About UniverSouLove, The Artiste

"UniverSouLove, a captivating, creative and cosmic creature, is an adamate writer and spoken word performer. Hailing from the cold of the Midwest, this poet is seasoned, stellar and focused on the microphone. "

Seeing Obama In You: You Are Powerful Too

We look at Barack Obama as a powerful, graceful, and divine being. He has earned every right to be considered as such. Barack Obama has come from practically nowhere to raise our conscience, elevate our plight for hope, and encourage us to believe in ourselves and this country. He is a transformative figure who has displayed the strength of ten men.

However, we posses the same strength, bravery and confidence. In us, there lies the divine will to accomplish anything we set our minds to, and to move the people and world around us. Barack has shown us this by empowering us to help him turn this country and world around. He would not be where he is, if wt were not for our power and drive to take this country to another level. We have used the struggles, troubles, and deaths of our fore-parents to equip Obama and ourselves with the tenacity to reclaim America and to move it in a direction it needs in order to sustain itself.

How dare we not consider ourselves strong?? We are this, and much more. By firmly believing that we are in intricate part in Obama's progress will forever connect us to his progress, and create new realities and elevation for ourselves. I believe that each time we look at Barack Obama, we see ourselves. We see beauty. We see knowledge. We see the sacred. We see help. We see progress. We see the possibility of change and hope that was bound to come to this country, to this world.

It was your mental might that helped us get here. It was your spiritual strength and the powerful of your prayers and meditations that helped us get here. Barack Obama is you. You are Barack Obama.

As a Black male, every time I look at an image of Barack Obama I feel I am looking at a reflection of myself. I too am intelligent, an intellectual, transformative, challenging, knowledgeable, confident, and ready for America's challenges and progress.

Each time I speak with someone about Barack Obama, I feel I am speaking about myself too. That his progress is my progress. That his talents are my talents. That his will is my will. I will not separate myself from the same energy and power that he used to get where he is.

We are all a part of this magnetic and beautiful strength that is needed to carry us into a new future.

Christopher Donshale Sims
Change Agent/Poet for Change

Rod Blagojevich: True Illinois Gangster

We talk about gangsters when it comes to Chicago's notorious gangs, the Black Stone Rangers or the Gangster Disciples, but we are overlooking Chicago's interesting and shady history when it comes to politics.

Rod Blagojevich, the latest governor to face corruption charges, represents the fourth governor in recent history that proves that these so-called gangsters do not compare to political giants and thugs of Illinois political history.

Chicago/Illinois gangs do not compare to the power handled and decisions made that our past and present governors have used to control money, political favors and even drugs. We all can remember Al Capone and how we ran an entire city and state - paying off politicians and police to do whatever he wanted.

Sadly, our US Attorney General representative Fitzgerald stated that (Abraham) Lincoln would turn over in his grave. Another statement came from the party responsible for what will become a prosecution of our governor, "Illinois is one of the most corrupt states in America."

We Illinois natives have turned away from truly prosecuting and paying attention to political thugs such as Blagojevich. We thought we were done when George Ryan was convicted, but that is not the case. We elect good looking and well kept men into office, without truly knowing who they are and their agendas. Blagojevich has been practicing Pay To Play politics since he passed the first budget of his administration - over five years ago. A lot of Illinois politicians have been weary of his contracts and way of handling business. Why did we not move towards prosecuting him years ago??

True gangsters keep on moving and plowing their way if they are not stopped. True of Al Capone. True of Rod Blagojevich.

Maybe this is the ending of an era of gansterism as our beloved governor faces a certain trial in the days to come.

Video Highlighting Illinois' corruption history:
http://www.truveo.com/Illinois-History-With-Political-Corruption/id/2305843012150892982

Christopher Donshale Sims
Change Agent

America Watches Youth Commit Suicide: Where Are Our Feelings??

A few days ago, it was announced that a young African American male committed suicide online. Approximately two hundred people watched a young man take pills to kill himself.

For what reason, I am not sure, but this is a sad, sad, sad thing.

It is shocking first, that someone would commit such an act publicly, and second that people would actually view something like this.

I wonder what was on their minds. I wonder what were they thinking while he prepared himself to die. Did they have any feelings at the time? Were they sad, or hurting for the young man?

The saddest thing about the ordeal is that no one discouraged him from killing himself. No one tried to stop him, is what I learned from my mother.

