The Anthology of A Woman
it that my hips are round?
My breast lustrous , and my body is built
like an hour glass skipping no curves,
he uses me as his play toy,
and move on to another,
when he gets tired destructive to thy mind,
of all my dreams.
My lips that shines of guck and face painted with designers muck.
Is it my thighs that’s lean?
and my hair that shines, and the count of the strokes, when he enters my universe. Is it that I don’t have a mind? and
my body is his play ground Do I have a mind? are must I pretend I think with my hips.
If I am plump and round without
and the curves forms its on traits.
Am I less than a women without the curves?
do I bring him joy,
love him with my heart, dose it make me less than a women if I am not a show peace?
Shall I buy his love? and step aside,
and allow him to use me as his door mat.
Must I play the fool and loose my cool?, and bring him laughter as he use me
as a fool.
If I love my God, wear my dresses above my knees?
dose it make me a reject of the world. If I bare
and keep his home clean, and love only him,
without breaking the rules, am I an idiot and fool for my
Shall I be the whore and slut when he angers with stress? shall I be the punching bag, when the world makes him mad,
shall I hold on to an illusion that the changing of the season, he will be the husband I most desired in this life.
I be the man and the women? and raise his children, making an excuse for a boy which is less than a man, as he walks away,
dropping babies within every women that comes his way, must I smile and say he’s a great man.
Am I women worthy
more than what his justice stand.
Shall I make excuses the world dealt him a bad hand? Must I turned my head for the
like of father which he stands? Must I blame the world for the like of him being a man? Shall I sale my soul just to say I
have a boy?, a man is to delicate to express the horrors of a imitations of a man.
Shall I become desperate for love?
and turn my back on those who shows love, for a ride in the hay, to be sicken with great disease, shall I forget about the
dignity that is honored by God? Shall I flash my body for the world to see? and call it freedom of expression, when I step
into the circles of lust, desperate to be love, shall I teach my daughter that her body is sacred? shall I allow her to see
me act like a dog in heat. Shall I break all the laws of God? to please a man who has no honor to me are self.
illusions of exclusions, Nevertheless a whore is a whore, shall I bend the rules to please my man, In God he do not trust.
Must I be manipulated and contradicted and carry the role of a man, excluding the image of woman, I become the man. Shall
I teach my son, that women are dogs, shall I teach him that every women must represent her self with respect. I the women
the nurture of the Universe, If I live as a dog, I will stand up with flees, Shall I walk tall in the honor of women, that
a true man will treat me as the treasures that I am.
Lets not forget that validation comes within, the humble of the
heart, the women of great love, shall never fall below the rims of great love. Nevertheless the empty space, love comes from
within, when women loose her conscious state she becomes the ***** of the earth. Weakness shall not encounter the great intents
of love, if the soul has no honor of self, Women who stands for nothing will stand for anything.
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Messiah The Blood Upon My Door
Through the ultimate achievements of man,
the diversity of human associations,
has been limited to self.
The knowledge to know,
but never the wisdom to apply.
Blood dripping, from the mouths,
of my brother, who
that lead in captivity,
shall die in captivity.
The tears of wisdom,
knowledge enters as a beaming light,
the milk of thy fathers garden.
combustion grains beneath the broken wings.
Thy lye upon
Let my ancestors define my cause.
The law of miss knowing a close mind
will only confuse you.
law of un doing. The spirit of one generation,
becomes the history
Of the next. The blood that runs upon the rivers,
the sea’s that enters.
I the Messiah locks of my father,
test of faith, who is my brother?
I have felt
the pain the betrayal of thy seed,
instant death jealousy and hate.
Let not thy right hand defend thy left.
the Messiah cry in silence
The roots of my tree is dead.
I have sent my brothers to defend my cause.
legacy as mind shall not be in vain.
Sealed in a book an un just cause.
Who pleads my case.
I the Messiah
the Solomon as I my brother,
The lynching of thy roots lives in a cocoon,
who fights our cause.
An engine called
perseverance insurance of faith.
A curve called failure, a loop called confusion.
Almighty God my brothers have abandon
Resistance assimilation of the universe,
destructions of an inheritances,
genocide by my brother who refuse
The mission of the land of the lost,
path of assimilation is a word of action.
My blood I give to thee.
Captivities shall not be kept.
Truth and off set to self.
I am not dead the voices cries from the soul.
the screaming of the winds,
I shall not go under.
