Next Man Up, Poetry in Motion

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go. Here we go. Move it. Move it. Move it.

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Yeah, beautiful,

Donavan LeDean 0:24
next man up, let's go.

Thank you for tuning in to next man up, poetry in motion. I am Donna really. D, this music portrait show has been brought to you by as je productions, as je productions.com for all your filming and photography needs, you can find as je productions on Instagram, or you can call Stuart, J, l, Z, at 810-336-3926, 103363926 that's 810-336-3926, now let's get on with the Show. This is x. Man up. Poetry in motion. Oh.

Oh, tyrant, me, tyrant.

You know what? The only reason why you believe I'm a tyrant is because you never won anything. See, you don't know what it takes to compete. You don't know me. You'll know my motive. You'll know that my intent is legit. You don't know that I'm humbled and kind. But see, my kind nature is incompatible to the nature of these ruthless bad boys of the legals eager to make a name for themselves by breaking your neck on the field. You don't know that's a passion for winning and making these men great in their craft, incites me to pop them in the mouth to prepare for battle. You don't know that I yell at my men to make them see that they're not ready yet, and it will take much more grit to compete. You don't know that this league is far more ugly, more vicious than I can ever be in my men see our opponent, they don't care about us. And why should they? All they care about is inflicting pain. Winning games are looking good while doing it

Unknown Speaker 2:31
life. If you

Donavan LeDean 2:33
don't know that, then we can't relate. And if we can't relate, then why are we talking Look, man, if I'm perceived as a villain, so be it. If everybody's mad at me, so be it. But the records don't lie. I'm a champion. My team are champions

Unknown Speaker 2:49
who win ball games.

Donavan LeDean 2:52
Now, if you excuse me, I got a game to win. I ain't taking no L's, rookie. I ain't taking no L's

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you know what it is,

Donavan LeDean 3:02
I stand 10 toes down on this one.

Unknown Speaker 3:04
What about you? I

Speaker 1 3:11
stand 10 toes down on this one. What about you?

Donavan LeDean 3:27
Here we go. Here we go. Next man up.

Speaker 2 3:29
Isolation, isolation. Have you ever felt like you were in a silo, mind spinning like a cyclone because you're always solo. You ain't got no amigo waiting for the perfect time that you blow up off the perfect syllabic syllable. But your ego is so far Latino, or should I say, your ego is so far. Latoya was screaming at Joe for beating on Tito, who knows how to break out of the castle and climb up the staircase and beast out of Bell's window, loaded with the knowledge, but realistically, you're out of ammo, but you got a claw out of your prison like the wildest Animal looking through the people, searching for the people you're out of breath because your winds low. Climate change in the atmosphere turns a Third Eye Blind, and you can see the wind slow, but you're so trapped that you can't even see how the wind blows. And who knows? Who knows? God knows where is tomorrow, or where does tomorrow go? Mean your team gets safe outside of the of the dose. You let your rage build up, and then murder is all that you wrote. So you better live your dream outside while there's times, because before you know it, your life is going to be ended come. Finito,

Speaker 3 5:07
let the sun set easy on the days I have left, I am very unaware of the duration of my breath, and I like the ones enjoy without a worry in the globe or the concern of a direction that no one knows. My youth is far behind in the physical tense, but my heart remains dead with a strong innocence. I haven't got long in the blink of an eye. So let me have this as I pure off in the sky. I

Speaker 3 5:38
haven't got long in the blink of an eye. So let me have this is up here, off

Unknown Speaker 5:49
in the sky.

Donavan LeDean 5:52
Move it. Move it. Move it. Next. Man Up.

Speaker 4 5:55
Sonnet Dotty, two ignited arrow tips. Oh, thy shaft have stung me now, killer love with an acute twang straight from your longbow, your Phoenix feathered Dart whizzed high above my heart to my mind with a swift death blow in those fields, all aflame with roses, bright as a slick of blood trampled by my feet to the wad off end as love gave to flight, I trap it in the mud, swooned to The feet, but am I just the straw practice target frozen in your aim, shot at you, upon you, as if in a game lost when we forget to pluck the arrows from the wounds we build. No, I yell as to the cold ground I fell all pierced with pins and strings to rise and fell.

