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Poets/Authors/Artists can express themselves through poetry, fiction/non-fiction, etc. it can be about love, racism, self-worth, just about anything you can think of. It can also be about eroticacy and other things, as well.

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Latest Activity: Aug 27, 2012

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Comment by Kim Wilson on August 27, 2012 at 12:09pm

Rescue me please, from a life I’m not sure I’m living right.

Explain to me why I have a need to cry.

Discern for my heart, I know I’m smart.

Choke up, speak out, I want to be taught.

Lean in and smell, I have secrets to tell.

Bend over and know, I’ve made decisions to show.

Fall out and bleed, all I have is ’A’ need.

Reach down and pull up, it’s live or die.

Speak up and ask, “Honey how was your day?”

Whisper, I’ll perceive; in you I believe.

 

Rescue me please, from a life I’m not sure of.

My heart aches under a thousand bricks.

Give me space so I can be whom I relish to be.

Date a time of popular response.

Neglect not success as you did once.

Rain or shine a past or pot.

My faith derives from manifested evidences.

No control or command of me.

Who’ll rescue me please from the ‘not’ and hell-of-a-hard place.

 

Kimberly Wilson original

onmyownkikl@yahoo.com

http://www.kimkologne@synthasite.com

 

 

BOLD STATEMENTS

Why are so many people needing to be un-acceptable. Why do they reach out to me in such a forceful manner. Do I appear to relinquish my RIGHTS as an achiever in any given effort. Read me my MEMORIES and the answer will reach out and touch someone; any one. The remedies that reside within my mind are consequences that may render one USELESS in their efforts. Recycle mandatory affections and reside amongst the COMPETITION that may master anger’s rejects. What we fail to sometimes realize is that we make MISTAKES but we are not to be held accountable for the such. RECAPTURE every demeanor that may fight to survive and within that circle, may become beknownst to you. When a TIGER cries and that they do, we can’t hear it as well as when a TREE falls and yes, it does make a SOUND. Feel me when you can’t and even when you won’t because everything I ATTEMPT to become only remembers that which may bring about my DEEPEST fear. ROARING is a call of the wild. Screaming comes from inside the closet and the mercy never rest. FAILURE can never be accounted for if the attempts are MEASURED. Record the evidence and scream it from within. Never allow FORCES to be with you; there is a heaven and the only way to know that, is to FORGIVE. Forgive when you can’t or simply when you don’t want to. Escape and FREE your…..

Knowing their mind allows the PLEASURE to revolve around what I resolute; and the REWARD will be all mine, no yours too.

Support that which is MANDATORY. I don’t think so far that which we accept is only as far as the eye can see and to only see can bring about UNBELIEF. Boldness is a fortified ELEMENT that will extinguish an enormous, burning DESIRE; there is another understanding which must be LEANED on.

 

Comment by Keno Kicease on March 22, 2010 at 11:26pm
Can you take off your mind for me; I want to see it naked. I want to open my mouth up and pull down my lip and take out my hard and erect words. I want to make love to your mind and push my erect words deep in it. Grind all on your thoughts so you can have a mind orgasm. My words can stay hard for a long time so don’t worry about them going limp or soft. They will slide in and out your mind until your thoughts start coming down your head. Now you have just been mind sexed.
Comment by Shakeera Frazer on October 20, 2009 at 1:39pm
Come read my blog about the little white lies we tell in a relationship
Is it a good or a bad thing and when does it finally catch up with us
http://blackauthors.ning.com/profiles/blogs/when-is-it-ok-to-tell-a-lie
Comment by Kim Wilson on September 7, 2009 at 4:02am
So what if I am a black girl,
Does that mean I shouldn’t be loved?
Reactions that may or may not be my fault.
I could only do what I’d been prepared to do.
So what if I am a black girl,
Does that mean that the love I get
shouldn’t be love?
Reproductions that enlightn, enhance, evoke, envision, emotionalize, cause envy; evaluating what was near and dear to me.
So what if I am a black girl,
Does that mean I shouldn’t find my way out of, when lost in love?
A Survivor. A Fighter. A Vic’tor. A Winner. A Leader;
by all God’s generous grace.
So what if I am a black girl,
Does that mean I can’t want love? I pray on it.
So what if I am a black girl,
Does that mean I can’t deserve love?
It’s a Klassic!
So what if I am a black girl,
does that mean I can’t …
 
