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WHY I SPEAK SO LOUDLY ABOUT MY CREATOR
From the very beginning, when I took my first breath, I was
brought out of the darkness into the light,
From a warm comfortable cave, so to speak, into reality, a
cold dark world, a new and living hell.
I did not want to leave the confines of my Mother’s womb,
I screamed and clawed, tried to gum my way back
in, but my Mother pushed with all her might
I lost the battle, was evicted, sent on a journey that would
give me the ability to teach your child that hell
Begins in the mind and will stop there if you allow yourself
to set it free.
My Creator, my Higher Power did not abandon me in this,
rather, He had a plan for me, a mission for my life.
God had and still has a plan for me, brought me to the brink
of self destruction, and kept me alive in spite of me.
My Creator took me to places no man has gone before, taught
me the meaning of survival and the meaning of life
In the end a Positive Force surrounds me, so much so, that the
way of the world is no match for me being free
To testify to how great He is.
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THE BEGINNING OF OUR LOVE AFFAIR
We had a rough start, neither one of us wanted to leave our safe
little world for a taste of the unknown
We both tried our hands at love, gave our mind, body and soul
and in the end disaster won the love game.
Caution became our middle name, finding a way out of this
in spite of what was being shown,
And as is in the past, the incompatability of our ways could once
again be used to blame
The failure of our hearts becoming one.
BUT,
I would not let you go, I needed someone in my life to love me, to
care for me and to set my spirit free,
And a Power greater than the both of us decreed that we were the
answer to each other’s prayer.
So now we love each other with all our hearts and souls and have
promised each that is now we
That from now and through eternity our love will last and with the
grace of the Creator we will always be there and care
FOR EACH OTHER.
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EVERYBODY WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN
BUT NOBODY WANT TO BE DEAD
Everybody in GOD’S green earth want’s to join the Creator
in heaven also known as Paradise,
They want to join their ancestor’s in the land of Milk and
Honey where there is an end to all time and space.
Life would change drastically, as an entity has no limits no
constraints and hopefully we become more wise
As an added incentive the problems of life cease to exist,
there is an abrupt end to the rat race
We used to know as LIFE.
There is one big problem, one giant hurdle that keeps us
that keeps us from meeting our Higher Power
We need to end these restraints we call life, there has to be
a transition from living to being dead.
As we accept this major barrier that stands in the way of
this meeting and it don’t matter when will be the hour
Many people come to the conclusion that heaven is not so
Important and that rather than being dead
A life of sin and temptation is a better way to live.
Reid J. Lewis
05/28/2015
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THE REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED
All the news you can use is no longer completely controlled
by CNN, ABC, CBS OR NBC,
The new GATEKEEPERS because of our cell phone, web cams
and these new toys have become you and I.
Cops killing Black Folks, put on social media and the news
spread all over for the world to see
That the land of milk and honey does not follow its own
laws, and that Black folks continue to die
So the rich and famous will live off the sweat of our brow.
I am tired of being a third class citizen in a land my people
helped to build, design and form,
Tired of walking on eggshells, being leery of people that my
taxes pay to protect and serve.
Slavery still exists, subservience in the mind of our people
is reaching the level of a class five storm
And we want deserve and demand our “HUMAN RIGHTS”
and we also want to preserve
The dignity that comes with being born in THE GOOD OLE
US OF A.
Reid J Lewis 11/30/2014
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THE VA- HELL IN DISGUISE
Us Veterans know the deal, the rhetoric that thanks the VET for
his/her service to the good ole US of A and promises to
take care of us until death comes your way
Is nothing but words, watch out, the Vaseline is not far behind.
They will screw you and make it hurt, keep watching for the
blood from your butt each and every day
And it becomes hard to control what you were taught and to
look deep in your soul to find
The peace that war took away from you.