Speaker 5 7:10
All right, here we go. Communicate. Is

Donavan LeDean 7:16
the name of this piece. Next man up, crisp

Speaker 5 7:19
and clean. I'ma let you check out the scene how my queen walked right out of my dreams. Still, it seems there was no in between. We fell in love. She had me high as a dove. I must be blessed. There's no reason to stress. I must confess before her, my life was a mess. I passed the test. Now I had to really invest nothing less. I would give the heart out my chest, you know, the rest fertilizing eggs in her nest. Our family tree extended combinations of we unity for poisonous societies. The ant to do spirituality, venomous darts. They tried to keep us apart. But we were smart. Africa still fills our hearts, we played our parts compliments from the start. No easy role. You'll have to work to your own keep control or love like this is untold you never before. If you keep your heart on the goal, communicate if you want to get that date. Communicate, not to make your partner irate. Communicate like every date, your very first date. Boom. Everything,

Speaker 6 8:33
boom. Call this love oath. What if I bore you the essence of my soul? What if I laid bare the steps that make me whole? What if I told you this piece was already inscribed, but scattered signs and silence left love deprived, void so deep even poets came to love. If I presented you with tear stain sheets and fracture dreams, puzzles of My Spirit with ripped seams, would you find the time to reconstruct the parks I've lost or abandoned them despite caused See, I know my spirit speaks in cryptic tones. My Love can't thrive in simplicity when it is carved in Stone's eye. Am a being who finds solace and complexity structuring stanzas of conflict with this mic next to me, where rhyme rhythms and vulnerabilities dance, where emotions echo and a timeless trance and light reflects these letters written in the sand. This pen of mine is more than mere ink. It is the conductor of sacred spells, healing wounds in translation, pushing gaps of understanding and revitalizing the clock stopped in conversation. But what if I surrender to the beacon of suppression, muzzled by deposed expression? What if I gave up so much of my power that it made my pen with fire allows your diminished lexicon to read through each layer of these psalms I speak, and if your shallowness triumphs the core of my expression, I would feel my essence. Faith ins will write as depression as these sacred symbols sank like the petals of a robe. Heartbreaks tide will slowly consume the greatest love story of. But known. See, I am a love poet. My deepest verses stem from the shackles of love's vine scoped and soliloquies, only for them to be restrained by the ghosts that idle in my subconscious mind. I write from flames that burn without spark lighting passions and crowds culminated by fears in the dark from fires that rage with no kindling to ignite forging bursts from the voices of angels of the night. This devil edge cleaves the flames to watch creativity burn with old how easily a broken heart can make this trajectory turn. If the lights of this stage were bright enough to expose my scars. Would you still applaud my pain and coward at the weight of my wars if I revealed the true torment of this money? Would you marvel at my imagery as crowds adore providing ovation to my symmetry, blind to demons at my core? Would you still find my verses as relentless as before with the reality that this love is fueled by fear. Silence your praises, but I bear with up my soul this pit we're feeling the raw fruit of a love poet, sin love, my ace is no title. It's an old that only the deepest of pain can inspire. Oh,

Donavan LeDean 11:24
here we go. Here we go. Next. Man up,

Speaker 7 11:29
yeah, let me chime in on this one right here. Man, beautiful, the people mission. Don't sound bad. Let's

Donavan LeDean 11:41
go governments on shut down. I gotta find no house for right now. No bell to check, no sport basin. Third place you miss minimum wage. Hold my linen. Don't force the bay to turn me down for a load of time to kind of profile the gap minute resting for committing no crimes. More problems on top, more, bro, I don't know one. Solo missions trying to solve talk jumps the Reds do. Can barely pay the cardinal or light bill, stressed out. You're standing tall with my head high. I refuse to nail on welfare, on food stamps, but food prices are sky high in two weeks, though, food stamps won't be enough to get by. Workers leave a job because they own strike because the pay is low. Inflation. Spices got suicides, got pill addiction, got more debt with no remission, more problems that have more problems. It's a human issue. I'm trying to solve more problems. It's a human issue. I'm trying to solve them. Three

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music.

Donavan LeDean 12:58
Thank you for tuning in to next man up. Poetry motion. I am 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 longevity. Stay in the fight. You're closer to your destination than you think. Don't let others sway you from what you can see for your life. Today may look grim, but tomorrow will look even more uninviting if you quit your routines are solid. You know how to tune out the outside Nourse from doubters, you'll gain enough momentum to simmer in the end you will cook you growing you

This is food for the people.