KimWilson
OOWEE
kimkologne.synthasite.com
Comment by PC Marks on July 22, 2008 at 7:57pm
Broken Family Ties
By PC Marks
www.pcpcmarks.com

Chapter 9

Grandparent’s Rules

Alicia was awakened in the wee hours of the morning to the phone ringing. Initially, she thought she had dreamed of the ringing. When she reached for the phone all she heard was a dial tone.
Unable to fall asleep, she turned on the television. Henry’s snoring agitating her, she got out of bed. Downstairs next to her daughter’s favorite chair resting on the solid oak table beside it in the living room was her salvation.
She picked up the bible, closed her eyes and opened it. The passage revealed was the 23rd Psalms. Verse four slapped her hard. Ye, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For You are with me: Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood. There were goose bumps forming down her arms. She began to scratch. Alicia closed her eyes. A startling vision dropped her to her knees. Tears rolled down her face. The phone rang. Hesitantly on the third ring she grabbed the receiver.
“I know. What happened?” Grandma Alicia listened carefully to the details being given on the other end. “What!” She interrupted. “I’m sorry, continue,” she said.
Grandma Alicia returned the phone receiver to its cradle. She went into the kitchen. Looking around, she started rearranging. Talking to herself she said, “The spices belong over the stove, not in some rotating shelf beside the sink. I think the lids should be in this area and the pots and pans over there.”
Henry was awakened by the racket. He descends the stairs taking in the view of his daughter’s beautiful home. He marvels at the plush light beige carpet his feet sink into as he winds down the stairs. The living room is elegant with its dark tan and mahogany wood Queen Anne furnishings. The formal dining room is decorated with a solid oak eight seat table. There’s a matching China cabinet and hutch. He enters the kitchen to find Alicia rearranging what used to be an immaculate kitchen.
Before speaking he takes in the sight. An island sits in the middle of the floor. The cabinets are oak with stenciled glass displaying expensive dinnerware. The design on the glass is identical to the China cabinet doors in the dining room. The breakfast nook overlooks the professionally manicured backyard.
“Ya momma didn’t teach you to say good morning?” Alicia says, interrupting Henry’s admiration of his daughter’s home.
“Good morning,” Why are you rearranging this child’s things? I think you enjoy antagonizing Ann. Alicia you can’t do this.” Henry tried reasoning with his wife.
“Put her things back where she had them,” he said.
“She won’t need them,” Alicia continued setting up her daughter’s kitchen. She offered Henry a cup of coffee, finished setting up the kitchen and began preparing a hardy breakfast.
The sun was shining brightly through the beautiful bay windows. Breakfast had the entire house smelling beautifully. A quiet peaceful day was dawning. Grandpa was determined to not let Alicia ruin his.
Carl was awakened to Charles’ screaming. He rushed to his crib. He changed his diaper, gave him his bottle and held him in his arms. He wouldn’t stop wailing.
Caroline heard the noise. Upon entering her old room she said, “The walls were pink not blue, the crib white, not this ugly brown. Strawberry Shortcake decorated the wall border not the stupid baseball, basket ball, football and hockey stick border with that stupid mobile hanging from the crib to match.” She turned to leave the room.
“Help,” Carl said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. Go get Grandpa or something,” he demanded.
Caroline grinned. She leisurely strolled down steps she normally took two at a time. Casually entering the kitchen, she told the Grandparents, “That baby is acting up again, think you can do something.”
Alicia continued preparing breakfast ignoring her grandchild. Henry shakes his head side to side as he makes his way up the stairs.
“Okay, Okay. It’s alright. I’m here now.” Charles continued wailing. Grandpa Henry asked, “Has he been changed? Maybe he’s hungry?” The three, Charles being carried by Grandpa, Carl holding his free hand headed down stairs.
Carl sensed something was wrong. The gnawing feeling in his gut made him uneasy. He held on tight to his Grandpa.
Grandma Alicia stared at the howling baby. She approached Grandpa Henry. “Give him to me.” He bent over to place Charles in her arms. Grandma Alicia and her grandson’s eyes locked. He quieted.
She asked Carl to wipe down Charles’ high chair as she set the dining room table. Carl told her, “We eat breakfast in here,” he said pointing to the built in breakfast nook. She ignored him continuing to place breakfast in the center of the dining room table.
As she finished setting the table, she called for the grandchildren and Henry. Grandma Alicia explained the rules. “When you are called for breakfast, lunch or dinner, it will be in here. You are to thank God for receiving the blessing of food. You are not to eat or drink before grace is completed. You are not to leave the table without asking to be excused.”
Caroline and Carl’s eyes met. Carl couldn’t shake the eerie feeling. Caroline was unusually quiet. Her lips thinned, an evil glare watched her Grandmother.
Grandma Alicia continued on with the rules. She lowered her head, raised her joined hands inches from her face and closed her eyes. Lord we come to thank you for this nourishment. We ask that it does what you intend. That it keeps us healthy provides us with strength. Thank you for blessing us with these children. Help us guide them in the path of righteousness. As we embark on this journey of raising them, we ask for strength and courage to go forward.
She became quiet. Carl, Caroline and Grandpa Henry all opened there eyes. Grandma Alicia continued.
Help these babies deal with the loss of there parents, Jesus’ name, amen.
The days that followed seemed to take place in slow motion. Swarms of church goers were in attendance. The food seemed to never stop coming. Neighbors stopped by to pay there respect. Everyone hugged, kissed and assured the children they would be okay.
Charles wailed through the whole service. Carl was inconsolable, his wailing at times drowning the sound of his brother. Caroline stared. A far away glazed expression, she never shed a tear.
Grandpa prayed for the peaceful rest of the living children’s soul, the deliverance of the souls of Ann and Kevin, the softening of his cold heartless wife.
Kevin and Ann Grover were buried side by side in the Grover family plot next to Kevin’s parents. The going home celebration took place on the very day they were due to return home.

