Special Dedication....

Peace everyone,

It's 5:53pm and although it is about 99 degrees outside, the heat has somehow become bearable(if you can really believe that!)

Anyway, I had planned a break away from the internet next week for the most part, except for checking on email and comments, but things do get a little more hectic than usual, and I can feel the load is weighing in on me, so although I took some days off for next week, I am starting my break today. But while I was at work, I wrote a poem conveying my feelings over the past few months. I send this out as a dedication to those who wish to take on the mission of helping mankind return to their noble state, but continue to fall on deaf ears or wishy-washy hearts. Some people of conscious can feel something is in the midst and are trying to warn the masses which seems to be either in a state of fear, or simply don't care and are trying to distract themselves with consuming material items or partaking in pleasures that really never satisfy, but leave the empty soul looking for more extreme ways to satisfy themselves.

Others are finding fault in everything from conservatives to liberals, to religion to immorality. All of this is false. The problem is that the human being has taken matters into his/her own hands without any guidance from the Creator of this Universe.

Regardless of the circumstances, you must press on, no matter how tired you may be, but it never hurts to express feelings of discontent or dispair, you are after all human. Thank you for reading this blog, I will respond to comments, so please if you have something to say, say it. I'm here. Hope to hear from you on July 16, when I reveal the winner of the Safe and Sound Giveaway on BlogTalkRadio. In the meantime, keep going....Quwwa.





WEARY...

I feel like I can't go on
I'm tired
My heart hurts
My body is tired
Mind is tired
Soul is tired

From living in a world where the make believe is reality
And reality is relative
And relative is the truth
And truth is confusing
And confusion is loved
And true love is hated
And pure hatred is loved
And desires are adored
And the intellect is abhorred

Makes me want to sit down and quit because I'm tired

Using every means of communication from paper, pencil, paint, brush
canvas, telephone, microphone, internet, audio, video
Hoping someone will understand
Speaking to many knowing only few if any will reply
Hearing people tell you they love you when you know they lie

Makes me want to sit down and quit because I'm tired

Of speaking to deaf ears
Of exposing to blind eyes
Of touching bodies that are numb
Of emoting to sealed hearts

Makes me want to sit down and quit because I'm tired

Tired of fighting, arguing, bickering
Hearing that your truth is only opinion
And their opinion is the truth

Heart is closing up
Trust is lost
Pain for the people is getting numb

Feeling is almost gone
Don't wanna do it anymore

But I gotta remember what I am doing this for

Gotta remember...Gotta remember..

Gotta rejuvenate...I can't give up....I can't give up

'Cause life is a test see...And I have no plans of failing.

Quwwa.....© 2009 All Rights Reserved

Let Me Take a Moment!!!

Peace y'all

Just sitting here in the lab, thinking of some things, not much on the slate today, due to maintenance issues with my computer. While I'm removing the kinks outta my computer, enjoy this poem from Suheir Hammad and music by K-Salaam and Beatnik. It's entitled "Refugees" I'll beez back, OK



Special thanks to BellaCosaArt, Gilstrap Designs and Janet Vanderhoof, who are wonderful artists in their own right, but gave me some wonderful reviews as well. I gotcha Bella!!!

To my blog family, ONE LOVE Y'ALL.

And a special thanks to anyone who checks my blogs. I'll be back with some wonderful news next week, so stay tuned!! Love Always

Can't Run.....So DON'T!!!

Peace Y'all

Yo Quwwa, what's up? You look pizzissed! I am. How pissed? We'll as Comedian Robin Harris used to say, pissed to the highest of pisstivity(lol)!

Tell me bout it.

Okay. Recently I was invited to another Ning site that was created from someone that was a friend on my Iseecolor site. I thought to myself that this was another opportunity to expose my art and get my voice out there. The person had commented on my blogs and gave me the impression that they dug my steelo.

Well last night I decided to get to work on my page, and posted one picture I entitled Down N Out. No sooner as I posted the picture, I received an email from this person telling me to "keep it positive". Now I can admit I can be of one who jump to conclusions(after all I am human) but it bugs me that people's first impression of my work is "depressing" as if I'm trying to dampen people's spirits or something. I guess people are really falling for this "change you can believe in" jazz.



For the record, my work is a simple reminder of those who fell through the cracks of this life, filled with materialism, and the enticing of the base desires of the human being. One should not be so obsessed with obtaining all the toys in this life, for death is imminent. One should strive for that which pleases God. We all know(or should know) that for most of us this life is filled with tests, hardships and pain. I have experienced this in a concentrated form for the past 7 years, but through it all(thank God) I feel that I have perservered.

