Poet after my death The spoken word, screams of unison, I shall not die, Hear the bellowing sounds rising up from the depths of humanity, Life is death, death is life, crying out to the soul of men words spoken, being placed in discord, words of peace. The soul of a poet, Life after death. You shall embrace the words of ancient times, Through the universal space of mind .The peaceful place of integrity. Perhaps, you will hear the words, of calm, written from the poet within. Love calms the inner peace; I shall live, as my words, spoken with love. Poet after death, My words continue to live on. Darkness has no power off my pen. I live within, the words of a poet, death shall not, stop the spoken words, Life is death, Death is life, Poet the prophet of spoken words. _________________ jacqueline amos The warriors of God house, it is and honor my brothers and sisters of the mighty pen. It brings tears to my eyes, the strength that you share in the spoken words. I have come to this site many times, but I can identify with my strong brothers and sisters for change. I took this time because a true blessings is among you, If I could comment on all your work I would, but being there is a limitation of comments. I know God has anointed your pen. Continue to teach. Blessings be upon your house.