Book in Review: The Deferred Dream

“I remember a lady came up to me after the NO STAGE shoe in Pittsburgh and she was in tears. She said to me, ‘I wish my son could be here to see this. This would have saved his life.’ I knew it was on from then…”

Here is a collection of poetry and short stories in the book “The Deferred Dream” by Jo’rell Whitfield, also known as Lyrical the Lyricist, one half of Writing for My Life with Archie the Messenger. What’s here is not the usual “the sun as the galaxy collides when the comets align, I am not my hair, I am pro bono” kind of poetry. It’s what I call the shit you need to hear when you to scared to listen to yourself. Everyday words from an everyday man and this book is a collection of those words.

“I’m only human. I make mistakes, I miss birthdays, forget names…can’t recognize faces. Sometimes I’m racist. Sometimes I rebuke it, sometimes I embrace it. I’m ambitious, yet complacent.” - Excerpt from "Only Human"

Whitfield, Jo'rell H. (2012-02-26). The Deferred Dream (Kindle Locations 602-605). BookBaby. Kindle Edition.

Also in the book is a snippet of Jo’rell’s next book “The Chronicles of Hope,” that’s about a man and four of his friends just graduating from college and having to go through the challenges of life. Which could range from, paying Sallie Mae that money back to that one girl who want to poke that hole in the condom because you’re one of the “good ones” so she got to get you now before “some white bitch will.” It’s safe to say that I will be looking for that book for sure.

“Thank you for birth, and abortions. Thank you for confederates, gays and lesbians. Thank you for terrorists, or as we call them: Racist Americans.” - Excerpt from “Gratitude”

Whitfield, Jo'rell H. (2012-02-26). The Deferred Dream (Kindle Locations 851-853). BookBaby. Kindle Edition.

You can get the book by clicking the link below:

Amazon.com: The Deferred Dream eBook: Jo'rell H. Whitfield: Kindle Store

http://amzn.to/LQ5NBE

Be sure to check out www.Writing4MyLife.com to get updates on upcoming events, such as No Stage, which will be all over. Starting in Buffalo, NY this June.

The Circularity of Damaged Relationships

Kiss me, feel the fireworks, watch the sky/I make you smile, but you’d rather have what makes you cry.

-Tupac Shakur (Jon B ‘Are You Still Down’)

Disclaimer: I’m not even supposed to be writing about this shit. Snugg and Q Double, this is more of their thing. There are plenty of dumb things out there happening right now that I, Q. Busy, could be ridiculing, satirizing or making fun of. But instead I’m here. Writing ANOTHER an article about—of all things—relationships.

To all of our faithful readers, yes, all three of you, I apologize in advance if this comes across as redundantnessousity (word I just made up). But this topic gives us SO fuckin much material that I don’t think it’ll ever tire upon us.

Q Double:

Whatever son, just hurry the hell up. It’s just about time you returned with a proper article. That “Relationships and Gum” shit barely even qualified as a tweet.

Q. Busy:

Fuck off. Tweet deez nigga.

Both:

@IncScribes

So sit back, relax, catch a contact, sip ya Cognac.

I present to you.

The Circularity of Damaged Relationships

Punkass Jeans

By: Q. Busy, Q Double and Incredulous Scribes affiliate M. Drumline of M. Drumline Productions.

What's wit all the clothes nowadays and all that bullshit on the back of the pants? That shit don't match wit everything and they expect u to pay $70.00+ for that shit only to be able to wear it with a fucked up looking shirt of the same brand once every two or three weeks.

Niggas is getting older and broker nowadays and yet they still go out and spend their entire check on two damn outfits.

TWO.

FFW. FORFUKINWAT?! To lie to everybody else like you're living the life and to "fit in"? Grow up and be an adult, a parent, a mentor. Something that's worth it that shows the world u made a difference to someone. That you're someone worth being: for your kids, for someone less fortunate, for someone without anyone to look up to. Instead of making YOURSELF look less fortunate by trying to show off the latest outfit to better ur popularity.

Stop buying that bullshit.

And take them damn punkass, pussass, sweet ass, uglass jeans off.