I gave my life for my brother.
The haunting of thy soul shall
Salvation that lye upon my feet,
As the slain that lies upon the grave.
Thy trespasses lie upon
My eyes cries by reason of my wraith.
I must now reap the sore of my brothers,
disobedience upon the earth.
But unto thee I come as a humble child to thy God,
I stand before my Almighty God,
forgive thee dear lord.
give thy blood upon you, thy loving kindness,
upon thy head, thy faithfulness in destruction,
has taken charge
thy wonders be known upon the dark.
That my children shall not feel the pain.
the eyes have seen the blood
of thy sons,
thy back has felt the heat of thy whip,
thy walk with the scars on my back ,
and the blood in the
palms of my hands.
Desires of wanting , pain that seeks,
through thy vain, pleading to inner depths,
of the mind.
Cease and assist thy family tree,
of heritage that hangs from the death,
of the root of thy tree.
for the walls to open ,
love locked , boundaries of no return,
the fleeing of diversity that has no humanitarian,
conscious of self.
The battling upon heritage loyalty only to self.
If thy hold thy peace to darkness
of the heart.
The harden of the rock,
of thy foundation shall surely die.
Servants that sings its own rules,
mold away and die.
Thy shall not hold thy peace of righteousness.
thy darkness shall no longer sanctions thy truth.
Decaying of a world order which refuse to confess.
Wombs of earth validated by the scorns of revenges,
to the devils revenge.
The Abomination of earth bows to a different high.
Immersions in a transformations,
corrupt values of individuality,
weeping that the soul has no strength of its own.
Imbibing the spoken words with
the ancient hat return to claim his rightful place.
Battle cry belligerency will not access,
Freedom the spirits cry, ancient spirits awake,
they will never rest, disgrace to there names,
who have no claim,
Derisions, of the holy grounds.
The symbols of emblems that set before,
the devil as he
steals from the Universe.
The sounds of roars, the seas cry out,
the skies roars thunder,
the ancient dust have
Open Lynchings of the spoken words,
will not be deleted.
I walk within the battlefield of
I shall fear no evil for thou art with thee,
I walk into the wars of the earth,
I the love, the peace
maker of your faith,
I have seen the dead,
an the killers of men.
I cry the name of thy brothers blood,
I scream the glory of thy most precious God.
All arms against me stood,
thy graceful mercy rescued me
those who live beneath the earth.
Oh thy God in the morning I shall hear.
Thy fears increase thy froes.
of man shall have no claim ,
the sword of man sings its own song.
Thy watchful enemies awaits my death,
my soul they wait.
The dust that exhales the devil in his clutch.
Oh thy shield of your love thy almighty God.
City of Mecca sacred upon thy solid grounds.
Soft and delicate , flavors of just love,
I cry war upon those who trample
on thy creations. T
here is no excuse for murder,
those who kill my creations.
Oh thou thousand voices that screams,
give me back thy honor upon thy land,
tears that cries from the heaven.
Oh thy great God of creations.
sit upon the lands of sacred psalms,
Disasters of vital morality, reality,
spirituality life on my back,
manhood of inhibited,
songs of rotten death.
intellectuality without common sense .
Civilizations cries my
children for man to see,
acceptance of oppressions.
Holy Cities of World,
Holy Cities of Villages,
of all thy creations,
has been tarnished by hate and destructions.
I set before my Father in heaven,
price of freedom is truth.
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There shall be no freedom if the mind clutters insecurity.
Emotional bureaucracy , mental
catastrophes , genocide the role that man play. Servant to Satin and his family tree.I thy ancestor of the motherland ,sits
upon the rock of thy legacy, thou shall not be still, brutal murders, alienations of masses, in human acts, crime against
society diminishing, my spiritual grounds of my ancestors lands
Denying self of freedom within the mind of soul.
Indoctrination of a lost soul.
Breeding hate and decay, destruction of thy brother.
The source of freedom comes within the peaceful place
of eternity self.
The will to feel complete, without deformation of others,
Freedom that release the spirit to float upon the universe,
without ignorance the curse of the earth, validations that is no longer needed
by the source of insecurity the destruction of self and others who come in one’s way.
Character extermination, assumptions of decayed truth,
Control freaks of exterminations, heartless contributions,
Destruction of great wealth, slavery the since of
since less death. Death of thy brother the sword of the tongue.
