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Follow The Path
Posted: March 18, 2011 in Poems, Q.Whitening PhotosTags: path, photography, subway, train
oozing out of my collapsing veins
I did nothing
, but watched– in silence
Running wild
my persona
drifted into thin air
tied itself to a black hole
and never returned…
drifting
further away
into oblivion
my identity
with its bags near the door
never said goodbye
— I never muttered a word
just heard the door slam
and
the tires take off
leaving me in the smoke
with a wounded heart
inhaling dangerous ideas
hand me down
smoke
deadly
icy asphalt
was to blame for slippery morals
sliding further out of reach
seemingly impossible to catch
capturing them
an olympic competition
keeping them
noble prize worthy achievement
I’ve had more than once before
and they shall return to me again
Now, just a rough patch
dry spell
no intimacy
just impotence
incompetence
you absence
is potent
need a clearance
for grievance
practice patience
because i will seek vengeance
i expect penance
because they took everything
you said nothing
so as they raped our motherland
as they violated your mother
made our backs bleed
you bore the burden
505 years later
you are the burden
still dancing to the tune of gunfire
still violating your mother
now beating the concrete of the jungle
silently committing suicide.
A Parallel State of Mind
Posted: September 16, 2010 in Poems, Q.Whitening PhotosTags: balls, images, Life, Love, pictures, reflections, worlds
Portrait Series: Pat The New Model
Posted: July 14, 2010 in Poems, Q.Whitening PhotosTags: images, photo, photography, pictures, portrait
The Signal of A Trend
Posted: June 16, 2010 in Art, Poems, Q.Whitening Photos, Street ArtTags: Art, image, photo, picture, street art
Today he’s so melancholy; onlookers glance at a felon probably,
they label his camaraderie gangs, his pants don’t hang,
he doesn’t throw tantrums, he’s not a primate-he’s handsome,
but they say watch him-he steals, he’s not a thief and he too feels, he’s not looking for a record deal-he tries, he applies while he’s forced two be categorized by filling out a section he despised, simultaneously his friends die, he buys nice things, he never yells-he’s intuitive and writes things, no one can encompass what his plight brings,
nights bring thugs that are hungry, and NO that’s not drug money, your funny,
no walking thru his neighborhood, those same neighbors say he’s too good,
cause he won’t really associate, his lifetime goal isn’t to procreate and he scoffs at orange ball, more like Warhol, all I’m saying is when you see a
“BLACK” man, it’s your call.
Written By: Jammie Thompson
Posted By: Q.Whitening
By J’Vonne Parker AKA BIG WORDZ
Inspiration;
I wrote this poem because, so many people are living for money, worshipping money, and dieing for money. In the mist of their search for money they lose themselves and their happiness. I pray for these people because god has given us all gifts, gifts that we are great at and we love doing. The only thing is that most don’t know or believe in Jesus Christ so, they continue to do things outside their purpose or design and by doing this they may achieve maximum finance but may never have true happiness! Its all about quality of life you can have a billion dollars in the bank and feel empty. Just know that investing in money does not lead us to purpose in life but, investing in Christ will lead us to purpose of life and that’s the ultimate price! So, until the next time be blessed and leave the stress to the rest! BIG WORDZ!
Posted by Pat
Soft as a dream
No sounds, so serene
A river runs wide thru my eyes
Relishing in his being
Breathing his thoughts
Turned to words untaught
Bouncing from my drum
To that dwelling seldom saught
To me, he is a deity
Transforming my identity
To only his slave
Yet in all tranquilty
Written By: Sadeeah Bunch
Photo By: Q.Whitening
Posted By: Q.Whiteing