If we can allow ourselves to view such an act on the Internet without any concern, have we lost the ability to feel? Have some of us truly lost the ability to care enough for someone?

Death is a very certain thing. Suicide is considered the unthinkable and undoable. From what I know, suicide is the ultimate no no according to the Bible and/or Christian faith.

So...were there Christians watching then?? Did Christians allow this young man with a life ahead of him let their entertainment lust stop them from maybe saving someone's life?

I am not a Christian, my faith and beliefs are different. But, I can say with all of my heart that I would have spoke out to the young man. If there was a way, I would have said as much as I could to him so that he would not kill himself.

I hope that a lot of us have not reached a point where we have lost feeling in our hearts. If so, we are living in a sad and cold world. One that I would not understand.

Christopher Donshale Sims
Change Agent

Barefoot On Wooden Floors

We walk barefoot on wooden floors
Adoring each other's company.

The benevolence of our comfortable
and cozy moments send me to mesmerizing
trances. Your glances from across the room
consume my entire being.

I begin dreaming of your body adorned
in cinnamon-colored clothing appropriate
only in closed quarters.

You walk by me barefoot
in your holistic beauty.

Beautifully decorating our space
as we embracethe calm of a quiet nite.

Barefoot on wooden floors
We slow dance deliciously, rhythmically.

The fire within me tenderly
warms the smile upon your face.
Suddenly, we realize jazz has a taste.

With my hands on your waste,
we dance the Spanish salsa.

The gyration of your hypnotic thighs
inspire me to move freely, loosely.

I love that we can just be.
Nothing less. Nothing more.
Barefoot on wooden floors.

(c) Christopher Donshale Sims 2005

She Is My Religion

She is my religion,
Her soul is my sanctuary.
I find solace in her happiness.

There is a realm inside
The crevices of her being
Where I can obtain peace at any time.

Whether at the heightof day
Or the deepest of purple nights,
my sacredness is her solitude.

She is my religion.

It is her I believe in.

Her system’s make-up
mirrors the Ancient Moons
Of Ancestors who own the rights
to our so-called "modern" civilization.

We should be praying
To the Mothers who gave birth
To the wisdom she whispers in my ears.

It is the echoes of the night
that encourage me to pray to her.
To share my deepest thoughts and secrets
in the company of her calm.

She is my religion.

My baptism occurred
One morning as she sang a song
To me in my early years of
understanding music, song.

At that very moment,
I belonged in between
Each and every syllable.

In between the rhythmical,
The painted pictures.

Each word was holy water
upon my fore head, and tip of my tongue.

My religion became stories passed on
Through her vessel. My beliefs, the color
Of English’s tasteful vowel sounds.

She is my religion:
The naked moon seeming to travel
With me hand in hand as we revolve around
One another for the sake of balance, life.

I pray to thee:

May I continue to breathe
As Sacred sands cover the lands
Of this holy Earth.

May women continue to give birth.

May men continue to search for knowledge.

May children continue to have the freedom
needed to nurture them before life teaches them.

May bees continue to sip nectar from flowers.

May trees continue to bud during Spring.

May every animal protect their young
and be a part of this thing we call life.

I hope rainbows decorate our skies after rainfall
And we continue to love as human beings.

She is my religion.
She is a solar system
Of waves and regions
Of laughter and light.

She is woman, wisdom, the moon, the night.

(c) Christopher Donshale Sims 2007

Black Women Cry Purple Tears

Black women cry purple tears
After years, and years of loneliness,
abandonment, and betrayal.

They croon blues songs in tune
with false promises
Of lost lovers who watched them
cry themselves into lakes.

Purple tears. Deep violet tears they cry.

Tears that clog city drains
With desperate calls for freedom
From rotten children whose father-less lives
corrupted them before they could count to ten.

I see the blues on black women’s faces
under the foundation of their eyelids.

I can sense the pain, the frustration, the failures.

I can hear the moans, the growls, the screams.

I don’t have enough tissue for these tears.
I don’t know if one box is enough.
Or, if I should even bother.

Because, I have learned that crying
Is a form of release. That crying helps to heal.

But, what a bout those tears
That don’t seem to stop?

The tears that speak out loud?

Tears that ask for help?

Black women cry purple tears
in a non-peaceful world
Where people make nasty comments
about her upbringing, her hair, her body,
her children, her house.

I have only two shoulders,
two ears,
And not a lot of time to listen.

Those tears burn. They burn. Burn. Burn.

(c) Christopher Donshale Sims 2007