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THE HOUSE THAT GOD BUILT 2/22/03
My soul resides in the house that God built,
it was placed there with no shame, no worries, no guilt.
As long as I live there, I’ll be on easy street,
Any and everything I need and want for will be handed to me on a silver platter.
My God holds has all of the clout.
It’s furnished with Agape love, and it’s homey presence is filled abundantly with a
Heavenly sense of God The Father & His Jesus His Son.
The omnipotent one whose sacrifice is greater a gift than I’ll ever know,
And His grace and mercy is everlasting, yet His beauty is constant to bestow.
While in the house that God built, I’ll stay focus wholeheartedly towards Thee,
And if I fall short or fall by the wayside my Father will set my soul free.
No bricks, no stone, no wood nor clay, I just repent and trust Him and he leads the way.
This house will never falter nor fall, as long as on Jesus
The original builders name I call.
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A STAR IS BORN 11 23 08
A star is born in Bethlehem,
The Special On called “The Son Of Man”.
A gift of life from “Father God”
The miracle of love given to all the world.
Mary His mom was amazed by the sight of
The angel who told of such a thing that night.
Joseph her bethought couldn’t believe the news
Of the gift from Father God to Mary would arrive soon.
The Angel from Heaven was sent back to tell
Joseph about the good tidings were God sent and real.
Then off he went to Mary to ask for forgiveness, to stand by here side
So off they did journey for a very long while,
Until Mary told Joseph that the time is soon to come for the birth of their ‘Love Child”.
One last stop before the downing of the sun,
A husband and wife gave them refugee for the birth of their Son.
As time passed on word got around that the coming of “The Messiah”
Was in Bethlehem.
The brightest shinning star glowing high in the sky
Gave all believers to know where to find “The Holy One”,
With on questions, asked why.
Three wise men they did stride, to see “The Son Of Man”
Being the first to arrive, full well knowing that
He is blessed and Heaven sent.
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THE TIME I’VE GOT 6/14/01
I’VE GOT TIME, FOR THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE,
I’VE MADE TIME TO BECOME YOUR WIFE.
I GOT TIME TO HOLD YOUR HAND,
I’VE MADE TIME, TO EXCEPT YOU AS MY MAN.
I GOT TIME, TO BEAR YOUR OFFSPRING,
I’VE MADE TIME, AND PUT MY LIFE ON HOLD
TO SEE WHAT LIFE WITH YOU WOULD BRING.
I’VE GOT TIME, TO SEX YOU DOWN AT THE DROP OF A HAT,
I’VE MADE TIME, TO FORGIVE YOUR WRONG DOING
NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT.
I’VE MADE TIME, TO TURN ALL OF YOUR NEGATIVITY AROUND,
I’VE MADE TIME NOW, FOR ME, MYSELF AND I
I’VE TAKEN PLENTY OF TIME, RIGHT NOW
TO KISS YOUR SORRY TAIL
GOODBYE!
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4/21/02
Child support is not all about getting paid; it’s about supporting one another.
It’s the results of what comes out of laying up together, and what we made.
We hada baby, and that was alright in my eyes, but after the arrival of our child
I realize that you’re really someone else in disguise.
You toiled with my emotions, you played with my love.
You stopped paying attention to my sexual needs, my wants.
Then I stop feeling you, like love sent from above.
I asked you questions that lay heavy on my heart,
The first was about parenting, you know becoming a mom and dad to start.
It’s about a learning process, that the two of us must go through,
It’s about God the Father and child support, not just me and you.
We must start out together, one step at a time,
Stop running out on me when things are stressful, and the baby won’t stop crying.
We must lend a should when our bundle of joy falls ill,
Wipe up the spills together, sweep up the messes and teach him all the baby songs
Starting with Jack and Jill
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We must support his head at the same time, the babies head in your hand,
your hand in mine.
Take him to the doctor, I’ll go first, then you right behind.
Change the diapers, give him a bath, I’ll kiss the baby and you kiss him at last.
Child support means a lot more than money,
And at bedtime we must get down on our knees to thank the Lord for
Our bundle of joy, honey.
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3/11/01
A rainy day, I’m on my way to catch a bus.
The hustle and bustle of all the people, a little wet and in a rush.
Sitting idol in my seat as the bus stops making it’s rounds at every other street.
