Headphunk performance. Thank you Prince Julius for sharing this. I got goosebumps watching myself.

Without the Efforts of your Grace

    

Thoughts scattered like marbles on glass,

spinning stubbornly, misguided lost

like sheep blinded by the gleam of green grass,

they can’t see past the pastures

where the shepherd awaits with rod and staff,

commanding hands affirm his grasp,

but mine,

a pen that won’t lead me, won’t leak free

the words cut beneath my tongue

and I bleed vowels no sounds

just silent letters that bounce against the walls

to echo the emptiness that surrounds me here,

in the depths of a prophet swallowing whale

it’s devouring darkness consumes the light I would write about

relinquishing my written voice of praise

I await a savior to call on my name

like Lazarus,

sleeping through it all

while welting tears slip and fall

in the crevice of a bosom

where I once laid my head

not even there comes my peace

still broken away from it all

I chant fast and pray to call on thy name

Yahweh, Allah, Jah, Jehovah, Krishna

Lord, Buddha, Messiah, Creator, God

In vain?

My blood runs thick enough to sink me,

thick enough to keep me

beneath Jordan’s waters so deep,

that I can’t see pierced palms pelt towards me

a baptism gone wrong and I long for

my rebirth, my remission, my rescue, my resurrection

until then I struggle, until then I struggle, until then I struggle

with the air that’s forced to leave me

alone

forsaken

And still lost

by Felicia Montoute 2011

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"I have not had a drink since new year's..."
 Of nectar that oozes from pollinated flesh,
a liquid that would resemble first rain drops
on the surface, pure, fresh,
beads.
Connecting dots- they would merge into each other,
leaving traces of wet
while the sum drips off the edge
where desire meets content.
I have not had a drink since...

Feliciamontoute2/2/12

Headphunk!!!

January, 2010-Present. What my poetic soul thirst for. A new positive energy, A platform for artists and a new religion for the lovers of the arts. It happens every last Thursday of the month and you could learn more about this group on Facebook. Honestly it is an experience you have to feel, see, taste, hear for yourself. The images, my Baptism, my first performance there and definitely not my last. I will always have a special place in my heart for Headphunk.

Word Alive International Literary Festival 2010 & 2011

March, 2010. Third Place Winner of the spoken word competition of the Word Alive International Literary Festival 2010  organised by Mr. Adrian Augier and Mr. Robert Lee (published writers). Here I stand, the shorty in the middle, next to the first and second place winners. It was a great experience and that day also happened to be my birthday, one I will never forget :). Also participated in March, 2011 where I placed third a second time. It was a wonderful opportunity to meet other artists from the Caribbean and the rest of the world.

Ponm Damou Poetry Slam 2009 Finals

December, 2009. First place winner of the first annual Ponm Damou Poetry Slam Competition organised by Kensley Charlemagne. I never even knew what a Poetry Slam was before this. The experience was uplifting and the event a very encouraging one for young writers on the island. Thank you Kensley for allowing my blessing to come through you.

St. Lucia Writers' Forum

April, 2008. A former member and president of the St. Lucia Writers's Forum. This group meets every Tuesday evening and is made up of mostly poets who are willing to share and accept constructive criticism in the efforts of developing the skills of writers. My time with the group was a short one but I am grateful for the opportunities and especially the different writers that I came to know. I would like to thank the man at the mic in this image, Stan Bishop, another influential poet. He introduced me to the group. I am dressed in white, with some of the other members about to deliver my first performance of my poem "To Be".