Words that can never be taken back, destruction of thy brothers insecurity of self,
deny one self of a mind, humanities broken scams.
See self destructions.
Deny my self of mind
Deny my self of the Universe
Ego not to small not to large
Human evolution process denied
Jump in the womb an reconnect
Love used and battered
love an hate difference
I heard God call
I got the Gun an waited
Ready to leave this earth.
Freedom a death chamber when man
Bleeds for attention, killing anything and one,
Who gets in his way.
Insecurity and fear of success, a tool of destruction
When man needs to control the substance of matter,
Nevertheless if he is wrong or right.
A death chamber of self.
Eastern Wisdom an Idea
between an Idea
Drug addicted society floating on air
Hero nothing but a sandwich
in darkness the belly of the beast
Free your self from this disgrace
Inherited family of humanity
my life to revolution possibilities
Freedom insecurity slavery man to self.
WAR IN THE GHETTo
Author Jacqueline Amos
Capitalistic Dysfunctions, Psychological Lynching,Genocide, Middleman destroying
the legacy of a powerful Tribe.Jealousy and hate, Sister to Sister bashing, Brother to BrotherDysfunctions, Institutionalizations
babies, Crack Addicted, Pollutions, familiarize your destiny.
The fires are burning.Drug Dealing, Raping the roots that will no longer
grow.Instant death to self, Zombies the walking dead,Powerless upon self.Gang Banging, Jealousy and Hate, Zombies un centralized,
Ignorance that just want think.Preaching morals an values , living in a cardboard box, with mindless men without leadership
within self, useless sperm destruction of creation, no loyalty to God, only self, man who makes his own laws, satins children
just go on an dye, so you can live within the darkness of hell.
I thy brothers keeper colorlessis the name of thy God.
Criminals On Patrol COP
Under Satin Authority USA
Million lies told by the devil him self, to continue to reverse the truth,
Screams of authority, majority of the devils children, who sings his own songs. Brainwashing those to validate, those things
that are not Gods laws, satin within his own trick analogy, he hides behind the white cloak.
“Stop The War”
I give to thee the life line, that you may grow in the Universe.Your tribes
shall carry your name, ,and the seed shall live on.I give to thee the jewels women that you shall breed,Many nations which
your legacy shall live on.I the father and the son of prophesies hear me as I speak.Let not vanity kill your roots, as the
lynching of your brothersShall repeat, until you my son come together as one.Damnation shall be your legacy to come.
"STOP THE WAR"
The darkness that hide behind wallsconsignment of deathclosed in walls.Harvesting
the darkness of self.The windows are foggycannot see the light.The sparrows are closing in,hidden in a box, find thy soulwhat
goes on in space?Justifying the wrongs for the rights.Toxins that filled blood,sipping on death,oppressor of self,surrounding
hate,pollutions has no fate.
"STOP THE WAR"
Dark as the tunnel which I drwell, the light that brings life.Thy travels
from heavens to earth, the love that embrace.The past has return to life, the scars of a past continues to repeat, the same
mistakes.Resurrection of a soul that lives, to complete the missions of the pass life.Indoctrinations of the rules which must
be held. The decay of a world that awaits my growth. Sins of the fathers that reigns within its on curse.
Expression ecological and planetary perspectives, sacred places of thy
fathers trust.Every person a mission , everything a purpose mind and spirit shall re-group.Balancing the mind of the universe.
Gods spoken words un rehearse.The beat of the Universe flows fiercely, fascinations of the living breath.
Death becomes life in a world order, of complexity within the diversity,
of the soul of men. Strength of justice ,shall sing on the mountain of Calvary. be still and rewrite the past, which continues
to repeat. The fires of belligerency , the voices of rotten death.
I cry , I cry , I cry, strong until the light ,shall over power the dark.To
die in hell is to survive the sins, of the human birth.In hell has no fury in disguise ,of a people that returns from the
ancient dust.The wound is deep, dark as the night, bandage of darkness, the sins have fell upon the knew entries of life.
Chants of the haunting births of death, that lingers for the new victims which arrive.
Desolating the curse of a new life.The soul of breath takes a new diversions,
of the next life, subsiding the kinship, which follows in its light. Moist upon thy universe the foundations, has fallen within
the pits of hell. The cloak which has tarnish God spoken words. To do are to dye, to live are to change, to repeat a living
death. Thy torch that renders the ceremony, of new breath, the reflections of a darken past.
