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Hello BP and thanks for checking out my page. As you can see my passion is poetry. Many of my favorite poets are deceased. Every now and then I read some Langston Hughes poetry- Democracy and Mother to Son, Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven and Imitation. Last but not least Gwendolyn Brooks My Dream, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell, haha and A Sunset of The City. For now, I'm just focusing on the possible and impossible. All works have been copywritten in 2009. Much peace and love , Jaz
"cherish the beautiful days while they bask in glory." By JH
A Graceful WalkPosted
My footsteps was upon unstable ground. Bare footed and exposed to the worldly possessions of fornication, adultery, stealing, and covertness. What a mess that stuck between my toes. Never clean, I dirtied my bed every night with filth.
Until one day I was spared by grace. I walked into the most comforting pair of shoes. I am favored and truly blessed. I no longer hold grudges and malice from a corrupted state of mind.
My God saved me from his wrath. Oh how thankful am I. He is so merciful. For I was a sinner, lost in the cares of useless baggage. My only regrets is how many times I caused him ire towards me.
Some how he still loved me. I am his child. My father is pleased that I chose to do his will. My heart over flows in joy. I receive his bread daily. It keeps my belly from a hungry lust. I am full. My mindset has been reset. Thank you King Jesus.
The spirit has fell upon my soul. Pardon me if I step on your toes. I see they are bare. These shoes I've received did not cost me a penny. Can I offer you words of encouragement? To seek him and ye shall find. He's waiting for you.
Don't go to bed another night in filth. I know you see that dirt between your feet. By walking in grace, it allows you time to regain your moral strength. My blessings to you on your journey. May you spread the good word on your way. Rinky DinkPosted
Nothing goes on in a small town. Nope , not a thing. The mayor is a bartender at the local coffee shop. His daughter walks the streets at night. No one says a thing.
Nope, nothing goes on in small town. The minister of Saving Grace Baptist Church runs a ball ticket and boot leg joint out of his old church. His wife has bake sells every Saturday and keeps the money.
Nope, not too much goes on in a small town. It's been said the Sheriff's son runs around in drag. Some say he's a fag spreading HIV but he's been seen with different women.
Nope, not too much goes on in a small town. Ms. Molasses teaches the ninth grade. She has to go to court for touching some child inappropriately. The principal supports her 100 percent. He's not bitter his wife left him for a younger man in the trailer park.
Nope, nothing much happens in a small town. Who me? Oh, I'm not from around here.
Somewhat SuicidePosted
Somewhat Suicide The cushion pressed against my head. The satin next to my skin. I lay lifeless as a manikin on my bed of flowers. Speechless, not making a maneuver to inch myself but just lying still. I clinch the cushion like a fearful child.Tear drops roll off my face onto the satin. They dry and leave imprints into the cloth.Voices echo in my ear. I grip the fine textured sheets trying not to rip the seams. A river begins to flow as I take the instrument of music to my ears. The conclusion of an old song.As I rise to the occasion , it touches the flesh intensely. What a coward am I. A voice is pleading for me to come inside from the rain. As I stretch my arm upward and bravely twist the fate. No longer a coward am I. Ready to face my destination, tear drop stains are a chapter of the past. Suddenly, there is a tap at the door. Has the angel of death arrived? I open, to meet my maker. Vivid lights and faint sounds surround my stagnant body. This is how it feels to be dead? My soul seems lifted. I am going to heaven? Then let me go. Another tear drop I shed. (to be cont'd)
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