Sunday, February 13, 2011

In the street

Poor and Jobless Fathers have a harder job to be a Dad

The tears from a woman should melt your heart to do something about it



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Trail of Tears

There are no hankies that can wipe away The Trail of Tears!
While another child wishes that he could see the dawn of a brand new day;
And just maybe this time his father won’t have to go away without seeing him because he could not pay.
Some Fathers on his knees they try but the agony the pain of poverty would no longer holds them in a place his children once again they both hold their breath in fear their children never to see.
As they leave a trail of tears.

A homeless woman found murdered on the street
 It’s someone’s mother, the children at home left crying no food to eat
And there it rolls off your cheek make no mistake it is a Trail of tears
Such sadness;
life for those kids look bleak.

Another young girl sit on a bed in the corner; left home a teen she has no job no way to be fed;
So she goes searching in every face she sees,
That twenty-dollar please, what she makes couldn’t buy her mother’s love;
So in haste she turns to drugs to get rid of the taste.

Hold on tight young mother,
It hurts to know that you will become a mother now where did the father go?
 And no one told you that the world was so unkind, the words, they crowd you with shame for God sake having a baby is a beautiful thing;

The lost of a love one just blows your mind
And the trail of tears comes for you all the time
My God! This has got to cease is there no comfort? Is there no peace?
The shame makes her stronger, the hurt, and pain helps with forgiveness and the blood that wipes away the Trail of tears.
Shows Christ knows

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More Than just Words: Valentine's day

More Than just Words: Valentine's day: "what does it mean? well you are wrong, you don't have to bring a thing home to your wife and you girlfriend if she remembers it; so! w..."

Valentine's day

what does it mean?  well you are wrong, you don't have to bring a thing home to your wife and you girlfriend if she remembers it; so! well than let her bring sweet and sour source to you and say it.  Happy Valentines day don't do a thing, don't lift a finger.  
            But if you really love and have love in your heart let it beat with the blood of excitement and try to bring her the world and him the biggest toy that is imagine because valentine is about the love you already have and know and have practiced and now it is natural for you to do it with your small group (him and her).       Your practice should have been the world and you should have passed with flying colors and if not we will see all of the failures after valentines' day see it in the ( divorce, breakup, separations, and domestic violence these are the out comes, sad!  So please practice your valentines with loving the world first then one and one I think its better that way) here is a poem or two. I love you FB this is our Valentines :-)

Just a word or two

We only had just a word or two,
But our conversation just grew and grew.
Look at how a moment just lasted and lasted,
For not just an hour but maybe two!
And all we had was just a word or two.
Who really knew?
What a word or two would really do?


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Holding on to raw flesh being choked and strangled by the wave of stench that has changed us all into a pile a wavering disappointment,
We have become pile of psychological bull, stretched over pure ignorance and we stand there quite content and pleased with what we have.
 But me I grasp for air something more than just your average; I see something up in the distance and if at all it is only you then I have been successful.

I will grasp on to you and what you offer and strip it looking for the truth,
My single enticement is to hold true to the one thing that was given to me and not forced on my in anyway.  
And that is LOVE.
I have been loved by Mother and Father and delicately they caressed my heart;
I stand firm because I am a man but gingerly and tenderly I posses tears and arms that are warm.

And as I come toward that man in which you all women would like to see in human form; I grasp for my dear life to be him;
The truth is I will die here waiting for only one special person my valentine and even though I am gasping I lay here grasping to love because I at least believe.



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Monday, February 7, 2011

More Than just Words: Let This be the reason for black history month

More Than just Words: Let This be the reason for black history month: "How are you related (black history) We all are related in some way to th..."

Let This be the reason for black history month

How are you related (black history)

