Black Poetry : Black Women Journey “America Your Doors Are Open” Explain What And Who Is ? The Bond

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    Black Women Journey “America Your Doors Are Open” Explain What And Who Is ? The Bond Between The Blackman And God"

    Wednesday, September 22, 2004


    Man the source of life, there is no silence, the script was written which he refuse to obey, wisdom of his individual consciousness; the summaries of life that was given within the tomb of life, wisdom that breeds within his genes, which some follows behind the darkness a easy way out, forgetting the pain of yesterday, nevertheless he holds the key to the future, Ancestral blood that flows within his sources of legacies; neglecting which he knows the world only through his outward mind, closing out truth, and senses and by interpreting, the forces of forbidden knowledge, the ordination which comes through the spirit of God, the culture that is blocked out, under the hypnotic state of mind, self to destruction, consciousness which becomes one, recantation of self, and the abomination of destruction of the world; cloaked through the womb, cosmic consciousness, rebirth divine detention of a king, the sources of resurrection the analogy of a black man; the child in the womb of his mother looks from one end of the world to the other, God whispered in man’s ear, humble he leads, knowing all the teachings, the smell of death, that hides behind the roots of the devil, the mind that looses the inheritance , forgetting the words which was given by God before the link of his mothers firsts push; the bond between the blackman and God.




    The mortal sickness of man dreaming with hidden
    agenda’s to over throw all. Never cease
    the dignity of God’s laws, Satin has
    arrived to claim as many as he can.
    Nose of hate without surrender.
    The bank of God shall not be
    destroyed, Close not the eyes,
    communists is not loyal to color,
    only the wealth of the land. Beware of man,
    whom tramples creations, with the sounds
    of roars, with no truth, beware do not blink
    your eyes, the battle cries of tears from
    God’s eyes. Battle cry, Belligerency the slaughter,
    of the family tree.

    The sanctions of
    the spoken words, Derisions scorn,
    of the holy grounds, the symbols
    of emblems, that set before,
    as the devil steals from the universe.
    Black Women Journey
    “America Your Doors Are Open”
    “Peace Be Still”.


    Upon the night the warrior of death,
    as a fly that sits and watch
    For it’s prey, the silence of the
    chambers who awaits mans death.
    The implications of weakness that sits upon the night.
    The devils that bring forth
    destruction, the warrior awaits.
    The clouds cry blood.
    Voices from the grave.
    Tree's that swings by self.
    Voices of arms that touches earth.
    Rivers that links hand and hand;
    Warriors that throw flames.
    Warriors without face.



    The captivity of chambers
    who carries a torch.
    The empowerment of resources
    of darkness that lingers as man sleeps.
    The mortal sickness of man dreaming ;
    with hidden agenda’s to over throw all.
    Never cease the dignity of God’s laws,
    Satin has arrived to claim as many
    as he can. Nose of hate without surrender.
    The bank of God shall not be destroyed,
    Close not thy eyes, communists is not
    loyal to color, only the wealth of the land.
    Beware of man, whom tramples creations,
    with the sounds of roars, with no truth,
    beware do not blink your eyes, the battle
    cries of tears from God’s eyes.




    Tarnished and no conscious of what he represent..
    The black face's of spirits have return.
    battles within the nations of nation;
    The king has return, to reclaim his rightful place.
    The fountain cries blood, the water beats upon
    the land, there is no rehearsal, who claims
    the rights of man. There is no property
    in God's house, thieves who have entered the
    temple, to steal the inhertance of God.
    the snake has reverse, the bite is deadly
    to its own cause.



    Emotional extremist, pressures placed upon creations,
    Castration of the battlefield within,
    Crying out to be freed.
    Shouting out for the inner peace.
    Can you hear the bellowing sounds?
    In hope of surrender.
    The warriors of God, have returned
    don't be fooled by the face,
    don't be confuse, Jesus was a black man.
    He said he shall return, the time is up
    Who is who, and what is what?



    When Gods sits at the top. Slaughters that lye
    Upon the united of the free, death traps that man
    sets before his own back yard.
    The slaughter of his own people,

    who swears they live by the script of God.
    Oh the devil that sits upon the earthly thrown.
    Murders who kill the creations of God.
    Come from behind the doors
    The light will blind you
    There is no corners to hide.
    Who is it that hide behinds the doors?
    Who is it that pretends to be love?
    Who is it that lingers in darkness
    In the name of love?.

