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Thy shall sing it on the mountain,
Thou embrace thy almighty God,
When thou children forsake me,
Lord you stand by my side,
Thou sing the song,
Of great love to thee,
My almighty God.


Thou tear those streams, like a mountain,
Thou burdens rise above thy head,
Thou sing on the mighty mountain,
I give it to thee thou god,
Thou cup is full,
And thy tables empty.

There’s no space for thy heart it’s crumbling,
I take it to thee, Almighty Mountain,
And give it to God.
Thou hands are scared, thou life is in shambles,
Thy have no friends,
To smooth thy violated heart,
I take it on the almighty mountain,
I give it to thou God.

Lord the troubles are abundance,
Thou house are out of order,
My spouse that brings me great harm,
I sit at thy bedpost,
I cry lord, deliver thee from the rafts of satins,
Rages of UN clean love.
Thy sit in darkness, thy friends forsake thee,
I raise my hands, to thee as he calms the beast,
That lies within thou eyes,

Chariots of darkness, belligerency of insanity,
Shackles squeeze the love from thy heart.
Denied thy self of a mind.
Tasting the smell of death,
Conscience that runs,
Its own deliverance of self,

I rise to the almighty mountain,

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Wisdom worth more than silver and gold
The soul worth more than the man
Who lives for the earth?
Loyalty worth more than a man who has no honor to self.

Love greater than silver and gold.
Trust stronger than the lion that roars
Knowledge worthless without honor of self,
Understanding rationalization what comes first,
What comes last? Honor worthy than thieves in the night.
Wisdom the will to enhance, the will to let go.


Within these walls the prayers of an author.
Reviews. Jacqueline Amos Invites you to the reflections of a Women Poet.

Through the ultimate achievements of man, the diversity of human associations has been limited to self. The knowledge to know, but never the wisdom to apply.
Ego’s of empowerment without the means of common sense. The destruction within the eyes of the beholder I pledge to self . Civilizations hurdle within the myth of rotten death. Vibrations sings the roads of disgrace, me my self and the mind refuses to link. Sea’s of human black death.

I will sing the songs of mercy, of the lord forever.
The raging of the sea’s have drown within my hopes and dreams.
The rising of the sun, has left a darken shadow upon my head,
The vultures of the earth await my tired bones.
Blessed is the people whom rejoice all the days of life.
Thy shall walk, Oh lord in the light of thy countenance.
Thy art the glory of thy strength

Cowry shells cries upon my feet. In a ending of a shallow death, meaningless, tears form, a culture, country, a destruction of mans own right hand. Genocide of thy Accessorial tree.

Thy ancestors who died for freedom, that thy unity be a truce of all that comes within the circle of universe, the eyes have seen the blood of thy sons, thy back has felt the heat of thy whip, thy walk with the scars on my back and the blood in the palms of my hands. Desires of wanting , pain that seeks through thy vain, pleading to inner depths of the mind. Cease and assist thy family tree of heritage that hangs from the death of the root of thy tree.

Circle of truth , homelands cries, second power of the sun, first rays of the light.
Cowry shells cries upon my feet. In a ending of a shallow death, meaningless, tears form, a culture, country, a destruction of mans own right hand. Genocide of thy Accessorial tree.

Thy feet that centers the universe, thy heart that cries for conformity, thy eyes blinded by tears. Oh thy holy city of Mecca thy children have turned a deaf ear, to my want and dreams. Wars of nations all that symbolize the holy grounds that I have ordained. I love creations, I forgiveness of thy sins, I the death of thy son.
I the universe of all man. Thy grounds of Holy Cities that center around my Universe, Oh where is thou loyalty to thy father of creations.

Thou seek the calling of the lamb
Thou blood is cast upon the land
Thy spirit has no will,
Upon the darkness of the earth,
Oh thou, have lean toward the sword,

I raise my hands, toward the heavens,
As I seek, the coming of our lord,
The dirt is dry,
The sun flees, from the direction, of my eyes,
The rivers are cold, I scream release, the fire,
The lamb has left the blood upon my door.

I rise that life return,
Oh thou, has fell among, the belly of the beast,
Psychological defeat.
Subsiding to savor, of the bleeding hand,
Screams of unison,
The blood that is layer upon my door.