July Sixth Drift:: a poem by Dominique 


A poem by Dominique

Drifting into the space

between dreams and reality

Opening up the mind

to unknown possibilities

Breaking the chains of slavery

freeing yourself with love

We ask ourselves questions

in the deep dark

Am I meant to live this way


should I surrender it all to you?

I choose submission



Abandon:: a poem by Dominique Barrentine 


a poem by:

Dominique Barrentine

Quietly I whisper my fears

To the Lord I give it all 

My burden is nothing

Innocently I cry with faith

Hopeful of the future 

My fear is nothing

Lonely I reach upwards

Inward I reach for the spirit

My reality is nothing

Honestly I try for love sake

Trying not to shake/break

My pain is nothing

Hopefully I teach love

Pouring into everyone 

My life is nothing

-Dominique Barrentine 

Beauty. a short poem by: Dominique 

Beauty: A short poem

By: Dominique Barrentine 

4:09 Tuesday, June 14th 2016, California 



Oh Beauty 

How you haunt me

Everywhere I go

My beauty, you follow me

Are you a blessing 

Or really a curse

My body a vessel

Temporary shell on earth 

One day will I escape

No more empty stares

Cat calls will be silenced

We never asked for that

How come you cry out

It’s not me that you see

But my body, my beauty

It’s not real

It’s not me

I am more than my body.


Sky of Many Colors

The sky is blue 

I don’t know what to do

With light shine through

The sky is black 

I can’t hold back

With a panic attack

The sky is pink

I couldn’t think

With out my drink

The sky is bright

I see the light

With it improved sight

The sky is dull

I feel the pull

With emotions full

The sky is blue

I knew

This is what I should do

-Dominique Barrentine 


He had magic 

In his feet

In his eyes

In his hands

He was from outer space 

Another time

Another place

They said he was this

They said he was that

No one understood

He was a moon walker

He was a night stalker

He was a genie 

From a far away land

No one will forget

His name

His moves

His songs 

We loved him

We hurt him

Oh what a man

But was he a man?

Or was he a little boy? 

The world will never know

What could have been?

What would have been? 

Just a shooting star

Just a moonwalker 

-Dominique Barrentine 

Photograph of equestrian portrait of King Philip II (Michael Jackson) 2009, oil on canvas by 

Kehinde Wiley 

On display at SAM 

These are my shoes

 These are my shoes. 

Thanks Dad for the idea 

Thanks Mama for the shoes

And now, a poem


Walking. Running.

Squishing. Squashing.

These are my big girl shoes.

These are the shoes that I wear.

Playing. Dancing.

Painting. Gardening.

These are my rain shoes.

These are the shoes that I love.

Every time that I wear shoes.

With rubber soles, wool socks.

I think of you and

Squish. Squash. 

And here are some extreme close ups of my lawn. I was focusing on the droplets of water. 

Close up #1 

note the lawn is composed of moss, multiple kinds of grass, blue grass, crab grass, and buttercup.

Close up #2  
Close up #3

I love nature. 

-Dominique Barrentine