    The darkness that hides behind the doors
    The light will blind you
    Move on this is a house of love.
    Within the blood in my eyes,
    Tears that stream rivers,
    Pain that reflects inferno’s
    My last mission upon the universe.
    Burning buildings, Screams of pain.
    Within these walls I declare.
    I black woman have felt the pain
    my son's have died in vein.
    Who and Who?
    Let a man stand up who feels he is greater
    than God.



    Your walls have fallen.
    Hidden in a 8/11 box.
    The gifts of a palace no longer live
    No doors to hide, no glory to sing.
    The mission has finally reach and end.
    Prayers screamed in unisons,
    of the flying images
    That links from a place,
    no where to be known.




    I raise up my arms upon the heavens.
    I screamed oh dear God deliver.
    My people have finally brought closure to an end.
    Let thou faith to heaven repair the wings,
    That expands to the yielding of thy air,
    Celestial chants in numbers flows,
    Melodies enchanting strain, satin has
    swallowed my People within the cloak of his mouth.



    The fires of inferno’s reaches for the last brim of air.
    The Universe cries, Oh thy almighty god,
    Mercy to thee;
    Our babies are dying, whom shall
    we blame, without honor to self,
    the seeds will forfeit honor in this universe.
    The mission is now; Thou may he live upon this land,



    Although you might not see,
    Thou art is in the sky.
    Freedom yearns, for the resurrection of man,
    Pyramids of the universal life.
    Treasures that reflect truth.
    I women must stay strong.
    Spirits created by the ocean, rebirth,
    Affirming real things.



    No longer for us to decide.
    The will to give love, and the will to humble;
    under the devils rejoice. The will to subside
    when ignorance continues to flow.
    The will to carry the torch, when the
    storm appears, fearing not the suggestions
    of those blinded by the storm.



    I have been murdered through tribulations,
    but I shall return, Until my brothers get it right.
    The man of wisdom shall hold its own.
    Through the valley of death; Man shall
    not understand the philosophy of a true king;
    The mission has now come to an end.



    Oh thou scars of my hand, the piece
    leaves, thou speaks, masking the roars,
    thy singing tree, the whispering of the air,
    As the broken limbs, waves fair well the
    changing of the leaves, Oh thou scars,
    of my hand; The scars on my back,
    I carry in the palms of my hand,
    the rivers run deep, Oh the legends,
    Of self defeat, thy hands, the scars, of the earth.



    Fear not the pain of the realms,
    Fear not the blindness of man,
    Fear not the corporations of faith,
    Long distance plantation shall come to an end.
    Corrupted and brutal acts of fear.
    Shall no longer be the salvation of your tears.
    What secrets powers dose fear controls,
    Only an illusion, that clings to the mind.
    Proud of my submissive tears,
    Fear shall no longer live within my space.
    The mission has now been summoned to end.




    Toxins that is bought and traded to kill.
    The people of the land of the free.
    What have we learned about greed?
    The holocaust which man continue to breathe;
    Elders who fight just to live;
    Children that live upon the battle
    grounds of the free.Our back yard
    is dirty and our people are dying.
    Who will save America the land of the free.



    Life is life, death is death, God is God, foul is foul.
    "Let a man stand up who think he is greater than God."
    The scars of a warrior, under the banner
    of justice shall be the back door, to
    hypocrisy, the body shall turn cold
    within the darkness of its war. Thy
    spirit shall live for those , who shall
    follow in the blood, of the prophesies
    of justice for all. Let not thy words be
    sensuous slavery , give thee the voice
    that man shall stand , for the imbibing
    of Gods words. Shrines, temples,
    churches, Bestrode upon fruitful knowledge,
    Which man has defamed Gods house.




    America charity begins at home then moves abroad.
    No churches to bare knowledge of faith,
    Children killing upon the street.
    Mothers battered for pleasures gain.
    Starving people without food are homes.
    Drug addicted toxins of poisons plagued by
    The scorns of our own fate
    Who will save America as we fight the battle
    Which we live the same in our own space.
    Everyday a prayer just to live.
    Understanding we are our brothers keeper,



    But who is taking care of your house?
    Who will feed the hungry, who will shelter the homeless,
    He will build the temples of God’s house.
    There is no man who owns property to God’s house,
    your walls, your weapons, shall no longer,
    enter fair with the creations
    Of thy God. Your mission upon this land,
    Is on borrowed time, kill your brother, mark your sisters.
    The devil has no boundary in the creations of thy God.
    We are one, we must clean our own back yard.
    How can we live In a democracy when we continue
    To hate a man for his color are the difference in voice;
    Which he might speak, why fight the battle;
    In another land, when your back yard is dirty than his.

