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Thank you Lord. My goal was 1700 words and I did 1762. This is my first time doing NaNoWriMo (Nation Novel Writing Month) and I love it! Tomorrow, if I get no interruptions 2000 or 2500 at least. Excerpt from “Truth be Told” “Truth be told, I’m a liar, who will lie about anything to [...]

Ode to a Soul ChildAnd the Soul seeks to enrich what is already treasured deep withinSo the search for likeness and moreness of self beginsYou are complete already, but generous of self to shareFrom other's you take and recycle to bless them with love and careChild of Soul, a kindred of glorious roy

I awakened the sleeping dawn with my cry unto the LORD. My earnest, vigorous supplications shook the sun in the skies to rise, and spread it’s rays. Daylight found me on my face & knees before the LORD seeking HIS face, HIS will; HIS way;HIS plan for my life; HIS comfort for my pain; HIS [...]

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PEERING DEEP INTO YOUR EYES, THE WINDOW TO THE SOUL, ANTICIPATE THE MOMENT I WANT TO LOSE CONTROL WAIT FOR IT… WAIT FOR IT..TIME TO MAKE A MOVE, TAKE A HAND, DO A DANCE, GLIDING TO OUR GROOVE EYES STILL CONNECTED, HIPS AND ARMS NOW TOO YOU CAN SEE STRAIGHT THROUGH ME, AND I CAN [...]

Our history, is no mystery It’s been spoken or written about And slavery’s injustice, didn’t just exist in the south Enslavement is a mindset, either born or wooed into Are you a slave to circumstance, or a deliberate act of you? When you have chosen not to vote, or elevate your own state of mind [.

I made it through the bad times that almost took me out Every hope and dream I had, tossed, battered about A  pearl, a diamond, special treasure, before a swiney snout My deliverance has come nigh, it’s time to Praise and Shout!!! Victory; Deliverance; Healing; Peace divine I’m claiming; Taking all

SHE WRITESSHE…writes her life, her love, her passion.She writes what’s in and out of fashion.She writes a mess…She writes what’s good.She has to write, that’s understood.She writes her high’s, her low’s, her joy’s, her sorrows.She writes her mundane days, her sleepless nights, her hopes for tomorrow