THE JOURNEY OF PROSE

"It calls you by name, pulls you from the depths of circumstance and says:

"Now, show me your scars."

THE WARM CUP PRESENTS:

D'elve Je Veux III, Philadelphia native

Welcome to The Warm Cup, a sanctuary for reflection, healing, and growth. Here, art and literature converge to inspire and connect.

Our space is a haven for creative souls, where the transformative power of prose comes alive.

Let's listen in on an interview with

Poet D'elve Je Veux III:

From the moment I could hold a pen, I knew there was a magic within me. Writing became road maps of inner truths. I knew things. And they knew me, too.

One doesn't choose to become a poet, it chooses you. It calls you by name, pulls you from the depths of circumstance and says: " Now, show me your scars."

Prose makes you paint a picture in the blood of wounds that have yet to heal. Poetry makes you crawl through the valley of understanding, until you have reached your sure.

You answer the call----you travel down roads of cobblestoned memories together. You excavate the lessons learned with your bare hands.

To be a poet requires the surrender of your will. You suffer long. You die.

Poets are not born; they rise like the butterfly from cocoons of experience. True poetry is not about memorized lines and rhythm; the depths are known by their silence. The understanding, like sacred songs sung by the Blue Jay and the Jackal---hidden in the rattle of cobras.

Writing prose, gives me the time and space to heal. Every letter becomes a step towards wholeness, much like the branch of an aloe plant folding into itself.

"I felt like a leaf slowly melting into the ground, crushed under the foot of strangers," That's how I've felt most of my life, crushed! Discarded. Unworthy."

How do you tell someone you're dying

Just cleaving to life like a balled fist

that won't come ajar

Like a leaf that slowly melts into the ground

and is crush under the foot of strangers

Like the cloud that dissipates

with the sword of the sun

Maybe this is his will

that I should wither into nothingness

That the magic of my life

should dwindle to the air like dust

What is my cost

that I have loved too easy

That I only felt the hug instead of the knife

That I didn't taste the poison

on the rim of the kiss

I have died many deaths

But this one

-Loneliness

Poets are cast out and thrown into the fire---forced to swim through the flames of wisdom.

We are bearers of sacred truths. We are stewards of keys to ancient doors, unlocking wisdom and insight that guide and inspire others.

There's an inexplicable magic that comes alive in the creative process; it's as if the universe is whispering through my pen, guiding my words and shaping my thoughts. This creative force is something beyond me yet deeply intertwined with who I am.

Writing is not a hobby; it demands authenticity and skill; it's an integral part of my existence and a manifestation of something greater working through me.

I hope my trail of prose resonates with readers on a deeply personal level. I want my words to evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and offer solace. If my prose can provide a moment of clarity, a spark of inspiration, or a sense of connection, then I've achieved my goal.

Poetry has the power to heal, to unite, and to transform, and I hope to share that gift with others.

Embrace the journey and trust in your voice! Write fearlessly and authentically. Don’t be afraid to explore the depths of your emotions and experiences. Read widely, be open to inspiration from unexpected places, and never stop refining your craft. TRUST YOUR MAGIC!

THE WARM CUP's remarks: It sounds like you’ve been on a deeply transformative journey. What you’ve described is nothing short of profound—beyond what most people experience and able to shape your perception forever. There is a unique power in embracing the magic and wonder of life, even amid suffering and the mundane.

Rising above and recognizing the temporality of pain is a profound realization. It's like finding light in the darkest places, becoming a beacon of strength and resilience.

The imagery and emotion you've conveyed are truly captivating. Your metaphor of poetry as a path through the valley of understanding and the transformation of poets from cocoons of experience is particularly striking. It paints a picture of the deep and often painful process of creating art that resonates.

The Warm Cup stands as a testament to the resilience and beauty found in embracing our vulnerabilities and connecting through shared experiences. We are honored to have you as part of our community, and look forward to the continued inspiration and strength your words will bring to all who visit.

-Maxyne Rose

Today was phenomenal...If you had not been courageous enough to go to Africa when you did and in the way you did, if you didn't open the cafe when you did, if you didn't invite Terry when you did...I would not be at the threshold of my break through - the way that I am right now. So, for all that you've overcome and if you ever wonder why or how you will keep doing what you do, especially when it gets gritty and tough, let my face framed in that picture-frame appear to you as a reminder that you are the rarest of gifts.

-Tebego

What you do, who you are, just gives me butterflies.. I love u so much.. Thank u for being You! -

-Brian Towers

It was a complete honor meeting with you today. I will never forget this day EVER!!! You washed my feet and hands and served me tea with hospitality. To watch you share and give, your life so freely for the betterment of the world-ME leaves me speechless. Seeing your empty refrigerator, your overdue bills, hearing your story- I HONOR U, you are royalty!"

-Kenneth

To be absent from the body is to be present with the lord. I know this is usually used for death and funerals, but my spin on this is your work and your poetry to me comes from a dying experience. To really give yourself over and truly become one with your gift and ministry is beautiful and I support you all the way.

-James D

It's all about your positive views and true equality and awareness of others. It's just, I guess when you're free, detached from the earth, the ground you walk on...it's easy to see who floats and who doesn't and the aura you project is freedom in essence! -

-Sarah

D'elve your time is here "hold out just a little while longer" I promise everything will be alright. When I look through your site, poetry, audio, video, art- The world (this world) needs u I see it in your eyes and all around -you made it through for this very moment. Knowing you is a delight.

-TREEK

You have me in tears. I don't think there was a page on this site that I didn't feel your presence. I so needed this. the music, the audio-it all fits!!!! You definitely took me on a journey today and for that I am grateful. Keep ON INSPIRING, you are loved!

-Trent

How you did it, I don't know. But I am grateful for you doing so, as well as knowing you. Because of people like you, my faith in mankind not only grows day by day, but it makes me strive to be better than yesterday and greater than tomorrow, hoping to one day, achieve the same spiritual, and mental enlightenment as you. Thank you and continue to inspire and bring about the good in people as you have with me. your smallest of gestures...magnify into the greatest of entities! Thank you once again.

-Steve H.

You are....you are truly a HERO!!! You are a PHOENIX!!! You have died and came back to life... and your tenacity to live !!! You are stronger than ever man!!! WOW. It's a pleasure to have met you. Thank you for sharing just a small but major part of your life with thousands...especially with me. Congrats on all your accomplishments.

-THE COLLECTIVE

Each page is a reflection of your unwavering commitment, capturing the essence of human experience with language that is both simple and soul-stirring. A truly captivating read that leaves an indelible mark on the heart.

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