    No man has power over God’s house.
    Nevertheless man creates its on
    bible and laws, under minding
    the words that was written
    in stone. The laws of the
    prophets shall not be tampered
    with; nevertheless man has
    made his self made thrown. Divide and
    conquer the mind of
    the devils
    children who
    Have corrupted the minds
    of the children of the lord.
    Let not the diversity of satin
    Play games with your head;
    don’t listen to the voices
    that sing its on song.



    I go within the sanctuary of thy thoughts,
    praying to be protected from the world,
    the horrors of today, oh why are thou
    to be judged of thy kind heart. The giving
    of a pure heart, I close my mind within
    the shelter of its own sanctuary of divine
    love, I must hide within the shelter of my
    most protected source. Why must I pretend
    to be the source of regret, when I give love,
    to those who have no respect?




    Its not the power of a man who lives upon the earth;
    The virus snake that runs foe to foe,
    unclean thoughts that plagues nations ,
    taunted by un- forgive able love, without
    human kindness he’s destructive to self.
    Crime against humanities wars that plaque the earth.


    The hands that guide mans life; The power of chose
    to lead will be the answers
    when Gods sits at the top. Slaughters that lye
    Upon the united of the free, death traps that man
    sets before his own back yard.


    Toxins that is bought and traded to kill.
    The people of the land of the free.
    What have we learned about greed.
    The holocaust which man continue to breathe.
    Elders who have worked and believed in a dream,
    A corrupted society that don’t give a dam.



    Death be death, as the elders who
    dye no insurance will cover there
    benefits, as we wave the flag, America the great.

    Who fights for the elders who have
    worked and given to the world.

    Out of sight out of mind, do anyone really gives a dam.
    Elders who fight just to live.
    Children that live upon the battle grounds of the free;
    Our back yard is dirty and our people are dying.
    Who will save America the land of the free?



    I sing not upon the statute of race,
    I sing not the statue of country,

    Greed has no complexity of color.
    The rich shall look upon the poor,
    but shall be the same who often close
    the saviors door. When time shall cease,
    shall pass no wealth, pull nor influence will
    save the sinners plea. I pledge that the
    source of implementing humanity through
    human kindness shall bring forth unity
    among the soldiers of the lord.




    Deleting who’s imitations of powers for
    man’s sake, human decent in Gods spoken words.
    Violence characterized to seek an humiliate,
    to embrace just law.




    A man is a power tool of conversion to
    which it stands. A vessel to implant the
    justice of God and the love of all man.
    Sing not the glory of thy self, sing the
    glory of humanities that man pull together
    in knowledge, peace, wisdom, and understanding.
    Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,
    not the presents of face, the heart
    shall be the mountain of Calvary for which man stands.





    I cast no stones for I live within a holocaust
    of its own dismissed
    Murders, Books of darkness,
    shall appear in the light of conscious,
    Implementing sources of humanity,
    through human kindness,
    delete the whose and what,
    in mans darkness without couscous.
    Illusions of powers for man sakes.




    The spirit shall live for those ,
    who shall follow in the blood,
    of the prophesies of justice for all.
    Let not the words be sensuous slavery ,
    give the voice that man shall stand ,
    for the imbibing of Gods words.
    Shrines, temples, churches,
    Bestrode upon fruitful knowledge,
    Which man has defamed Gods house.
    With tarnish and no conscious of what he represent..



    The devils that hide behind the cloak ,
    will be exposed that hide behind Gods cloak.
    I rise to another level of understanding,
    in the resource of forgiveness, forbidden
    love that sings oh glory to thee,
    the forbidden love, which seeks my
    strength, Oh thy God for the love,
    which you have requested within thee.
    Has been the destruction of my inner
    plea. I question not thy word, but
    the protection of the clean heart,
    which man seems to disbelieve.






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    rich my hero I am going to drop by very soon, excuse my manners, you are such a great moderator, I am in and out, I know you understand.
     
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    truely i do sista Queen move slowly freely and willingly
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    Warriors continue to stand tall despite what the world brings them. And when they get weak, God is there. Keep flowing the message.
     
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