The Recipe of a Fools Demise

1 cup of Malice in a challis

2 cups of dead flowers

3 cups of broken dreams, to put aside

A sprinkle of laughter, where theres salt A dash where theres a gash A tablespoon where poverty is of gluttony

1/3 of the population pop corning with racism

of the babies in the community aborted

A hand full of talk to the hand where injustice is 2 teats that are bruised with no milk for the babies

Oh, and one more necessary nutrient,

Ignorance that is bliss

First, enter the gates, with Thanksgiving and courts with praises unto God,

alone. Then, shift the wheat to muzzle not the ox that treads out the corn,

not the pie. Open a can of worms and pour them down the drain, where

Unforgiving lives. Then, turnover your plate for some time of

Thanksgiving beyond food. Pray, in ways we cant pay for. Finally, give the children something to live for, by dying to flesh daily. Mix all ingredients

and enjoy with a bottle filled with New Wine, chewing on The Word of

God and not flesh!

The Soul Knows a True Poet

The soul has a gift, that all can see

Under Incandence, and revealing The Glory

Steadfast no more in ways of death

But steadfast in closing that door

To a place where the poet reveals

Their hearts cry, here and evermore

Suffering is seen in the midst

Of their poetry

Yet, it the souls plea

It is full of vitamine See

The soul is full of poetry

National Anthems came flowing out, and another poet feels

The heartbeat that knows a true Poet

As their psalmany reveals

Revelations spew forth

Poetry was fed, abundantly

In the Word and knowledge,

Even where They did not know Me

The soul knows a poet

And in this season, I use poetry

I AM is glorified for all to acknowledge

It is My athourity

The endowments are abundantly

Heard in songs and Ministry

Even through the star-struck on T.V.

My Glory has searged, clearly

Revealing a greater poet in their midst

Shaking the earth and the audience belonged to Me

I AM TRUE POETRY

Give it up for Calvary!

The Brook of Kid Run

(What Happened To Tamar Brown?)

Saywhat happened to that pretty girl With golden locks and waves of curls,

Sporting a Jetta and riding another go-getter? What happened to the guy she was with?

You know, the one that had the key to her heart

Since theyve been together, Her and her family have been far apart.

Well, last time I saw her she Looked like she was pregnant, too.

Well, the last time I saw her She didnt have her curls and she was sporting a new do She had a Queen of Spades card she would play in a jam She knew how to get some quick bread

And was not gonna have to have a man

For her pay

Cause shed stay Out of touch with

What shed be No one to feel sorry for

Thats for sure Thats how shed be.

She had some stuff with her, But she did also have some beauty.

Well, I heard Tamar went down To The Brook of Kid Run

And she came out

With a shout

Without a pout

And without a doubt

She had no more time to stay

Where the wages of sin had pay

Yea, I heard she made it to the Cross

And now an old nail scared hand is Boss

I heard mercy abundantly

Was healing her,

Delivering her

And that shes not he only one To be healed, delivered and set free.

Yea, I heard it was happening to her family too And that what was happening to Tamar Brown,

Saved her because she was going through.

Truth is, I heard Jesus still heals,

Is real

And just not another Free-be

And if He could do it for Tamar Brown,

He can do it for you or me.