The Life-Span of a Shadow

I'd like to Marvel at what  the street-lights see
The comical outlines of it's shadows,
Tripping & slipping into street-fights
Street-Nights are profound..
stories told, age old tales spoken in the peak of winter's cold
walls embrace the moving animations of the past 


Forever Lost in ignorance, lost in a definition of bliss
As Rat races commence in the gutter of life.
When the sun rises, death capsized the soul of the shadow until another night
Orange lights give off the sense of fore-shadowing.

Tragic shadows paint the picture of pain, 
flashing turquoise off the wall, blinding sight & the ability to hear,
We'd be lying to ourselves if we said, we had no fear.

Some will say they're Simply shaky imitations, but then what are we?
Concrete validations
filling the spiritual voids in our soul
With dark, black holes,
Wandering aimlessly with us..

Obstructing the light from entering our hearts

and we're left with dark silhouettes who follow are every move... 

simply opaque objects orienteering ourselves into an obsolete existence.. 


There is a luminous hope peering through the crevices 
of our souls, 
careful reflection cultivates it into a glowing transparency,
The shadows nemesis.
and in to beautiful struggle or a resolute resistance.


Ever pondered the Life-Span of a Shadow?
Simplistic minds attribute it to light reflecting off an object
inquisitive minds however, abject..
Perhaps they've seen, the consequences..
When man chooses not to reflect..


by Mohamed-Zain Dada

Mother Britain: The Short Film Coming Soon

Thank you to everyone involved in the short film... from the young poets to the parkour peeps and the film-maker Hannah...

The premier of the film will be at the Noble Sage Art Gallery in a few weeks, dates to be confirmed.

If you are interested in viewing the short Film: Mother Britain get in touch...
The journey of youth poetic collective Words Apart and how they grasped with their identity's in multiculteral Britain, what ensues is them asking themselves what they truly are in a country of their birth but not their origins with the help of free-running....

'From Curry Hut to Jerk City, 2 for 2 to fufu,
black magic and vodoo, blessed souls
and pure hearts...
Britain is change, a paradoxial kingdom of 6 figure salaries
and 6 pounds and hour in the corner shop... ' - an extract from a poem in the short film - Dear Mother Britain.

Be part of the Biggest Youth Film to Hit the UK

Anyone who missed the initial meeting still has a chance to be part of the Poetry - Parkour Film.

The film funded by the Royal Society of Arts with a £2,500 grant merges the art of Parkour with Poetry (Free-Running, Click here to see the Parkour group working with Words Apart for this Film!

The concept will be Britishness and what we identify as being British.  We NEED YOU, THE YOUTH to add to the film as POETS, ACTORS, WRITERS, BEAT-BOXERS, DANCERS, ARTISTS, PRODUCERS, DIRECTORS.

Be part of London's biggest youth film this summer and attend the premier afterwards, it's also something great to put on your personal statement.

The first two days are like this

MONDAY  18th JULY - Planning and writing 

TIME  12 - 3pm  at East Finchley - Noble sage Art gallery - 2A Fortis Green , London N2 9EL 

Directions: come out East Finchley station turn left. Walk to the hilltop and turn right at the lights. It's there in front of you!

TUESDAY 19TH JULY - planning and writing - @ the Noble Sage Art Gallery again. 

TIME: 2-5PM

On Tuesday, Locations for the filming will be confirmed.  BUT if you want to take part, you MUST ATTEND the sessions on MONDAY AND TUESDAY. 

Any problems tweet me or ring zain and get my number

Ring me on 07852337369 if you have any problems! 

Arji and Zain

While I was Writing

I don’t know if these words will find

The one’s they were written for

Or that the expression they contain

Will be heard by those they were meant for

Or Even if

The need is greater than the art

I find these times to be of great concern

I sense the breeze is strong for those of duplicity

This is the irony in these tales

And their meanings

Drone bombs fall on my brothers

My sons my daughters my sisters

Blinded by poverty and the air of deprivation

Blinded by machines that show no mercy

Blinded by the men who control their aims

Blind are those who see not this travesty

Foolish am I who thinks we will reach this amnesty

Yet, despite this anger and rage

These lyrics are not bullets

They are not incendiary

Maybe these thoughts are too simple

Their aim a little elementary

Could it be that such emotions

Just don’t reach the parts of us

That will give rise to a force

For change

That will actually deliver

The people of Gaza from their innate disaster

The price of the suffering in Bosnia

And the screams of Ten-year-old Husna in Chechnya

I use to believe

Now I just bleed words

And lyrics for us forgotten misfits

We chase the web for YouTube and a million Tweets

While I was writing this…

Another family’s dreams was just blown to bits 

“While I was Writing” by Cypher 7 A.D

Cypher 7A.D is a Poetry & Spoken Word based enterprise aimed at expressing issues that count, not those that sell..peace.

http://www.cypher7ad.com

Nonsense Poetry

This week, the young people, inspired by Edward Lear produced their own limericks.  Here's a quick intro to Edward Lear and an example of his works:

Edward Lear (12 May 1812 – 29 January 1888) was an English artist, illustrator, author, and poet, renowned today primarily for his literary nonsense, in poetry and prose, and especially his limericks, a form that he popularised.

'There was an Old Man with a nose, Who said, 'If you choose to suppose, That my nose is too long, You are certainly wrong!' That remarkable Man with a nose.' 'There was an Old Man on a hill, Who seldom, if ever, stood still; He ran up and down, In his Grandmother's gown, Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.'

The Words Apart collective formed our own limericks accompanied with illustrations: 

By Fauzia - The Lady Gaga Limerick

By Arj, Vain Pete

By Zain - The Turd called Clegg

                    


                                                 

  
By Special Guest DJ Steaz - Broken promise

By Tajhame Jackson - Marriage Baggage Limerick