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wisemanspeeks wrote:
positive feelings of the most high,
are the signs of peace of mind,
just before a poets writes,
truth flows from the heart ,
from outta the dark,worn feelings apart
honesty reaches for the light,
when in love there is no such thing as,
wrong or right,

the soul of a creation,
lies in the path of emotions,
what inspires devotion
has nothing to do with illusions ,
or schemes of grander,
when faced with slander,
loose lips seeking ships,

what we seek is a everyday need,
more meaningful than free,
and that is unity in all that we are,
a poet picks up his pen,
to write the rhymes again,
simplicities complex ed,
complex ed simplicities,,
round and round and round,
till we reach the speed of sound,
my love take my hand let me lead you there,
in the eye of creation,hides mystification's,
provably cause both near and far,
and that is unity in all that we are,
devotion,honor the person,
devotion,opens all doors closed,
when along,or even in a crowed room,
a poet will take his pen,
and write all feeling within,
exotic,political,
religious,mystical,
for a poet never knows,
just when will inspiration blow,
a full heart run away mind,
will make him write every time,
a dream unending ,new beginnings,
of passions unyielding,to flames of desire,
higher,and higher,
creativity takes hold of the soul,
trying to reach where spirits soar,
unrealistic,the pen can be so masochistic,
a friend to sadistic,,
or the sweet pro-claimer,
of the end of the journey,
long lost friend ,of loving again,
a poet will take his pen,
to paint a picture of a dream,
when real it all seems,,,peace wizthom,copyrights@08 wizthom


LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,
Do you have any published books:
yes
Why did you join this group?
to expand my horizones in what i do
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i am all that i am



i am what is known as a versatile prolific writer meaning i write just because it's who i am, THE WORDS THE MEANING THE PURPOSE,THE VISION,THE LIFE ,EMOTIONS UNLEASHED,I AM THE ENIGMA OF POETIC ECSTASY,WHEN U READ ME U WILL SEE PARTS OF YOU RINGING TRUE,AND ALL IS FAIR GAME.PEACE WISEMANSPEEKS AKA WIZTHOM remember man gives you knowledge ,God gives you wizthom

wisemanspeeks wrote:
http://www. othersideofthepain. com/othersideofthepain. html
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I made it thu (the other side of pain)
wisemanspeeks wrote:
i made it Thu the pain .
other side of pain
dark days lonely nights,
many time spent;
without a friend in sight,
lost and alone on my own ,
i had to be strong,'
yeah hold on,
with my children as my inspiration,
i took on the dark room,
yes i did,
i took on the dark room ,
and won ,i won,
lost a many of battles,
but by GODS grace the war,
i won,
my babies needed mama ,and i needed them,
they were my reason ,to face that dark room
they alone kept my light from going dim,
many times i wanted to give up,
but all i heard was mama,mama,
lord knows i couldn't nor wouldn't ,
forsake my babies they didn't ask to be here,
and the lord blessed me with them
,so i got down on my knees,
with heart in hand i said lord please,
help me,help me,i got babies to feed,
how they depend on meee,
keep me from that dark room,
filled with pain and gloom,
every day guide my steps ,
the devil was always trying ,
to get his hooks in me,
Thu the pouring rain,
and the cold of snow,
the burning heat of the sun,
life had me on the run,
i some how made it,
thuoooo the other side of pain,
many time the devil whispers ,
i heard,
he was bartering for my soul,
stating
i will give you this if you give me that,
oh the pain rejection,feelings of suicidal,
alienation of not trusting,
cause all i had believed in ,
let me down,down down,
it took my lord stepping in
building me up again,repairing ,
the damage done by that dark room,
as i leave and breath mama says ,
in the dark room few can escape,
in the dark to room few make it to see,
the other side of pain,which is joy and love,
peace and faith,
i made it,i made it.yes i made it,
I'll never die cause i made it to the light,
my GOD is a awesome GOD ,
on his word i will stake my life,
some day i know i must go home,
so do not grieve for me,
smile rejoice and say she made it,
to the otherside of pain,
where pain is no-more no,no,peace wisemanspeeks copyrightso7

wisemanspeeks wrote:
mama debarge I'm sure you would agreed,
times are hard not what they use to be,
ever changing powers world economy
people are changing rearranging,
to suit their material needs,

mama debrage
the youth of today ,
has gone astray,
they know little of GOD,
let alone peace in spirituality,

like Jesus i to am guilty,
of spending time with those sinners,
like a wise man in a room full of fools,
out of a hundred -one i may get Thu to,

mama debrage
I've been condemned from the time of my birth,
my days are limited here on earth,
death i don't fear for it knows nothing of life,
i just wanna be pleasing in GOD eye sight,

mama debrage i mean this from my heart,
I'm just a sinner trying to become a saint,
in a world that says i can't
i don't care what they say about what i ain't,
mama debarge

as long as Gods sees me as one of his own,
and gives me shelter in his arms,
as i go forth Thu life's many troubling storms,

mama debarge the road to hell is wide and large
paved with good intentions, bricks of false religions,
idol worshipers, killers, robbers,liars and thieves,
such as the world we all are living in,

mama debarge i mean this from my heart
tell those priest only GOD can judge me,
mama debrage i mean it from heart,
GOD as my judge and jury knows this child,,peace wisemanspeeks@protected




LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT


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enoch wait up you are gone i am leaving,african american openions,black bloggers

African American opinions,,black bloggers,, my friend said you must learn to work with the whites , i don't blame them ,if you always talk about me ,i wouldn't invite you to my parties either,,words of enoch i agree Blue wisemanspeeks wrote: someone told a friend of mines to vacate and t… Continue

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At 1:01pm on May 31st, 2008, Alive Inc said…
Greetings,

I am new to BWC and I am seeking writers that would be interested in donating copies of their books to a 501 c 3. The organization is having a book drive to fight literacy. The purpose is to establish or grow the personal libraries of school age children ages 4 to 17. If you are interested in donating, please email me at coach@aliveincorporated.com. Feel free to pass the word! Each author will receive an acknowledgement letter. Thank you for your support.
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Welcome to the site. You'll find the forums to be a great place to network, market and promote your brand and books. Self publish your own book has helpful resources, links and information to assist you in marketing and publishing.

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