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Nobody’s  Son

Author Jacqueline Amos

Among the travels in my life,
I set before the light,
Thou footprints beneath the sea,
One set forth, footprints thou seek,
Darkness beneath the sea,
I walk, the hardest times in my life,
I shed a tear for pain, thou shall never forget,
Beneath thy footprint, I give love to thee.

The challenges of the wars, the darkness of man.

The father that is not there.

The legends of a un wanted love.

The tears upon my chest.


The strength that man said is love.

Caged in a tunnel where identity dose not live.

The un wanted soul, thou turn thee other cheek,
Thou have set before the belly of the beast,
Thou conscience of love, that it seeded.
I footprints beneath the sea,
Oh thou don’t cry for thee.


Here the screams of the torture within my soul.

Here the battle that I fight within.

Here the liberation that I shall not go under.

The proclamation of a man.

Who am I that live upon the earth.

My family tree is in reverse.

I thy life labor of my family curse.

Let not life burden your heart,
Fall upon the sanctuary, give God grace,
Who art in God’s name. Be confessions,
Of heaven for thy will be no kingdom,
Without God’s way.

The earthly son, thy family tree

Acknowledges the secrets of there own demised.

The foundation of a King.

The strengths of lions that lives within thee.


In the doctrinarians of a universe,

The jewels that thy God give.

The mother the father,

Dose anyone give a dam.

I nobody son, who lives upon the earth.

Listen to the screams of my soul,

The scars which lye upon my heart.

The indoctrination of a womb that refuses

To bless the jewels of thy God.

I the son of thy God.

Give me serenity to embrace,
The spirit, and thou wisdom, to know the difference,

thou may he live long upon thou land.

Although one might not see, the golden sands,

 the footprints beneath the sea.
Thou may feel the rapture of thou earth,

grief has set thou own place, never shall I loose, God’s grace.



Freedom Cries Death By Rotten Roots


 I The Words Of Thy Ancestors, I The words of thy ancestors, summoned by the spirits of thy ancestors. Of those who have entered the rights of passage. I shall continue, to Carry the torch. Those who have come and gone. The lights that will never Burn out. The voices cry from the womb, there are no greater weapons, than mercy and hope, there is only one peace, and love to thy almighty. Primordial wisdom and truce. Through the tabernacle of strength, shall render the capacity, Of knowledge , wisdom and Understanding.


 Truth to self, the memories, legacy, self sacrifice, to thy almighty God. Let thy wisdom sing as a wave of a rock. Shall ring the bells of deliverance. Resistance assimilations of the universe. Genocide by its own right hands. The mission upon the land of the lost. Death by rotten roots. Life is death within the spoken tongue, all things Band together an all shall connect.

 I am not dead the voices cry beyond the womb. See the spirits of creations, Through birth, visualizations of creations, Through a microscope the dead is not dead, Death is life and life is death. The truth is in the fires of man. Breath of thy ancestors tree. I the resurrection of life. The seed you sow Is the seed you know Actions speak louder than words. It is not what you say But what you due. Is what I see in you You can not dig it up Your roots are what I see Your reactions to what I see Death is death upon the rotten roots. There is no longer a spirit. Assimilation is a word, or action. Thy mission upon the land of the lost. Path of assimilation, Voices cry from beyond. I am not dead/ Death of a Soul within its roots.

Copywriter 2002

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