In January one my Ning sites asked a question about the impact of having a "black president" would bring. Most of the responses from Blacks were that of "it gives the world a chance to see that we can be CEO's of Fortune 500 companies and big businesses" in other words, we get a chance to show America that we are not all "thugs and welfare queens" and such.

I don't have to prove anything to this world about my worth as a God created human being. I have nothing to prove to anyone except myself. That I would take the talents He(Al-Khaliq) has given me and use my voice for His bidding.

It is with that in mind that I focus alot of my work on downtrodden and oppressed people. While we sit and idolize the Fortune 500 companies, we simply turn our heads and ignore the Unfortunate Millions that are victims of this Criminal Economy and these Global Gangsters. I try to illuminate them. Give them the honor they deserve.

Through negativity one should try to strive for that which is "positive" but the key here is what is one's definition of positive? I don't believe the love of money is the root of all evil, but I don't believe that having alot of money is "positive" either, especially when those who possess it are bombarded with personal problems that money cannot cure. Take a look at your favorite entertainer, sports personality, or politician and see what I mean.

I try to maintain a balance where alot of people wish to "escape" that which is apparent. I don't mind painting landscapes, still life and such, but in the end, what have I done if that's all that I paint? No offense to those who paint these objects at all.

Let us begin to face our problems head on, whether personal, social or spiritual. I guarantee you the feeling of liberation is great. Beside I have never heard of a toeache or a toothache going away by ignoring it, have you?

Take care everybody...LUV YA!!

Some Cool Poetry....

Peace Yo.

It's 2:35am, yeah that's right AM NOT PM(lol)

I'm about to crash, just finished working on a small piece, very interesting me thinks.

Anywho, I have a blog coming up, but I saw this on one of my NING sites, and thought I'd share it with you. It's a nice poem by Kirk Nugent entitled 21st Century Slave.

Catch Ya Later, and oh yeah, MUCHO LUV for the well wishes for my sister. She is getting better, thank GOD. Take Care.


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UPLIFTED!!!

Peace Yo!!

Check the clock. 8:56pm. Whatcha doing? Blogging, what it look like(lol)? Thought you were gonna lay off for the rest of the week? I was, but I went to check on my sister today, and it was very inspiring to see her sitting up in her bed, smiling as more loved ones came to visit her.

Oh, my bad, for those who don't know(like those on Blogger(lol) this past week I was rocked hard when I received news that my sister suffered a stroke. This past Tuesday my sister was not feeling very good, but no one knew what was going on at the school where she worked. They knew her as a cheerful person who spoke to everyone, but even her students complained to other faculty that something was wrong with her. People came to try to speak with her, but she would not respond. In the middle of the day, she just got up and left the job. She drove home, which is a 30-35 minute drive from Richardson to her house. While driving home she called my mom, but could not say anything, but make grunting noises. When my mom told me this, all I could do is praise GOD for only His protection(Al Hafidh)preserved her from being found somewhere in another city, not having a clue of what happened.

When she got home her daughters(my nieces) thought nothing of it, but when she sat down, they knew something was wrong because she said nothing and began to look at the house as if she did not know why she came there. One of my nieces began crying when she asked my sister if she knew who she was, in which there was no response.

The day after they admitted her, I came to see her, and all she could do was nod her head and say yes. I told her I loved her, and she just nodded and said yes. She tried to say I love you, but she could not say it , so I told her I know. I went back to my mom and immediately began crying. My mom said that if she said yes to you, that was progress.

I went to see her today and was happy to see her smiling, as one of her friends was combing her hair. She is still having a hard time putting words and sentences together, but she is a fighter. Always been. Through being a single mom with two kids and absolutely no help from a sorry a** ex-husband who wouldn't take care of his own seed.

We have that kind of bond that makes me ask her if she or the kids need anything, and make sure that they do not have need. She is not poor or anything, but I was raised to make sure the womenfolk in my family had no need for anything. I carry that now more than ever, as my father passed in 2004.



I did this picture for her about 2 years ago. I can't even make prints for this, she won't let me(talk about copyrights(lol) but it's cool. I'm reminded of her when I see this picture.

Take care y'all, and thanx to all of those who joined my blog, sent well wishes as well as my dear Sister in the Arts Shannon Grissom, who continues to show her generosity and love and appreciation for the arts. This week I am a featured member on Give Your Walls Some Soul. This is another site that I enjoy being a part of. More on this later. Love Ya!!!!

PS STOP JOCKIN MY STYYYYYLE(HA)!!!!!