i thought about it

How can i walk away from perfection after reading your blogs...u have something magnetic..draws me 2 your writing..touches my heart..this is where it all started..man ..your my anchor...when water drowns me..i get lifted...da affects..ohhh so sweet how can i leave tag team...i have no other options..you've carried me through bitterness...anger..lonliness...misfortune.. on my part...you can't keep doing this friend..your words inspire..what were all about...whatever i've experienced on your behalf..wears inner peace and deep love.. how can i resist your companionship... u got me..u got me...smile cypher..God's property unites us..it's plain 2 see..your addictive...like a drug..like a drink of bacardi and coke...like hennessy..DAMN.. WHERE DID WE leave off...proceed... Mr Wordsongs...i feel like...s...t..shhhhhhh.. u know..i hate when u get your way...always lol..loveya homie...i ain't mad at ya...stj

They say when a door closes, God just opens up a window....

I must admit, I was ready to give I had to have...U, up for the long haul. But why do that? I do believe that I had a sincere and wonderful idea of collaborating art and poetry to bring forth something different...at least a newer perspective. Although we hate to say goodbye to wonderful words of Miss Shayla, there is a bigger picture, and we must stay true to that vision. In honor of Miss Shayla this last entry will be in her honor. I hope all of those who just started tuning in and enjoying the work will look forward to what is in store. I will inform you shortly...yours truly the good brotha....Wordsongs

I CORITHIANS:9:13 (NIV)

BECAUSE...BY THE SERVICE..BY WHICH (YOU) HAVE PROVED YOURSELF...MEN WILL PRAISE GOD FOR OBEDIENCE... WHICH ACCOMPANIES CONFESSIONS OF THE GOSPEL OF CHRIST.. FOR YOUR GENEROSITY...SHARING WITH THEM AND EVERYONE ELSE.. GOD BLESS YOUR SOUL...CREATE

AMBASSIDORS /OPRAH'S CHILDREN GIVES BAC

A HEART FELT STORY WAS THE TALK OF OPRAH'S AMBASSIDORS...CHILDREN FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD..COMING TOGETHER FOR A CAUSE...KENYA'S CIVILIZATION TOUCHED MY HEART..BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES ..SAVED MONEY TO BUILD A SCHOOL FOR THE PEOPLE OF THIS CONTINENT..THEY SACRIFICE LIVING THERE LIFESTYLES...WITNESS SEEING A GOAT BE SACRIFICED ..KILLED..TO SURVIVE..DRANK DIRTY WATER AND PUBLIC BATHROOMS WERE NOT AVAILABLE...LIVED IN SWOMPS...A YYOUNG GIRL SHARES HER ARAGAMY DESIGNS..WHICH SHE MAKE OUT OF PAPERS ON WALLS..TO DECORATE HER HUT...AMERICANS ALL NATIONALITY COLORS SHARED THERE EXPERIENCE...I WAS SO PROUD OF THESE CHILDREN...WHEN U THINK OF AN SOCIETY IN RUINS...OUR CHILDREN MAKES A DIFFRENCE ...HELPING LIVES IN KENYA RECONSTRUCT..CHRACTER...PERSEVERE...LEARN HOW TO COMPROMISE...KNOWNG LIFE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF LOVE...COMES...GATHERS NO STONE..BUT CARRIES NO MOSS..BUT BUILDS WITH HANDS...GOD GAVE THEM TO LIVE AS ONE...THIS GENERATION COMES AT A TIME WHEN AFRICA'S SUNSHINE...WAS NEVER SO BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL...COLOR SUDDENLY COMES TOGETHER FOR A GREAT COURSE...OPRAH...THE PRIZE STILL LIVES ON IN OUR EYES AS TELVE AMBASSIDORS FROM UNITED STATES...CROSSED OVER..HELP CHANGE THE WORLD....THANKS OPRAH...poementry's Create "FOR THOSE WHO CAPTURED THIS FOOTAGE..KNOWS HOW I FELT TODAY"

"A colored is a very frightened-to-death Afro-American. A Negro is one that makes it in the system, and he wants to be white. A nigger, he's loud and boisterous, wants to be seen. Nobody likes a nigger. A black man has pride. He wants to build, he wants to make his race mean something. Wants to have a culture and art forms. And he's not prejudiced. I am a black American man. Now you go ahead and print it." - James Brown, 1982

The attack of my people...fights for..patriotism...honor...what shows my ethnic origin...gets point across...what builds the footsteps of strong bodies...climbs higher..never take whats known all along...i'm a Queen of my thrown...a brotha..built land..i've never got credit 4...royalty..a stone name Crystal...black as sapphire...what's worn proud...my fist..the red... the black and the green...my territory...what represents..afro american amnesity...strong...mighty...bold as the pages of my history...what's been left unsaid for lack there of...your weigh among many...shapes the structure 2 emmulate... sing the Lord's pray as christian faith on Sunday morn...family..what generate da tree of ancestry...keep branches together...where bark stands as solid as a rock...throughout our lifetime...through struggle...embiding lovecalls...the beauty wearing tone...sending da message of..survival...while i live.. became non-existent 2 some with dumb founded speech..no knowledge..wisdom...thrown away ..like black..had no place in this world...we claim our days and night...changing the pages 2 restore our strength...talents...da art of craft..a life...what lives inside vurtue...gains power 2...become a winner...u let us write about...da results...da blackness...were here...not going nowhere...now u luv us...can't get enuff of...lol..a double standard...what gives...now who's mixed up...not my fault...Create

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