            We all are related in some way to the significance of black history month, and what blacks or people of color have given to the foundation of this country in many ways with how they lived their lives.      I am telling you this because I want to encourage you to look into your past and your families’ history and see what they have done to make this country great and the integrity that they held and how they established the integrity of their race and dignified it by being not just only Americans but Americans of distinction.   
            I am related to not just one but related to many Americans of that type and proud of it.         Such of these is Cicely Tyson one of America’s great black Actresses, she stands among some great blacks; Cicely (born in New York, N.Y. ,US) one of my mother’s first  cousin; was founded by editor of Ebony magazine from there modeling as an actress is noted for her vivid portrayals of strong African American women.       My cousin Cicely came from the finest stock; the daughter of immigrants from the wonderful Island of Nevis sister Island to St Kitts in the British Caribbean Islands.            She has been honored by congress of Racial Equality, the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People and the National Council of Negro Women.  And in 1977 she was inducted into the black Filmmakers Hall of Fame. This is some and there are more family members that I can find who have done things that if you ask them did you want to be a hero they would simply say no that was the right thing to do.         My mother Theolinda Claxton-Woods stands underneath that umbrella of people, who’s richness and deep Christian values to do the right thing is also portrayed in her life long pursuit to feed and uplift her community; and she has taught me that if you see something that needs to be done do it. My uncle Milburn Claxton has always reminded me that if anything is worth doing, then you should do it right:  I have walked a crooked line in my own life but stand behind those who have gone on before me.               I do know that there are many stories that you have of your own which fit the billet and your family have done to contribute to black history month.
            You or someone you know is related to some of these people The First Black President of the United States, President Barak Obama, Colin Powell General US Army, Nat king Cole music, Thurgood Marshal Judicial Supreme Court, Booker T. Washington scholar and educator, First female Billionaire, actress, entrepreneur Oprah Winfrey, First male Billionaire Robert Johnson, Harry Belafonte Music and Acting the Arts, Bill Cosby actor, comedian, Theater, Film the Arts, Sidney Pointier, Actor, Director, Theater, Film, Jackie Robinson Sports, Martin Luther King Preacher, Social Leader, Activist World changer, Tiger Woods sports community leader and we all make failures on the way to heaven.       I am afraid that developing the minds of our youth to harness the worth of the good that blacks and people of color have done should be our honest focus; and have them understand that even if families are not perfect and the world has some different views that they can succeed even coming from an underprivileged  home.    They need to know that there are those who are willing to give a hand when needed.      All of the above have not only been successful but have given back to their community in some form; and that is the reason I think behind Black History Month, even thought it is the smallest month as people of color we can all do the best with it.

            These are some of the few there are so much more outstanding people of color who have done good with the life God gave them which had reached out beyond themselves and touched the lives of so many others to far to mention.             And that is why we should sing them into our hearts and give glory to God that He had given them to us and they did not stand still.   I hope that this poem does them just.  It is called (Ripen Tomatoes)

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The ripen Tomatoes

To all laborers in God’s kingdom,
We thank you for your heart of gold;

You work so hard behind the seen,
To get us all nice and clean.

Your life is hard this much is true!
But I am so glad you know, that God has called you.

Your earthly rewards is a smile or two,
From all work that God choose for you to do.

You never complain!
Maybe now and then;
But for those who know you
You are heaven sent

And for all the tasks that you take
It is our turn
 To say we appreciate

Although there are times
This task we have failed to do
Deep in our hearts we also know
You! Are forgiving too

Keep on doing the thing you always do
There are so many lost souls depending on you

Just to say something of great encouragement
The bible talks of your relentless persistence

You are like ripen tomatoes
That God had picked
The job you do
 Please never quit

And when you are dried
And all decayed
God still uses you
He replants the seeds

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Thursday, February 3, 2011

More Than just Words: The Bond Between us all has got to get Better

More Than just Words: The Bond Between us all has got to get Better: "The sigh Heaven fell today my dear and no one around the world shed a tear,This world has changed just a bit; everyone does their own thing..."

The Bond Between us all has got to get Better

The sigh

Heaven fell today my dear and no one around the world shed a tear,
This world has changed just a bit; everyone does their own thing and goes there own way;
Some crawl and some have given up and others just quit!
The salt burns my eyes and cracks my lips I don’t know how to tell you, but this maybe it.

We can’t walk too far now, the load we bear is getting heaver minute by minute,
This is all we have left,
It sucks that the legacy we leave our kids is a shameful debt;
Heaven fell I told you and this is it!
In a moments notice we will all be doomed to take off the gloves and fight, kick, and spit.

This is not right; but I have neither solutions nor any answers for this shit,
I am taking my bat and my ball, I am going home, and I’m going to quit;
Ok come hold my hand, don’t let go; hold on tight, are you with it?
When you feel weak and going to fall I will pull you back to your feet.

This is just a sigh; it is not the end we can all make it;
But together; no selfishness, and as brothers and helping each other,
What do you say lets do this!


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