There are some that care at the VA, but they are far and very
few and very hard to find,
Taking care of the VET is their number one priority is at the
front door of every VA in this country,
The lie is blatant the soul of the VA is to hang around until
the pension comes, until then we are commanded
to kiss their behind
And even if you die, that is not on us, in fact they keep score
and remind us daily that they will be free
To add another Veteran to their list.
Reid J. Lewis
06/18/2015
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THANKS MJ
Words of wisdom can come from anywhere and when
I least expect it and cause me to look at my star
These words has me looking at my soul, has me in deep
thought about my life and as I dissect me
Man In The Mirror has me looking at me, what I have
done and what I can do to change things from
what they are
To create a better world of peace and love instead of
all the hatred that is here in America and winds
winds up from sea to shining sea
And spreads around the world.
The chains are real, they do come from inside and outside
from people with a well thought out plan to rid
a whole race of people from the planet earth.
Their death wish for us is real, their methods have been
tried and has been successful so far.
The Man In The Mirror instructs me to survive in this
country, the land of my birth
And to peacefully try to turn this dodo around and if that
don’t work bring out the feathers and the tar
And do the same thing to them that they did to us.
Reid J. Lewis
6/17/2015
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MOM, YOU ARE SILL ALIVE AND WELL
I miss your smile, the times we shared and the world that
you opened my eyes to.
I smile at the major ass whippings you put on me in your
goal to bring discipline and manhood to me.
The Cherokee in you got wild at times especially if some
fool disrespected the seven that came from you
Yet, the most important part of you and your life was
that you were MOM to many and as much as
you loved me,
YOU HAD THE ABILITY TO LOVE US ALL.
You left here twelve years ago today, and though there
are tears, I feel all love and no pain
I talk to you often, see your smiling face and laugh when
you shake your head at your crazy son
The absence of pain I believe is because I was present
when you went to meet your LORD, at that time
there was only sunshine, no rain
I got your last earthly smile, the peace I saw, although I
was losing you, MOM, you won
And I am thankful to my Creator for loaning you to me
even if just for a little while
Reid J. Lewis
06/18/2015
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Once Dead In My Soul, Now Very Much Alive
I have learned to recognize desire as a physical need that
I do rise above and think with the right head.
Because I am not ashamed to feel and show that I can and
do feel, my behavior is adjusted to fit my life.
Love is still very much alive in my world and I do sometimes
try to catch up on what on what was once dead
From being afraid to love and take a chance on feeling the
pain that inevitably comes along for the ride, I now
have a wife,
And to death do we part is the reality I live in now.
Reid J. Lewis
05/19/2015
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Part of the Human Race and Recognized As
A Second Class Citizen
In the land of the free and the home of the brave, I live
as a slave in the land my ancestors helped
to build and form.
The laws and the words of the chosen few say we are
equal and have human rights and their actions
speak with hate and lies.
I do love America, yet I hate what they do, how they act
and the lies they tell us to get folks to conform.
All my life pacification was the key to keeping me and
other’s like me to be good citizens and comply
To a land full of hate mongers whose only desire is to
make as much money as they can,
THE REST OF UF BE DAMNED.
The Holy Roman Empire lived this way and sustaining
this lifestyle ended in a state of decadent
misery for the masses they controlled
The people of Rome became totally fed up and woke
up creating an ending to a unholy way of life.
In the end the world was better off progress took on
a new meaning as individuality took over being
controlled,
But it had become too late and the attempt to start all
over again ended up on deaf ears and all that
was became the end of their life
Because the Creator had enough.
GOD DON’T LIKE UGLY.
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The Sun, The Moon And The Stars, My Highway To Heaven
As I sit on the moon, watching the stars fly by at the speed
of light leaving a trail of black light
I am thoroughly amazed at the powers that have been given
me by a loving and caring GOD.
I watch the brilliance of the sun from my perch, the waves
of vibrating light mesmerize my soul and I become
aware how all this is so right.
As I concentrate all of my power on what I am feeling and
what I am seeing I lay back on the moon and thank
my Creator, my God
For allowing me into His space and time.
Reid Lewis
05/16/2015
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