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Raised in Houston Texas, Marcell Murphy,has been reciting poetry for 10 years and mixes the condensed energy of his performances with surreal written images. And is still a B-Boy to his heartHe is co-founder of the Houston Poetry Slam Team, promoting poetry slam as an art form in which poets compete against each other for the love of the audience; the scores can go to hell.He is a co-founding member of the Black Out Arts Collective Houston Chapter. Blackout Arts Collective is a nation wide organization that promotes education and economic empowerment through the arts in communities of color.He has performed all over the United States and in Jamaica and Canada. He was named the High Volume Musics Favorite Male poet of the year in 1999 and he was also named the Renaissance Entertainments Most Valuable Poet in 2001As a former member of the Texas Southern University Debate team he competed in Speech and Debate and has acted in numerous stage plays throughout Houston and has been featured in numerous poetry venues around the United States.With topics ranging from politics to love, he has captivated audiences across the country and abroad making a distinct impression every time he gets on stage.By trade he is a Computer Technician, with writing as his passion, this self proclaimed book worm has a strong, obessive,down right scary adoration for the written and spoken word. He has been influenced by the great writers of the Black Arts Movement to the pioneers of dark and gritty free verse He hopes to spread the message of empowerment through his words and his actions.

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Well Houston Poetry Family The H-town slam team is here at Nationals. Many thanks to all who got us here and we will keep you updated. Marcell H-town Houston Slammaster
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 16:28:00 GMT

Houston we have a National Youth Poetry Slam Team

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Posted by on Wed, 16 Jul 2008 07:55:00 GMT

I am still writing

He can't see stars for streetlights, dreams of heaven Though pocket lint, pours his promise through liquor Bottles to see the world beautiful, he has aStomach that burns like a church in Dixie, Tattoo...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 16:24:00 GMT

i’m still writing

Stable She understood my rage, she just didn't understand That I understood too, I became accustom to my flawsShe reminded me they were there I hoped in vein that they would not be like cuts From a fa...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 16:15:00 GMT

the Corpus Christi Win and Your In Bout

Well after me causing Stefan (many thanks) and Steve Marsh (sorry to be falling back into my old habits) to lose a little more of their hair the Houston (H-TOWN) Slam Team had a great victory in...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 09:59:00 GMT

Paint the World

I would Paint the world you; Drown in hues that follow lifetimes Capture the Rapture in the image of a child, Hold you in the shape of ocean waves, Nurture everyone you l...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 15:22:00 GMT

Halo 3

It official. I do not need a social life, a girlfriend, a job, or any other passion since i got my cable back and i have been online.......meccacell is still my tag name and if you want some come get ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 15:20:00 GMT

Work in Progress

My Father He was a stranger to glory, his life like his body Shifted with the wind he was quick to avoid mirrors Me and every woman he slept with A parasite of lost potential He hangs from a no...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 22:15:00 GMT

Speak ill of the dead ..... well in this case anyway

For Jerry Falwell At the time of your death You were painted with the broad brush Of the sanctified; People of your flock professed How much you loved God and Articulated how you manifested Al...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 22:09:00 GMT

old poem that i worked on

Its a dark symphony playing the song of an An everlasting winter, Suffocating the space we breathe into conversations We stopped having, because of time Drawing our blood in the sand does not leave...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 06:47:00 GMT