TheInterview

Each interview—each story I hear is an inspiration. Each story motivates me to give my best. Each story is a bridge to the next. I seek to tell the untold story of the forgotten. These people, the people I will and have interviewed have a deep passion, a real love for what they do. Tell “your story” it’s beautiful in more eyes than your own…

Rain The Poet Interview

Rain The Poet Pt. II

Rain was kind enough to give me the privilege of posting one of her poems, titled

AN AGAPE CONNECT

Even when the wine runs out and the roses wither

We’ll still have each other

I look back over my life and try to imagine a time when you weren’t here

And I can’t

You were here before I knew you

Before I felt your embrace

Before the sound of your voice carved curiosity in my spirit

You were right here

I’m so enchanted because I remember you

Do you remember me?

I met you in your past to be present  in your future

I lay beside you in your mother’s womb preparing you for this day

The intimacy we shared was more than just a mere encounter
It was an opportunity for us to conjoin, bridge, and grow

We connected, then departed in skin only to expand in spirit

We had nothing to lose but time

And to assure that time did not delete us

I stored remnants of myself inside of you

Left my fingerprints across your chest as the birthmark of my existence

I know the story of your scars

I was that healing memory that always lingered in the basement of your mind

I sat quietly crouched amid your thoughts

Rolodexing your dreams

Reference me in the index of your reflections

I was there, I was always there

Your mind is full of unanswered questions

Your tongue of muted expressions

Ladle me beneath the riddled arch of your palate

Yearn to define our purpose

I felt you beckoning,

So I summoned you back in spirit and dared you to map my physical
You were so euphoric at the thought of convergence, you sought me

You traveled many lands in search of me

Only to return to the place from which you departed

To find me standing here before you

A beautiful extraction of your deepest dreams

Materialized in flesh

Silently our shadows approach

You touched me and the roots of our souls connected

Billow up softly around me

I’m on tiptoes trying to reach myself

If I fall, then cool, chuckle if you must

But allow me to pause and overlook your flaws while you make me comfortable with mine

Secure our vision of inerrancy within each other

Long after the anticipation of your first touch, the desire still lingers

Touch me again. Touch me safe

Touch me back to the womb

Hold me protected

Your strength is your beauty

Your beauty is my weakness

Your essence is like fresh air to me

I inhale your calm to exhale the journey of my dreams

The flight upon which I soar is your soul

Carry me beneath your wings,

Stretch me wide across the open fields

Plant memories inside of me

Crop our thoughts in unison

Harvest our future

Through many obstacles, we stand…An infinite bond, we maintain

An Agape connect, spiritual and unselfish

Our love is like a poetic story that rewrites itself…

A prodigiously endless tale

Trademark what’s in our hearts right now

Patent this moment 

Make us last by always keeping Him first

And we’ll continue to grow as one

Through the grace of God

We’re blessed to have met again

You can check out Rain’s upcoming shows or just stop by to show her some love and support by following her on facebook at www.facebook.com/atasteofrain

Thanks again Rain for making this such a powerful post.

-TheBrain

Rain The Poet Pt. I

It’s a wonder how life’s situations, true in nature the good, the bad, and the ugly can be articulated with such fine words. December 7, 2007 it was my first time and “I was scared as sh**!” I was at a small coffee shop in Missouri City, called Javioca. I spit one piece, "HOW THICK IS THE BLOOD." This piece was about the killing of a child when born, about a child being molested by a brother, and about a brother killing out of jealousy of the other all wrapped into one powerful piece. “The crowd’s response is what motivated me. They loved it!”

Where does your inspiration come from Rain?

 “I write about the experiences I have encountered throughout my life. When I write, I am more-so writing for others. People that have not gone through the same challenges I have faced.”

When asked what is her favorite piece, the response somewhat surprised me. She answered “THE PRODUCT,” a piece about paternity, about a mother hiding the truth of her father.

What type of poetry do you read/enjoy?

“Today’s poets—Maya Angelou does not do it for me, she does not give me that sense of realness— raw in content that I seek.

This expression was reflected by the poets and singers that surrounded her that night. Each subsequent poet coming to the mic performed a different style of poetry, speaking from a unique point of view.

This had been the second time I would hear Rain perform.  I waited— watching anxiously as the nervousness in Rain subsided as she grasped the microphone. "PRODUCT OF A TEENAGE MOM," you could feel through her words the sorrow, the pain, and the strength that emerged from it all.

Check out Rain The Poet at various poetry spots in the Houston Metro area. Follow Rain at www.facebook.com/atasteofrain to keep up with the most up to date info on Poetry Shows and Open Mic nights.