Part II Severed Family Ties soon to be released
Comment by Tonny Brown on July 7, 2008 at 9:13am


This is my children's book THE GOLD COIN. It teaches a great life lesson of the value of friendship. I want to write childrens literature that is fun and will encourage the love of reading. Let's teach through learning....not by mistakes.

Purchase online at www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore
Comment by Snake Eyes on July 2, 2008 at 12:37am
MY LOVE

yea it shows. that's why i treat her like my candy
plenty girls around the world but she's the only one who grabbed me

as for a family, it's already planned ahead.
she doesn't know we have a house, about to drop this apartment

we'll get off that futon & move to a master bed
i've got a strong business mind, but she's my only investment

i love her more than she knows, no doubts or questions
if it comes to a marriage i'll plan the wedding reception

on that rainy day in May i damn near could've died
i thought i saw a mirage before i looked in her eyes

although those days are gone i feel closer to God
i noticed my heart feels lighter since i've had her by my side

it's an emotional rollercoaster, but i'm enjoying the ride
we just came from the pet store. we got the puppy that cried

i'm your man to the end, your lover & your friend
it's a cycle: when your days are gone, then i'll make your nights begin
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Comment by Victoria Pearson on May 14, 2008 at 8:45pm
I am personally happy to be a part of this site, I do have some poems that I could post, but I have to find out how to do that. Again, let me say I am happy to be here.
Take Care..Victoria
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