Motivation Mic

Motivation Mic is your chance to get your inspiring story heard. Do you have a speech brewing in your bones? An experience of victory you have been waiting to voice? Perhaps some poetry that makes goosebumps roll across listening skin? Then come and experience the positive vibes of this soul stirring event. Come to inspire and be inspired! We want to hear what you have to say.

Each person gets 8 minutes on the #MoMic!

Where: Simply, Feel Better-Self Health Space
When: Every Third Friday
Doors Open 6:30 pm, Show starts at 7!
How much: $8, Light refreshments served.

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Always With You

Embarrassed of my beating heart flowing like ocean wave to shore of separated self. The crashing sings like a glue made of cinnamon scented memories that grows legs tall enough to touch pastry sky, just past the horizon of wondering what sweetness tomorrow brings, fearful still of falling from so far, I march forward.

I break things to put them back together. Chew to eat. If only the sacrifice meant that you would remember your soul, I would wash your feet with my collected clouds. As surely as the boat sees the lighthouse, so too do I see the source of brightness in you coming clean. You are likened to celestial nourishment, you are part of humanity’s constellation, your sparkling guides out your eyes.

On shore of separated self, your light calls me to write deep past the midnight hours of lonely pillow where crickets sing to find their kin a midst the dying grass of the season. What to make of the heart that welcomes winter in its spring, the heart that affirms failure with enough abundance to read words from a stranger miles away. I pray that you remember what you have even when you think you’ve lost everything, recall that your most prized possession is no thing.

by Kevon Simpson 2014 ©

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Look Closer

Dim the light near creaking door, and split the ribbons a little more,
until they fray and fall apart, to reveal hope’s hidden heart,
sneaking awake like tired snore, in throat of man always bored,
waywardly waiting for new start, future missed as bullseye dart.
Haunted by forgotten things, free falling loose as feather’s wing,
ruffled by stab of muse, who see’s the hole and wants new shoes,
walking quietly as cloaked king, knowing not the magic he brings.
If only he could change his view, removing that sunglass tint of blue,
that hides horizons across colored sky, as bird in him refuses to fly.
Timid tongue tied quiet glance, longing only for second chance,
dodging wire webs of the sly, who transmute truth leaving bitter lie,
that unzips itself as lonely pants, in songless soul devoid of dance.
Break free oh mighty man and believe in yourself again,
there in the eye of the mirror is your number one friend.

by Kevon Simpson 2014 ©


Crossing the Street

God’s effort to unite strife-torn humanity manifests itself within your heart as the friendship instinct.

~ Paramhansa Yogananda, Spiritual Relationships


What would this world be without the beauty of friendship? That deep calling to connect to the spark you see in another’s eye has been a saver of many lives. For when the family doesn’t understand, isn’t the friend always there? And if you are blessed enough to have family as friends, sadness can not enter your heart and live there too long. And if there is no friend without, then there is always the infinite friend within, and this friend will never leave you. The most joyous, abundant, successful parts of my life have been the result of powerful spiritual friendships; light reflecting light.

Within the past year alone, I lost an aunt to cancer, and a grandmother to old age. The devastation that unfurled within the collective heart of my family brought us all back together. I think we all finally understand that our time here on this planet is limited. For it is indeed true that about 100 years from now, all that you know to be, all the people you have smiled at, all the arms you have hugged, lips you have kissed, will be gone. Though, this is not an invitation to sadness.

This is an invitation to celebration! Use your time here wisely, reach out to that old family member, reach out to that old friend, but always with your heart first. Forgive them in the light of your heart, tap their shoulder with the light of your heart, then give them a call, and make plans to meet for dinner, tea, whatever you like. Reach always for the friend within, for this friend is omnipresent. That friend within is an infinite organizer of the most minute details of your soul’s dream, and you are never truly alone. And in remembrance of that, love all around you like it will all one day be gone. Then you will truly be living, because to accept death as an inevitability, frees up the soul and allows it to shine through the body’s limited time here. You will stop being debilitated by your fear of failure, for it is the fear of being hit by a car that stop many from crossing the street. But it can be quite simple, all we have to do is make eye and soul contact with those around us, all we have to do is look at the lights.


Eadem Mutata Resurgo

Our blood who art thou in each other
hallowed be thy genetic names
Thy Remembrance come
Thy will be done in governments
as it be in peoples’ hearts
Give us this day our daily dose of love
and forgive us our atomic bombs
as we forgive those who destroy our home
And lead us not into brainwashing
but deliver us from manipulation
For in thine own heart is the wisdom
the power, and the glory
for ever and ever

by Kevon Simpson 2013 ©
a poem from Grammatology 

Who Am I?

If you love the life you live,
you’ll live the life you love,
when keys no longer work,
knock on the door above,
not on the invisible man
with glowing white beard;
seek ye wisdom of thy soul,
travel where few have dared.

To go deep within,
to churn past foreign mud;
to unearth ancestral kin;
to find your fit like sacred glove.
Be they midnight fights, or tired nights,
when winter stays too long,
hold wind of life as string of kite,
for silver linings sing lullaby songs.
As you awaken, from the knock on the door,
you’ll find yourself standing there,
as you never knew before.

by Kevon Simpson 2014 ©

Coming True

The ground has been placed back under my feet,
during eye of tempered storm where peace and pain meet,
to merge together as battle scars of long lost brothers,
who fought the war at different ends, but made it out together.

Languid leaves laying lonely still,
to become soil of earth of which we till;
what dies today can be seen in tomorrow,
they say nothing’s new, and all we do is borrow,
but burrow do we deeply in soil of famished self,
to find fresh words as healing herbs labeled upon the shelf.

Though some may never find, even as they grow old,
that firefly light that frees us from the war in our souls.
Dear You, Search for it dearly and soon you will find,
all hopes you’ve ever hoped manifested beyond the mind.

by Kevon Simpson 2014 ©