Author: Q. Javon Overton

Fifteen Soon 1-7-84 Give me the needle so I can dream my reality pushing death into my veins to give me life It is the only way I have ever known how to live trying to make things better than they can ever be even if it means lying and cheating away my soul I … Continue reading Fifteen Soon

We The People Where have our voices gone? We sent all of you the US Congress and the US Senate to do what you promised you would before we elected you. Instead, you are walking around with your tales tucked tight between your legs. If you cannot attempt to perform your duties for the good … Continue reading We The People!

The Night Sky I love you with all the joy and pain this life can bring. I will respect your voice as it comforts me and gives me direction. Your place in my heart is as sacred as Africa is to the evolution of man. The sign of a grown man is how much he … Continue reading The Night Sky

Always remember you are beautiful; You do not owe any man your body for coinor good deed. Your heart should guidewho you allow to touch you intimately. Always remember, your body is sacred, and you must treat it as such. If any manis allowed in your temple, be sure hevalues all of you, not just … Continue reading A Woman

I loved you long before there was a moon I have loved you in my darkness, where no sun had ever shone Before recorded time, I was eager for your soul Peering through the night for just a glimpse of a love that would make me whole When there was light, I saw it emanating … Continue reading I Love You More

You Are My Soul If something happens to you, there is no me; you are the blood my heart pumps to sustain my life. Actually, you are more than that; without you, I would lose the rhythm of breathing or walking if there was no us. The thought of you not being at my side … Continue reading Excerpt from “Retribution”

Sometimes my words bite. At other times, I pray they bring comfort to a sad heart. A smile to whoever might need some cheer. A soothing word for the person angry at life. I give thanks every day I see my words form stories I didn't know were in me. I have loved so strongly … Continue reading The Magic of Love

Where does love go when it is not shared Does it crawl into a corner to wait for life Where does the soul hibernate when it is alone Do tears never cried fall silent in the mind's darkness When do you know you have given the purpose to love Do you spread your wings and … Continue reading Where Does Love Go

Tremble I have loved you in ways that only time has been witness to. I have given myself to our dream completely, brushing off any reservations. I live for your touch. I hunger for the taste of your mouth. I have cried for our losses, laughed at our successes. I have loved you with a … Continue reading Tremble

I remember the first time I tasted your lips, there was excitement and surprise. There are few moments I shall cherish more. I thank your parents for such a wonderful woman and friend. Such a canvas can only be painted once. © Q. Javon Overton 2019

4-10-86 I am the dreamer. I drift without effort Upon the clouds. I am the huntress, and forever I stalk the path Into the future, roaming the misty jungles of the Mind's eye. I am the strength of generations that have passed And will come. The flight of my dreams sends chills into the World … Continue reading Dreamer

Quiet anger is a cancer. It eats its way through the soft tissue of your mind, looking for your heart to attach itself to. Quiet anger is like an open wound you try to bandage, knowing nothing you do will ever stop the bleeding.Quiet anger takes that last piece of you and twists your reality … Continue reading Quiet Anger

Can I tell you why I cry in the dark? It is because I have forgotten how to save the worldI am cramped; it has been so long my wings will no longer unfurl There was a time that I soared above the earth searching for those in need of healingSo much self-inflicted pain and … Continue reading Tired Wings

Broken Man. 9-3-85 Why do you whip my child? He only wanted to know why we wear these chains? He can’t understand why being black is a reason to be ashamed! He looks at your child carrying a book, and he too wants to read Not knowing, they forbade it because it would supersede the … Continue reading Broken Man

A Rose 5-18-94 Deep in the heart of a forest, where surely no sunshine could flow There stood a single rose, surrounded by darkness, but still it did grow In all its beauty, it stood there, and I thought no one would ever see its beauty shine I discovered its beauty on a quiet moonlit … Continue reading A Rose