A new day, a new way. Give me harmony. Give me melody. Solution is R and B, give me love. Give me your touch. Don't let the hype rise above causing too much. What we got can evolve to what it can be. Let It Be authentic beyond what you can see. The effort is timeless. Society is ruthless, giving relief the pain together. We can do this together. We can build together. We can fulfill. Use your voice to add a choice, a new day, a new way, so. Give me love. Give me your touch. Don't let the hype rise above causing too much. What we got can evolve to what it can be. Let it be authentic beyond what you can see. The effort is timeless. Society is ruthless. Giving relief the pain together. We can do this together. We can build together. We can fulfill. Use your voice to add a choice, a new day, a new way. Yeah,

here we go. Here we go. Next man up,

Speaker 8 15:55
I like to express my truth as I hydrate your soul with poetic flows. I rise, I rise. I heal. I feel your spirit break past the empathetic orders to your essence. Do you know you're great? The world is late at your recognition, but not i i dignify you, and I vibrate higher too. I meditate with roots to see seeds sprout. We trees in the eyes of God and of God in the eyes of myself, self, love is the epitome of happiness. You are blessed. And let knowledge be your lessons. Dirt. I question and everything just manifesting in your presence. I move forward broken pieces cause I shine bright like the glorious sun in the summertime, I'm feeling mighty fine with my rhymes, words and body, the growth of your spirit. Can you feel it? That's the vulnerability. Talking walls coming down. I see your soul cry. Get high, in tune, just like rain splatters at your edge. Let the tears guide you to streams of successes. You're the best ever yet to become better than your mama. Make her proud, wear your crown. Loud, speak bold volumes of wisdom, because the kids listening. Can you see the broken homes in their eyes? Communities dying, the papers lying, but stay true, Pinky promises to contracts bring black back, perpetrating from those you appropriate. Ain't that crazy. Remember where you came from, your past and your future is Unison in the face of the present. Make it fizz into blessings. I speak for those who voice got lost in the wind. I hear your song. You're not wrong, united in being more than a statistic, shaking my body for riches. Ain't my vibe. I Melo to ba do and like my sage old age, young spirit, I know better. I write poems to my ancestors to let them know I got them and affirm their abundance. I spit balls from my hood spread love. It's the Brooklyn way bigs in my spirit. Homage through art is how I pay. Dreams are rooted from pain. I'm not in this for fame, but to help my home, young sister, alone, single mama, make it ends meet, struggling artists driving beyond feet, pop star so his son can eat, speak for the little ones. Bullets more abundant than books. You're not just your looks. I walk the road less traveled to shine light in dark spaces. I love melon and faces. I want my people to win as I just do. I admire how you heal. Reflection of how I feel too. I sit with purple stars at night, journals to journeys. I wish positive mental minds freedoms from the confines of judgment. I wish you what I wish, minds, eternal peace. Keep yourself at ease and just flow. It's lay so you

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it's like. So

Speaker 9 19:06
in my opinion, the greatest action cartoon in the world, besides Spider Man, was the X Men. And who was the most popular X Men? Everybody couldn't wait to see. Yeah, Wolverine, that dude was mean with a growl. I'll let you know he means business, with biceps bulging through his yellow X Men uniform slash tights, but you might not want to tease him about it, because he'll be like you're talking to me, and within an instant you'll be high, telling it faster than the crackhead, tasting it hot. But it wouldn't matter, because he'll catch up. And with his animating claws, he can take on sentinels. He can take all magnetos hitch men. Take on villains of all sorts, but he always felt still came up short, thus he could never really take on those anti mutant groups with their picket signs designed to administer hate with words that hurts worse than a jab from Juggernaut and. Had it not been for his fellow mutants to offer him some encouragement, some motivation, some sense of hope for a better future, he would have given up a long time ago. But I always wonder if he would go to the X Men mansion in his room, sit on his bed alone in the dark, I wonder if he reflects and ask himself why people hate what they don't understand constantly being called a freak. But he counter attacked that notion by considering himself a hero. But heroes are the ones that torment themselves the most, and what's worse, he can't remember his past sounds familiar, but he built a false sense of pride for his animanium skeleton, his ability to rapidly heal, but his inability to die takes him further away from his connection of being human, because he's committed suicide every time the sun settled down for slumber, but he can only stare at the crimson red waltzing down his claws caused immediately his wounds with clothes. The pain from his puncture is only temporary, but the pain of not knowing who he is feels like a shotgun blast to his soul. But I just want Wolverine to know I understand, and to tell him that sometimes roses do grow in dark places, and that martyrs never asked to die for this purpose, but I know he prayed to die for not understanding his but Wolverine, my brother, you're no different than us, hitting what you don't understand, trying to figure out where you came from, but here with the purpose you're not sure of. And Wolverine, I know you're not sure if there's a God, because you look at us and wonder if we're made in God's image. Whose image are mutants made? I know you feel like a clock without a craft. So you curse us because you feel that God showed us favor. But those people with those picket signs curse you because you favor God, because even when you're disappointed in us, you protect us. You're invincible, indestructible, Wolverine, if you only knew how much we want to be like you, because we do everything we can to figure out ways to live longer, to heal faster. It's our inability to understand that everything comes with a price. Every gift is not wrapped in a nice box with the ribbon. Sometimes they appear as aluminum claws piercing through skin, a skull that can take a bullet and a soul without a clue of its origin. Ironically, my friend, we're just like you, because you're confused on what to do, questioning your existence, confused of your purpose, sometimes wanting to die, never giving yourself a chance to see how great you can be. That sounds familiar. Move

