From Nyne Elementz:
My words started out as experiments in my High School Senior year English class as a pure drive to defy my English teacher. I only ended up inspiring her, for it was she who noted on my poems that I had "the soul of a poet." For many years, my poetry expressed my love, pain, heartaches, and sorrows as I went through life changes. The end result of many of those poems touch the emotions of black men and women alike. When I first appeared in MoorEpics in Atlanta, Georgia to recite "Reasons Why Good Men Hide" as 'IcedFire', I learned that poetry had direction. I learned how far the spoken word can take poetry, and have been on a mission to take my words as far as they would go, eversince. Little did I know how far God was taking me.
Though I do not claim to be a super-conscious brother, I have always had a sincere love for all of my people, all shades and levels, and those tied to us by ancient bloodline connections. I have never myself been a racist, but I have felt many stings from racism. I do not confuse them with moments of apathy in my own life that I have had to deal with and correct. I am not about rhetoric or subscribing to anything that would suggest an inferiority complex, nor a superiority complex. I have worked on being aware of my surroundings and all the elements that have affected my life. I have worked on being aware of the elements that I am made of and how their usage or misuse has affected my life. I do not pretend to be perfect or above anyone. I am simply resolved that no matter what, I will be honest. I will always do my best. My aim will always be to please my maker and to speak what he tells me to, when he tells me to. I believe that he has made me a word warrior, and I have acted on this belief ever since stepping on stage in Dallas Texas in late 2003.
I have honed my skill in spoken word within a few short months in Houston, Texas. My extreme thanks and love goes to every last poet in Houston, TX who has influenced and inspired me to always seek to expand myself. I am forever grateful to you for being the vessels who poured out your knowledge and love upon me. My stint in Houston was brought to a halt by unforeseen things. However, since returning to Atlanta, my words have been unleashed with all the force I could muster. I have not stopped since. I do not plan to stop. I am also grateful to the poets in Atlanta for pouring their love and support upon me. I am with you always when you step on stage and battle everything that sets themselves against us as a people. I am thankful that I have been able to feed many less fortunate with my revolutionary brothers of the POCC Atlanta Unit and the artists joining with Mifok Urban Culture Wear and Just ask, because these are truly loving spirits. I have not forgotten, and will not forget, all of the artists who have helped to bring honest poetry from within to the masses.
My pen has been on fire since joining with the brothers and sisters of Prysmatic Dreams and the New Word Order. I believe that it truly was the best thing that could happen to me as a poet, to meet other artists who are serious about taking the culture of honest self-expression to new levels. We feed and share with one another, and when we perform, awesome things happen. My PD/NWO brethren and sisters will say many kind things about me, but I don't want the focus on those things. Again, my aim is pleasing my maker and speaking what he tells me to.
I'm no longer just a poet and spoken word artist. I am now a writer, producer, self-publisher, and conduit for anyone needing to learn how to take their art to the next level. I'm currently working on learning more about God's word and ministering more to spiritual needs using my talents, including working out some of my own issues. But I've known from childhood that God wants me to be a messenger, and I will do so until He tells me to stop. And I am confident that when I reach a stage near you that you will agree with God that I should not stop until he tells me to.
I've even had the pleasure and honor of standing before an honored
poetry elder, Abiodun Oyewole of The Last Poets, and performing two of
my poems before him. Please do not get it twisted. I do not count this as my greatest accomplishment as a poet. I always consider my greatest accomplishment to be touching the lives of others through my words. And even when that is done, God deserves the praise and glory, not me. I'm just a wad of dirt that God considered worthy to annoint and give a certain gift set to. I'm grateful and thankful for all that he has given me, and I look forward to going as far as He would have me go. After all, I'm just a vessel reciting words that God gives to me. And I hope that all I do for Him, and for you, is enough to matter, to make a difference, and to help facilitate positive change.