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Lady Blues Jacqueline Amos
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- City You Live In: (Add closest Major City in Parentheses)
- Brooklyn NY
- State You Live In:
- NEW YORK NY
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- Medgar Evers College
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- Pain shall not claim the
Mind, the pain shall pass on,
but the spirit of thy soul shall remain.
Thy words of earth shall not mark me,
conceptions of those who stand before me,
confusion that surrounds the inner depth of shame,
by actions of blasphemes,
by reason of the enemy and avenger,
I speak of the words of thy King
The pen of thy tongue, the heart of thy love.
They shall never be a doubt who is my God.
The beast who identify his self as man.
A mans pride shall bring him nothing,
but honor shall behold the humble spirit.
The fear of man brings snares,
but who’s put his trust in the lord shall be safe.
Man seeks the power to rule,
but every man’s judgment will come from God.
An unjust man is an abomination to the just,
and he that lives by the accords of love,
Is an abomination to the wicked.
The man who never learned wisdom,
nor have the knowledge of holy.
Forget not the law of God,
receive his words with loyalty to only him.
So that you shall be blessed,
with the words of wisdom,
and apply your heart to understanding
Scornful words within
and fools who hate knowledge.
Let not your right hand smack you in the face.
When fear becomes your damnation ,
and your destruction, come as a ball of fire,
When you call upon him, he shall not hear,
you shall seek the father, but he shall not hear,
for those who hate knowledge,
and did not choose to fear of thy God.
Yea thou I walk through
The tomb of my cast;
May my spirit of spiritual fruit;
shall not condemn me.
The battle, which
I sometimes live within,
My body is the slave to my spirit.
Murders, Wars, Man mad laws,
Changing the script of God
Written in stone; Oh dear God
Your children hear not your words.
They come within the cloak
Hidden behind the mask
You are summons to leave
My father’s house
Filling your children’s mind
With toxins and betrayal,
Oh they precious God.
The world has change your
Laws; so who is man
I am you and your are me,
The one who lives within,
If I dye so shall you, when I cry the spirit shall feel the pain.
The rights of passage shall carry me through the depths
Of my completion of a manifestations, I the transformation,
To the other side;
The chains sometimes
are much too much
To bear, let not my will
Of the earth, demised
The spirit of thy
God’s grace, my body
Is a slave to my spirit I have been murdered through
Tribulations
But I shall climb
Alone until the weapons
Are buried deep upon the seas
Until the carved stones
Of life, be restored within
The blood of my brother
Who lye upon the cross;
The man of wisdom shall
Hold it’s on. Through
The valley of death,
Man shall not understand
the philosophy of survival
Upon the earth;
The mission has now
Come to an end I shall
Not live in vein.
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Flourish Fresh Upon Thy Sacred Tomb
Lord the hot bristling sun, the bags upon my back; the lab’ring of the songs I sing, lord the days get longer, the night gets shorter, lord have I earn my merit upon the sun, lord the morning as the sweat upon, my bosom, and my Chile cries to the beat of my heart. I have nurtured a dead root unto a burning bush, but lord the roots, are blooming roses, it keeps me on the move. Lord the roses no longer belong to me, lord you say suffered to those who come unto me; lord I give to thee, I take my stripes on my back, in a moment hoping to be free.
The cotton upon my head, the sun that bakes my skin, the fingers that turn to blood, the burning bush produce a rose, oh glory I give to thee. I have felt the pain lord of the savior who lied upon the cross, the burning bush, the stolen treasures, the bitter taste of water, the burning of the wipe, the burning bush; that presents a rose unto me. I sing the songs of psalms; lord nobody knows the trouble I have seen, Nobody knows my sorrow; I lift the bag upon my trust, I pick the white cotton, and throw the thongs upon the ground, the memories of the blooming rose, I continue to work on.
‘Twas mercy that brought me through; the promise land, taught me be kind to my enemies, that my father looks upon the burning bush, lord the redemption neither my suffering upon the sun, the diabolic dye breed within thy skin, black as the son Cain, lord my lesson upon this earth, say his name, dear God, I give to thee, I sing the Negro song;
Deep on thy pillow the box that holds my remains; The traces of my inscriptions, I leave to man ; the summary of darkness, have given me peace, my name shall be branded in the sun; the archives of God, remembers the labors of my hands; I have shredded blood under the mockery of man, I shall no longer suffer, God has brought me home, I put on my Sunday Go meeting armory, God has called me on home, lord I don’t study war no more. Cry not for me, I’m
on my way home, the roses have multiplied they lay upon my cold body, but the smell of the roses, has put me to sleep.
Lady Blues Jacqueline Amos's Blog
WHEN GOD CALLED THE PEOPLE HOME IN LOVE HATI CRIES KNOW VICTIM SONG
Posted on January 14, 2010 at 10:37pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
The Redemption of The Blackman Through The Eyes Of A Woman
Posted on January 14, 2010 at 8:10pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
The Fountain That Poured Blood
Posted on January 2, 2010 at 4:51pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
The darkness of Death and hell flames no more shall haunt my soul. My refuge the Almighty God, The fountain that cried Gods blood I rise unto thee by grace. Sing the glory of thy God; Slaughter through the children, who lives by the laws of the sinful land. The fountains pour blood, as the father sit within the rivers of the forgotten son. Oh thy God forgive thee, of thy brother’s sin. Slaughtered by love, the… Continue
The Psalms of Death
Posted on January 2, 2010 at 4:46pm 0 Comments 0 Likes
A revision of tears, chains that cling as the soul slowly coming to an end, and the mission of humility began, to surface upon the burning hell, I cringed in a circle, as the rope got tighter, and the soul said in a various voice, let go I shall take you to peace and serenity, A blink of sky shadowed my way, the voices of the dark, sing and the obstetrical event continued to come. As I took a deep breath, the saddle… Continue
ALL BLACK MEN WHO WARE SHADES AINT BLIND
Posted on January 2, 2010 at 10:28am 2 Comments 0 Likes
There are times in life being adults we have the tendency to be mislead, even though the voices in the back of our head says, caution;we continue to make the same mistakes, be ware my brothers of the demon that lives outside your house,
it is swift and before you know it, what belongs to you, will belong to them, be careful how we say friend, The love in you generates enemies, before you… Continue
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