Rain gear and umbrellas all dripping from the drops,
Ladies with fresh hair dos hoping that the rain eventually stops.
As I reach my destination with anticipation of getting wet again on my mind.
I think to myself these rainy days aren’t really that bad,
It could’ve been a snow blizzard, and that would not have been fine.
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HIS FATHERS SON 07-23-08
“He is his fathers son” ,
The one that you should’ve taught, right from wrong
He’s the one who you kept waiting all night long.
“He is your offspring” ,
Your footsteps he should’ve been following
While teaching him to be king of his own castle to his queen
He’s the one that while in the streets, you should’ve been teaching,
not to be a drug feen.
He is, your fathers grandson,
The one “you should’ve showed love to”
And how to provide, with the right means
Like how you use to love his mom
How could you, interrupt his dreams
He is your son,
For whatever reason your fatherhood was revoked, the day you became dead-beat
Telling him about how the system was all a big joke, and when you took off
and were on the run, convincing him, it was all in fun “that day”
He was your one and only” ,
You decided “that moment”
That you were more important, you placed him under the gun, in harms way.
He was your son,
From conception to now, the streets consumed him,
ever since you walked out and left town,
WOW!
Until “NOW“, he was a good child,, never disrespectful, boastful or loud
He choose a good path, one that was directed,
by the only Father, with whom his earthly father never connected…
His number has been called, and your no longer around
And all of the other fathers sons are watching with their sons, as they’re lowering
Your only namesake’s casket into the graveyard grounds.
He was His Father’s son, but please don’t you ever get it twisted,
Because our son knew whose last voice he heard,
before he breathed his last breath,
And was Heaven bound.
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7/12/02
A Modern gangster’s life isn’t always strapping a tech nine.
Or a drug deal gone bad, sometimes you gotta walk the straight and narrow.
Walk a thin line.
It’s the lyrics, words of the heart, livin life where you come from
is the start.
Fancy cars, the bling, bling, girls wit lotta back natures been good to them, nothing do
they lack.
It’s part of what livin in the ghetto brings, chillin in the street
That’s bout what the life a modern gangster sings.
Thirteen years shiftin through life to greet, thank God Almighty for survival tactics
happy to see sixteen.
Lord knows college is where me and my homey’s should meet.
Never understood the old fashion way, and I still don’t today.
Thank you momma for takin me to church to learn the word, and how to pray.
Had to, couldn’t get away.
A modern gangster life is where you’re reborn, grow up fast now my child is conceived, and
I’m half way torn.
I never wanted to know what goes on outside the hood, not thinking bout my future like I
know I should.
Every night pray to God, bout this tragedy, this mishap but statistically society won’t
believe in me.
The one thing I’m sure of and I know I will, raise my shortie and continue to pay my bills.
Look for closure and someday move out the hood with my modern gangster mentally corrupting
me still.
I’ll stay a modern gangster cause of where I breathed and lived, cause I love where I’m
from and I want to give, back to the foundation where I could’ve continued live. Sharin
the love plastered in my heart deeply for my life and my homey’s to divide.
Won’t stop now that I’m on my way, will continue with my debt
For a modern gangster’s life is where I’ll neva stray.
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4/14/02
You asked me one day if it would be okay if we could consecrate our love
I told you that I was still a virgin and that my stuff was precious to me from above
At this point in our relationship you told me that you loved me
At least one time you did decree
Several times throughout we kissed, we fondled one another
You were such a gentlemen and you said you understood my brotha
And that me being a virgin wasn’t a bother
It’s been six long years, these days baby that’s a long time
One day you took it upon yourself to pop the question about love sublime
“DID I EVER TELL YOU THAT YOU WOULD BE THE ONE
THAT WOULD DEVIRGIN-IZE MY BEHIND AND PLACE ME UNDER THE GUN”
You begged and you pleaded for just a little squeeze
Just to let you smell my nature, you said: “PLEASE BABY PLEASE”
I gave into you and said just a little peek but you must not tell cause,
This is on the down-low you know on the sneak
You tipped right on through
You tickled me, you wiggled you moved all about. It was oh so sensual
I never felt anything so emotion-felt, in all my days
I began moving about in many, many ways and at this point my virgin-est behind
Wanted to know how the un-virgin lays
He moaned than I, as he tried entering my anatomy, he made me yell out and cry
I don’t need no baby daddy right now, I’m to young
My mom and dad would die
He stuck his tongue into my ear, then licked me down as he began to lie
He said: baby girl believe me when I say this; I’m a man not a boy
I take full responsibility for all this joy
I’m not ready to be your baby daddy
That’s when I said: “BOY DON’T BE COY”!