-M. Drumline

Blue denim jeans: Quite possibly the most versatile piece of clothing ever created, fit for a man or a woman depending on the cut. You can style them with some wheat-colored Timbs or some nice high heels. Nice with a white tee or a fly ass blazer.

What the FUCK can you wear with your once-respectable jeans with a fuckin TIGER coming out of a DRAGON'S mouth on both of the back pockets?!!!!

The world is a gay place. Getting gayer by the day.
(Not that there's anything wrong with being gay...if YOU'RE GAY!)

Which you probably are.

But still, take them damn punkass, pussass, sweet ass, uglass jeans off.

-Q. Busy

I can wear the same pair of blue jeans for a whole damn week. And they just get better with time. That dragon, cock, baseball bat on the back pocket gets a GTFOHWTSABS!!!!!

And FUCK SKINNY JEANS!!! Grown ass men rockin my side piece's jeans and shit. Ole "lemme get a size 36 but I wear 42" ass nicca. Ole "ayo baby how bout I wear yo jeans tonite" ass nicca.

Now take them damn punkass, pussass, sweet ass, uglass jeans off.

-Q Double

Q. Busy Answers Viewer Mail Pt. 2

"Once again back it's the incredible."
-Chuck D. "Bring The Noise"

In our second part of "Q. Busy Answers Viewer Mail" we navigate the murky waters of the BP oil spill, provide some insight on workplace relationships and we may or may not find out a bit more of the personal sides of our until-now pretty secretive Incredulous Scribes.

SECOND LETTER

Death Jam

By Q. Busy

"Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives." -A. Sachs

Can't eat ribs. That'll kill ya. Can't have raw sex. That'll kill ya. Can't take a quiet stroll on a Summer's night. Some crazy white man will gut you and strangle you with your own intestines and then rape your empty eye sockets.

And then they'll kill ya.

Can't cheat on your man. He'll kill ya. But we gon' all die one day anyway right? Can't smoke. That'll kill ya. Can't drank. That'll kill ya. I mean what the fuck?! This some ole bullshit. Pretty soon stickin a gun to your head and pullin the trigger gon be able to kill you too...

..Wait.

Uh oh, you should've run that yellow light instead of stopping. And now at this next intersection an escaped pack of rhinos is waiting to anally abuse you with their giant erect tusks. Too bad, so sad.

I'm just sayin. Every damn thing can kill you. Anybody...name the most harmless activity you can think of, and I'll tell you how it can kill you. Don't worry, I'll wait.

And that all life is: A laugh here, and a nut there. But all it REALLY is, is a chain of events in which your ass was fortunate to avoid death.

Sure...today it's all good. But tomorrow that nigga that you refused a dance with at the End-of-the-Year 5th grade dance may just pop out of your bushes as you're entering your crib and stab yo ass

.

See what I'm sayin? All that shit matters.

Many people spend such a substantial portion of their lives working a job that they don't like, to afford things that they don't need, to impress people that they can't stand. What a tragic waste of something so special, so finite as the only life you'll ever get. I don't know about you all, but I love ME too much to not pursue all of my goals, passions, and ambitions before my number is called. I encourage you all to do the same.

I guess what I'm ultimately tryna say is: Life wants you dead. And whether you're ready or not, when it's your time to go, it's your time to go.

But life doesn't always hafta win, you could always just kill yo'self.

Outbreak

DISCLAIMER: This news article is not an attack on the South. Just dumb sons of bitches in general. The author is actually from S.C. Still…kill yourself if you can’t take a joke.

OUTBREAK

By: Q. Busy

Contributions By: Matrix

"Fuck the dopeboy shit, to me it's played out/You still livin' wit ya moms runnin' ya mouth." -Rapper 'Matrix' on "Section 8 Anthem"

A virus has infiltrated and begun making its way through a small town in the upstate portion of the state of South Carolina. Officials are warning residents of Fountain Inn to be wary of the IaNR virus.

Uncharacteristic of many viruses, this particular strand of agent can be clearly seen without the aid of a light microscope and may easily replicate without being inside the living cells of another organism.

Early reports of those who have sighted the virus say that the virus normally travels in numbers of ten or more and are highly attracted to: tacky over-modified old automobiles, public displays of ignorance, and large wads of rubberbanded one-dollar bills.