Donavan LeDean 22:42
it. Move it. Move it. Move it. Next man up.

Speaker 2 22:46
Time to make something new, fresh out of hell, living incarcerated in the devil cell. Soon as I break out of here, I'm gonna drink from the Holy Grail, and I'm gonna fish in the heaven's whale, yearning for freedom and good food, or even a good burger. I never claim to be all that. I'm just spilling my guts only when you pick up a couple nickels, you trying to get some change, walking through this life and your thoughts just trying to be the change, because they'll be jealous of how you move, colliding is what you'll do, stunting like a hab beast in the Shadow Lands, colliding with other crews trying to be famous, knowing that it's devilish. You're being forced into the closing circles, and you're being cornered like you're in a royal ruffle, and you are the main event, climbing to the top of the building trying to scaffold it. But there's nobody there. No cameras, no King Kong, no planes, no white girls, no Denzel. It's just you waiting to drop off of it. So live your best life. A second chance might never come again. If you don't believe me, just ask the other o'haras that was gone with the wind. The city is crumbling, but I'm ready for destruction. Been on my back so long that it's time to make something new and ugly and beautiful.

Speaker 3 24:19
Again, turn your face from faking to the one who gives his grace. Slow your pace from racing, pump the brakes and show some faith, rid your load of baggage. It's not easy making space, but that love is possibility, worthy of the chase and

Unknown Speaker 24:41
worthy of the chase.

Donavan LeDean 24:44
Next man up.

Speaker 10 24:54
Fly women higher than you ever been. Fly women fly away from bags. And fire flow, men, higher than you ever been, supernatural. Woman,

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hey, Super Woman, you're walking on a land mine. Feel whisper tonight, back to back. It's sabotage. Feeling marks every night I see, Super Woman, you ain't doing nothing wrong. You're doing what's right. You're righteous. Hey, Superwoman, you are only hope. Show who can be. Take flight to the sky. You you

a genius, a woman with talent that is infinite, with incredible stress, a composition so intimate. You possess DNA that creates divine specimen, no stout size muscle, you proven that you're better than the average group of them who you beat, classified and super If you spit on your toilet, steal you in it to emerge. Cause division is clear. It's a mission to create positive change. Which stutter, peel besides the look you have merit, you still remain absorbed.

Speaker 10 26:20
Ever been, fly. Women, fly. Women, higher than you ever been, supernatural. Woman, hey,

Donavan LeDean 26:32
Superwoman, you're treated as scum of the earth, as the average man. Hey, Super Woman, you still keep your cool. Never veer from the plants. Hey, Superwoman, reveal the s for your chest. Go pull out your

Speaker 9 26:43
kick. Hey, Super Woman, pack the world. Go save the net

Speaker 10 26:46
higher than you ever been. Fly. Women, fire. You wave a bag. Woman, higher than you ever been. Superna,

Donavan LeDean 27:01
before we end the show, I would like to inspire you once more with the final power message. It's a message about humility, show love to people around you every now and then, you may be up now yet tomorrow's not promised. That person who is down on their luck, the one you may show distaste for may be in a position to one day help you if the tables turn. Life is funny like that. Sometimes it has a way of showing that in some way, every human being is connected, spread love for a healthy life. Thanks for tuning in to next man up. Poetry in motion. I am Dave led to see my inspirational and poetry reels. You can go to YouTube at dollarville D also you can find my poetry books, children's books and coloring books on Amazon under my name, Dave led for actor or poet bookings. You can contact me via email, DV media ten@gmail.com I am Dave led, actor, author and rhythmic poet, Until next time. Peace,

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