, to maintain this sanctuary that doesn't try to sell you on anything but the truth, authenticity and information that will keep the public trust, as well as provides content that suits the well being of every human being. Your donation and support is more valuable than ever save public radio for life. Thanks for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am your host. Donovan Lee Dean, to see my inspirational and poetry reels. You can go to YouTube at Donovan leading. Also, you can find my poetry books, children's books and coloring books on Amazon under my name, Donovan leading for actor or poet bookings. You can contact me via email, DV media, one zero@gmail.com I am Donovan, leading actor, author and inspirational, rhythmic poet, until next time. Peace. Dave,

Donavan LeDean 30:14
thrive,

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