Theme: Dreams Not every dream is random. Some feel like warnings. Some feel like answers. Some feel like something or someone trying to reach you while you’re quiet enough to listen. Dreams can blur the line between memory, imagination, and something deeper. Today we explore what shows up when the world goes silent and the spirit starts speaking. ⸻ Prompt 1 – Was It Really A Dream? Write a poem about a dream that felt too real to ignore. Something that stayed with you after you woke up. Was it a warning, a message, or something you still can’t explain? ⸻ Prompt 2 – I Met Something There Write a poem about an encounter in a dream. This could be a person, a presence, a version of yourself, or something unexplainable. What did it leave you with? ⸻ Prompt 3 – Dreams Speak in Symbols Write a poem using dream-like imagery and symbolism instead of direct explanation. Let the meaning reveal itself through metaphor, not clarity.

Lost in Translation was the beginning ... We built towers with our tongues— Not to reach heaven… but to divide it. We argued over syllables, Debated over dialect, Split churches over commas While the message bled out on the floor. We translated words… But never transformed hearts. It was never about Greek or Hebrew, Never about how clean you could quote it— Because even demons know scripture. It was & always been about living it. Love your enemy Not just the one who looks like you, Votes like you, Prays like you… But the one who broke you. Forgive Not seven times, But until your pride runs out of breath And your ego dies on the altar. Feed the hungry Feed the world Not for a post, Not for applause, But because somewhere along the way You realized… that could’ve been you. We shout “truth!” But whisper compassion. We preach “grace!” But practice judgment. And somehow we think heaven applauds that? No— We didn’t misunderstand the language… We avoided the responsibility. Because it’s easier to debate translation Than to crucify your flesh. Easier to quote the light Than to be the light. We turned the message into noise... A thousand voices, A million interpretations, But one truth still standing strong Love God. Love people. Love your sisters & brothers Simple. Offensive. Demanding everything. And still… we complicated it. So don’t tell me the world is broken Because we don’t understand the words... The world is broken Because we refuse to become them. So here’s the question Not what did The Living Testament say.. But why don’t we live like He meant it? ~"B"

Soooooo your girl was been in the studio….😏 And as I finally finalize work on this long time coming LP, I need your help! ⏳ Anticipated release 2027 ⏳ There are two versions of this track sample and I want honest ears on both before I move forward. Version I Version II Vote below: 1 = Version I 2 = Version II And tell me why: which one feels more haunting, more cinematic, more emotionally exact, more replayable? I’m listening for: the vocal tone, pacing, atmosphere, tension, and which version actually leaves a mark after the 1:40 ends. Help me choose which version of “I Was a Sky” deserves the next stage. 🌌

Theme: Paradox Some truths sound like contradictions. Opposites can exist in the same space, and what doesn’t make sense on paper can still be real in life. Strength can look like softness. Distance can exist inside love. Today we explore the tension between what seems impossible and what we know to be true. ⸻ Prompt 1 – Opposites Under One Roof Write a poem about opposing forces that exist in the same space. This could be emotions, personalities, beliefs, or different parts of yourself learning to coexist. ⸻ Prompt 2 – Winning Didn’t Feel Like Winning Write a poem about a moment where you got what you wanted, achieved something, or reached a goal but it didn’t feel the way you expected. Explore the disconnect between success and fulfillment. Use feeling words. ⸻ Prompt 3 – Made of Mixed Signals Write a poem about contradiction through behavior or communication. When words don’t match actions, or clarity gets lost in inconsistency.

This is the Book of Performance A grade that shows up when you don't A sentence that came with no corrections A line that never paused it came with expectations that were never met It gave my nervous system a jolt While I spent the galaxy waiting for a response Then it fell Into a abyss of lava that discernment didn't volley back a echo A familiar place of Chaos It wrote itself in and etched out templates that are hardened by missed opportunities So I stood there on a ship that left the shore when the berth lost the birth of something good aborted....... Dry and parched the hull of it scarred The ballast overturned in design It never had structural integrity So with a picket sign of its cool with shades on As the old man says ... Wait for the Sun on the Horizon Another ship comes in the distance.... Acts of Poems.... ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia