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Can you hear me now!!!
Here comes One OOWEE Under GOD, with personal and dramatic POETRY (A LIFE IN NO SPECIFIC ORDER & A LIFE GETTING IN SPECIFIC ORDER), gripping and venting SHORT STORIES (PEACE, BE STILL) and a blazing novel titled The Spices In Life; it's becoming soooooooooooo amazing.

January 2010 will sum up all my literary hard knocks up to this point. My creativeness touching on everything that I hope to become and, what has taken me so long in getting there (here). Had it not been for the Lord on my side, I don't know where I'd be, I can guess though; let's see, locked up or locked under.Kimberly Wilson

The Spices In Life- novel per urban/mainstream
A Life In No Specific Order & A Life Getting In Specific Order- two poetry collections
PEACE, BE STILL- 8 short story compilation

Days don?t look as glorious when your heart?s been shattered.
It seems time takes, as the itty bitty ?peaces? struggle to get together again.
I looked out into the sunshine and saw nothing; but light.
The grass seemed to get greener in an instant.
I thought it was light blue shaded with whites and grays and birds; the sky.
Kim Wilson
OOWEE

BOLD STATEMENTS
Why are so many people needing to be un-exceptable. Why do they reach out to me in such a forceful manner.
Do I appear to relinquish my RIGHTS as an achiever in any given effort.
Read me my MEMORIES and the answer will reach out and touch someone; any one.
The remedies that reside within my mind are consequences that may render one USELESS in their efforts.
Recycle mandatory affections and reside amongst the COMPETITION that may master anger?s rejects.
What we fail to sometimes realize is that we make MISTAKES but we are not to be held accountable for the such.
RECAPTURE every demeanor that may fight to survive and within that circle, may become beknownst to you.
When a TIGER cries and that they do, we can?t hear it as well as when a TREE falls and yes, it does make a SOUND.
Feel me when you can?t and even when you won?t because everything I ATTEMPT to become only remembers that which may bring about my DEEPEST fear.
ROARING is a call of the wild.
Screaming comes from inside the closet and the mercy never rest. FAILURE can never be accounted for if the attempts are MEASURED. Record the evidence and scream it from within. Never allow FORCES to be with you; there is a heaven and the only way to know that, is to FORGIVE. Forgive when you can?t or simply when you don?t want to. Escape and FREE your?..
Knowing their mind allows the PLEASURE to revolve around what I resolute; and the REWARD will be all mine, no yours too. Support that which is MANDATORY.
I don?t think so far that which we accept is only as far as the eye can see and to only see can bring about UNBLIEF.
Boldness is a fortified ELEMENT that will extinguish an enormous, burning DESIRE; there is another understanding which must be LEANED on.
Kim Wilson
OOWEE

FREEDOM
I wanted to be left feeling invisible because to remember would be unfeeling; compassionately socializing with the enemy shouldn't deliberately weigh on my feelings.
Why would my sanity truly depend on your survival; that can't be.
Why can't the feelings of being down have its window shut; spilling to the ground.
The explanation of when I rage; has been shut up so long that I've forgotten the rules and pleasures to openness; if there's really still a place for me.
The only thing that's changed is that the applause is only quieter. The bright lights of 'insane'; frightening nights is what my soul knows to be forgotten amongst the sane.
I try not to weep or willow but out-casted is, as out-casted does. Don't cry for me because I hide part the way; let's get it straight. My forgetting my whole self because I have been born again and again and again and...; I ain't mad, I go on. How do you unscramble a rattled mind that's struggling to be born again with the hope I have left; I've lived in the flesh, now die in the Word.
God has plans for me, as soon as I figure at what they are.
Kim Wilson
OOWEE

In the Spirit I rise
Father GodI am filled with prayers
that I am unable to organize,but still I rise. I rise
because the sun
even during the darkest rain,brightens to guide me another day.
I rise
in your Glory,all discouragement faded away.I rise
because your wind,lifted on its strength, glad to be okay.I rise
in the evidences of my abundance
rising to dance a jig.
Rising wrapped in Your LOVE
Abba Father,I rise.
Amen, amen.
Kim Wilson

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Circumstances
When a situation becomes enveloped one?s emotions can get bogged down with remedies that neither eliminate nor alienate that which causes the circumstance.
To protect the innocent from what I ask is reason enough to suppress intellect granted by desired forces from their realms whatever it might be, significant or not, magnificent or a blunder, sufficient or incoherent; determination can change circumstance.
In a waltz, prissy or Picasso, the lumbada; dirty tired movements, following unwarranted circumstances, flabbergastable evidence trying to major in conviction? circumstance.
Blissful blessing; season?s tidings; ho-ho-hum, circumstance. You?ll deny me three times, though I?ve done it all for you; Confusion; a real life circumstance.
Blame it on the rain my friend, I got a task at hand while the sun?s still shining. What a sinister plot is unwittingly behaving.
Why do egotistical emotionless arrogant plots sinisterize and swirl down mentality?s toilet; whoosh; In whose head to decompensate that which is unknown; circumstance.
I think on what possesses me to uphold in weathering storms.
I?ll gladly relinquish what RIGHTS I have to my situation, since it?s to change this
CIRCUMSTANCE.
Kim Wilson

WHAT ABOUT ME
What about me that I don't get respect, real dreams, reachable realities, measured out from boldness.
Vocation.
All hell breaks loose inside my soul, and what about me?
What about my soul searching like said, promises un-kept, life short for span, time depreciated with emotions and gifts, just to bargain with; Oh, here comes more unprecedented knowledge and what about me! What about my concerns,
truths,
facts,
obligated to be known,
expect rationalizationism,
manifested rules and the laaaaame justification of an individual, no particular, skin of race, no expelled hopes.
We restored.
We build.
Establish.
Create.
Down and dirty is what I feel and, and, what about ME!
Employment bounces me around round water level.
Seek it for self.
Support your ventures.
No; none of that family personal stuff for growth, I got this one. Dear we love you, what about some finances.
Where's my pension for the negativity that fills my life!
Who has my entrepreneurial scholarship?
What! There's nothing for what I feel I've accomplished, my rental of oxygen and space on this earth,
charge me!
WHAT ABOUT ME!
Enlightening and advancing,
who's pulling my soul
let
me
up
so
I
can
breathe,
don't leave
hey
HEY!
can you hear me down here;
WHAT ABOUT ME!
Kim Wilson
OOWEE

FAKE
Bargain basement smiles are cheaply displayed as a sign on your face. You'll never get anything if you don't take down such a cheating display.
Kim Wilson

PEACE, BE STILL
Tantalizing Tales by Kim Wilson(An 8 short story compilation)

On ?E?
A child left behind
AMAZING GRACES
Alluring Temptations
Sable and Kanisha; Why Us Lord!?
WARRANTED RAGE
What my momma wouldn?t tell me
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THEN HE ROSE AND REBUKED THE WIND AND SAID TO THE SEA, ?PEACE, BE STILL!?AND THE WIND CEASED AND THERE WAS A GREAT CALM. MARK 4:39

On ?E? (excerpt)
My car sputters then runs completely out of the watered-down %#&@$! Unleaded, $18 worth mind you and during these critical gas-hike prices, a quarter mile from the only gas station in sight, boasting $2.97 a gallon.
Mess like this is why I?d left Genison and his stupid %#&@$! ego so fast, for the umpteenth time, and in the first place.
The reason for this chaotic episode is that I?m fed up to here with his inconsiderate %#&@$! bringing my car back on empty; on top of all the other mess he?s good at doing.
I try to reason the significance of him trading in his 1995 gas-guzzling, rigged-up, ran-down, smoke-choking, multi-colored Suburban and get something newer and more economical; something handsome to look at at least, but to no avail; to no freakin? avail.
When I got with him 3 years ago our first issue was his selfishness towards everybody. He didn?t even exclude me.
We had other issues but the greatest test of my faith was every other freakin? morning I would have to stop and fill up; rain, sleet, snow or blazin? sun when my gas, on the norm, would last almost 7 days because I used it wisely, to include ridin?-out twice a week.
He doesn?t care as long as he makes it in from whatever he was doing last night.
In this peculiar season between fall and winter storms are very unpredictable.
On this already chaotic day, the clouds are darkening by the hour. Thunder booms overhead. Crackling lightning fast approaching. I don?t give a damn; Genison was not going to have the pleasure of partying this week-end in my 2006 Silver Galant, with custom rims and pimped out system; no way and hell no!

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