Monday, September 5, 2011

Still I Rise



BY MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

SPOKEN WORD FROM THE HEART TO YOUR EARS

"Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk."

“Remember that a government big enough to give you everything you want is also big enough to take away everything you have.”

"When its too tough for them, its just right for us!"
...
"Birds of a feather, flock together."

"You are the company you keep."

"What goes around, comes around."

"The happiness of your life depends on the quality of ‘Your thoughts."

“It takes more courage to reveal insecurities than to hide them, more strength to relate to people than to dominate them, more 'manhood' to abide by thought-out principles rather than blind reflex. Toughness is in the soul and spirit, not in muscles and an immature mind.The”Christian life cannot manifest without divine love. Divine love means reaching beyond ourselves and our own families to strangers and treating them as we would ourselves. A person full of Divine love does not fear people or dangerous environments. Divine love requires that we go into the heart of darkness as shinning lights of God’s kingdom.

The practice of divine love will transform us into higher levels of glory. The old nature will gradually be reduced to allow the glory of God to be manifested within us. Divine love destroys every yoke of sin within our body as we become more and more like Christ. As we grow in Divine love the more we grow in the expression of God’s wisdom and power.

Living a life of divine love will not be easy. Growing in divine love demands a major sacrifice of our human nature. This is because our human nature is really our old sinful nature. Our sinful nature cannot coexist with divine love because it is not of this world. Divine love is a product of the kingdom of God. Human nature is a product of the world and all that it represents. Devine love goes against the grain of the world’s system and beliefs. In order to overcome the world you must be willing to give up this world’s system and its beliefs. This means that your old human nature will temporally suffer until the new nature takes over. Only then will you experience the feeling of joy and freedom from the world’s grip.



* Humbly Ask God for Divine Love

* Meditate on scriptures relevant to divine love

* Understand that you are a new creation in Christ, creating in divine love

* Establish a daily prayer routine to allow peace to grow within your hearts

* Seek God’s presence hourly in order to stay in divine love

* Be willing to sacrifice the old nature for the new nature

* Love the strangers and neighbors who in your circle of influence

* Believe that the divine presence protects you from all hurt, harm, and danger

Thursday, May 26, 2011

THE WONDERFUL BLACK MAN

The Black Man 

The truth of the matter is
There is nothing more beautiful
Than a black man

Whether five-two or six-seven,
Yellow fabulous or chocolate heaven
There is nothing more beautiful
Than a black man

Long and lean
With deep brown eyes
Wavy hair or dreds
With strong thick thighs
There is nothing more beautiful
Than a black man

Bald head with goatee
Cornrows or a fade
A little thick, a little thin
Oh the choices to be made
There is nothing more beautiful
Than a black man

Scholarly or not
Wall Street or hip hop
I'll sing your praises
To the mountain top
Head of the home
Provider and love
Obedient son and loving brother
There's nothing more beautiful
Than a black man

A mighty provider you've proven to be
Sacrificing your life to keep me free
Working for crumbs
When the table is bare
Praising the Lord
Leading the family in prayer
There is nothing more beautiful
Than a black man

Holding my hand
When fear emerges
Remaining faithful, suppressing your urges
Proving your strength
By turning the other cheek
Having high hopes
When the situation is bleak
There is nothing more beautiful
Than a black man

Treating me like the queen
I was born to be
Never disrespecting, dishonoring, or disgracing me
Giving me credit when it is due
Oh, black man, how I honor you

There is nothing more beautiful
Than a black man!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

How Do You Make Love To A Black Woman?

How Do You Make
Love To A Black Woman?
How do you make love, to a
Black Woman?
How do you make love to a

Black Woman,
Romantically and Patiently;
Take the time to make love to

her mind.
Fulfill all of her midnight wishes.
Cover her entire body with soft

wet kisses.
Tell her, so that she will know!
There's no place on her body
your tongue won't go.
And, when you love a Black Woman,
you love her real slow.


How do you make love, to a
Black Woman?
How do you make love to a

Black Woman,
Passionately and Sincerely;
Let her Sweetness become your

Weakness.
Do not use just the Male Pole,

Thursday, March 31, 2011

THE GOLDEN PATH

The Golden Path

Take my hand this way we'll go,
Said the man above,
I'll take you to a place of joy,
Where you will find true love,

If you let go, go on your own,
But mistakes you will make,
For many other ways there are,
Which you are sure to take,

When you feel that you are lost,
All you have to do is pray,
And I'll be there once again,
To help you on your way,

I did pray and just as said,
He shined his light from above,
That showed me the way down the golden path,
That led me to your love.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

My Friend, My Love

My Friend, My Love

It began as all fires do,
a spark soon ignited into a blaze of warmth and colourful delight.
You held my hand, became my friend,
earned my trust and my future once again looked bright.

Loneliness turned to hope,
emptiness filled up with dreams.
Hunger was satisfied,
and the darkness lit by love's moonbeams.

Tears no longer hit the ground,
they fall on your loving shoulder.
I feel younger,
as our love grows older.

When sorrow leaves me wilted as a sun-parched rose,
your comfort is a river that flows and flows.
The sun's light, the morning dew,
they are all the beauty that is you.

When passion ebbs,
as tides do,
love fills the wake,
and carries us through.

Your strength is as the oak,
but if it is my need you bend like the willow.
My heart is filled,
like a lucky sail with wind to billow.

Harsh cold winters,
wet springs, blissful summer heat, and the fall of time,
They'll weather my spirit,
with grace and peace, your hand in mine.

Our love's sweet creations, joyous children,
blessed am I thanks to God and you.
What greater beauty could shed light,
on the love that came from two.

Love's sweet reflection,
laughing, growing, thriving, learning.
Words cannot express what my heart feels,
how strong my love is burning.

When God took one home,
I felt my heart would never again see the sun.
But you, my love, walked with me, through the sadness,
and together we share the memories that keep our family one.

The lines of age will etch their mark on us
and time will take the strength from our bodies.
But love's brush will paint for us a picture of such beauty,
That a hundred lifetimes could not remove their glory.