Within the realms of instant death.I the soul of man, I the resurrections
of the past, I the spoken words sin of human birth, oh thou devils son’s of vows, creations of darkness ,that sets upon
the earth.Cowry shells cries upon my feet. In a ending of a shallow death, meaningless, tears form, a culture, country, destruction
of mans own right hand.
Genocide of thy Accessorial tree.Thy ancestors who died for freedom, that
thy unity be a truce of all that comes, within the circle of universe, the eyes have seen the blood of thy sons, thy back
has felt the heat of thy whip, thy walk with the scars on my back, and the blood in the palms of my hands. Desires of wanting
, pain that seeks through thy vain, pleading to inner depths of the mind.
Cease and assist thy family tree of heritage, that hangs from the death
of the root of thy tree.Thirsting for the walls to open , love locked , boundaries of no return, the fleeing of diversity,
that has no humanitarian conscious of self. The battling upon heritage loyalty only to self.Murder, Greed, Deception, Blaspheme,
Hatred, Jealousy, Adultery, Slavery of thy sons hanged to the cross.
I reclaim my sacred grounds of earth, your children shall feel, the
disobedience of your pain. Sing not the songs of thee, sing not the glory of greed, sing not the glory of death, sing not
the glory of hate, sing not the glory of transgression, thou shall see the anthology of trickery, to deceive my children.I
cry the words of revolution ,my war shall be won, Only thy God, will have the last words. Trampling on thy creations ,man
shall no longer live within thy heavens. All who come in war. I love, I creations, I father, I only one God.Come not in the
tongue of thy words, I am love, I am creation, I am one. Tears upon my pillow, starved for family, cursed by man.
I have returned to the solitude ,of the wilderness, the placeof the
beginning I cry no victim song.No longer shall I be the servant,The master has lost his key.Integrity roots of essentiality,Silencing
concepts of tomorrow,Through the vessels of all words,Seductions of life and dreams,within the fears and doubts, depths of
Women warriors of the night, women in chains, shall be broke.War
declared upon the Universe.Let the world scream, man shall have no glory, upon the thieves of the Universe.Oh the black souls
in which it stands,Treason that is declared upon the creations of God.Prison that live within the captivity of Ego.The raping
of Gods gift to man.Treason of images that walk upon Gods Land.Treasures of wickedness profit nothing:
STOP THE WAR
Emotional bureaucracy , mental catastrophes , genocide the role that man
play. Servant to Satin and his family tree.I thy ancestor of the motherland ,sits upon the rock of thy legacy, thou shall
not be still, brutal murders, alienations of masses, in human acts, crime against society diminishing, my spiritual grounds
of my ancestors lands.
Un Compromising attacks of the future, and the past, I reclaim my stool,
visitors must leave.I Reclaim my rightful place. I the legacy of my fathers spiritual palace. I shall return and reclaim my
rightful place. My arms are long, I carried the world on my back. I come with revenge. You are commanded, to leave my palace,
I come with the army of thy God. I the mother of the Universe.
Motherland inheritance from God. I the mist of tears. I sought the essences
of peace. I turn me gracefully. Thunderous storms above thy feet. Thirsting upon the nights, thy blood run through thy motherlands.
My children of the child like heart. Thy cry through the night, the thoughts that shivers, the summoned of calm. My children
turn a deaf ear, to thy words and adapt the legacy, of the devil himself, the curse shall be broken, thy God shall return
upon the earth. Oh the greed of the universe, has tarnish the emperor of its on self worth. Thy sing the words of thy ancestors,
many who have came, thy sons denied they rightful place.
The harvest of the jewels, shall turn an tarnish and kill the serpent who
has stolen its great wealth. I am the whom thy seek. Thou gravest love, from thee, who gravest love from me. I summon the
thieves ,that sold my children to the serpents of disease, you shall also feel the pain of the wipe. Nevertheless you wear
the same face. There shall be no mercy upon those, who sold my children to weakness of man, A sin against your own family
There shall be no bargaining with the devil, there is no reasoning
that I seek. Society Program Integrity, fear of slave mentality, extermination, destruction of a reproduction. See an self
deceptions, Black glutton walk like a King, talk like a serpent, hiding behind face. I closed my eyes not to color, but the
serpents, who set darkness before the land. I the creations of thy God. I cry no victim song. Its now time you leave my house.
I am coming with the army of thy God.
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