He said I got protection for me and you,
Now let’s get down to the business at hand,
“You know I love you Boo”!
I knew I had love for this brotha, but what I wasn’t sure of is,
If what we had between the two of us was enough to become a father and a mother
All of a sudden something clicked; that’s when I belted out:
“GET UP OFF OF ME, SLICK”
Get you lying tail off me, quick!
I remember you now, you’re the joe-blow who’s face was plastered on
America’s most wanted
The most wanted dead-beat dad, labeled low-class!
He hemmed then hawed, trying t get back in, buut my still virgin behind got my head on
straight to continue with my dignity and grin.
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HE ALWAYS LOVED ME 4-2-09
All of my life, He loved me
I first took notice of it
When I was about three(3)
Every tear, every frown
Lifts my spirit, when I need to be unwind
At age seven(7)
He taught me, how to be a true friend
And how to return genuine love
Even way back then
When I was about nine or ten(9-10)
Someone else took my innocence
Who’d I thought was a family friend
And…That Man Loved Me
By Eleven or possibly twelve(11-12)
It happen to me again
So I took off running away from Him
Because of another horrible man
That wasn’t the plan
When I was fourteen(14)
I felt no longer clean
thought I
Had no father figure to listen to
My hopes and dreams
By fifth teen(15)
I found my first love
We indulged in adult things
We had no business, we had a child
And…This Man Still Loved Me
With unconditional love, and a lot of beguile
At Seventeen(17)
I was on my second bout, with another mans child
But He still showed me that he loved me
Without a doubt
Between then and the last of my teens,
I had been running about, still looking for love
When a stranger came on the scene, my envy had turn green
No physical love in my world, just trouble and strife
I was trying to figure out how to again,
Come clean
So I married a man who claimed to except me and my kids,
I had no idea that he was abusive and would beat my ass
And fracture my ribs
Twenty one now and two(21 children later
I realized that the man I trusted and married
Wasn’t my hero, he was nothing but a hater
To be beaten and stripped of my dignity and pride
I was going down fast, from where I thought I was
In for the long haul, not a pretentious, joyride
And after all this, He Still Loved Me
By age twenty two(22),
He gave me the OK, on what and how to do
What should’ve been done when
His love for me was new
He did an instant replay of my life,
Reminding me of my innocence
He reminded me of His Agape Love
And that it came without a price
He said: your season here is over and done
For your battles are no longer under the gun
He said: I never stop loving you
And before all is said and done
You are again with child, and with this seed you carry
I have evened the score,
And peace and harmony in your life,
I already begun to restore.
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3/12/05
It was told to me that the last vision of my beloved sister Joan Michelle,
Was her standing in the window of our family home being reassured that it was alright to
jump into the arms of a hero.
Instead, as the hero cried out and pleaded for her to jump, Joan responded, “I can’t-I
can’t”, and than she moved out of plain view.
I pondered with this version of her last words and actions, and could not fathom any of
this knowing the strong will, but meek nature that she carried.
This made for me to have some restless days and sleepless nights, but one day as I was
talking to my Lord and Savior, asking Him for some type of peace with what had happened,
He gave me His vision that I must share with you,
Right before my eyes he aloud for me to see my sister standing in that window with the
most calming ora that I had ever seen in her, in her lifetime.
I could see the hero had already rescued one and was desperately trying to rescue Joan.
He stood with open arms crying out “Jump-Jump”, I promise I’ll catch you. Instead she
turned away for a split second without moving from the window. There I could see her
talking to her Heavenly Father whom had been standing along side her. He told that it was
time, time for her to come home now. For a slight moment she turned, looked out of the
window, and than walked away.
I could hear Her Hero telling her: daughter it’s time to lay down, and go to sleep, just
like an earthly father would do with his child, and Joan Michelle did just what her
Savior told her to do. Now she’s in the most high place, jumping into the arms of her
Heavenly Father “her Hero” as she said these words:
LOOK AT ME, I HAVE BEEN SET FREE!!!!!!
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