Writers Anonymous January-February 2016 by Writers Anonymous

AN OPEN LETTER/INVITATION TO OUR READERS Dearest Readers, Welcome to first issue of WRITERS ANONYMOUS for 2016. This may quite possibly be the only (loosely) themed issue of this publication… Resolutions, Love and Other Stuff was suggested in order to give, those who were willing, an opportunity to explore and expound on topics revolving around the New Year and St. Valentine’s Day...well that’s not exxxactly what happened. Instead, an ultimately interesting array of words flowed into what , I think, is the best issue to date. I want to extend a special thanks to all of our contributors. None of this would be possible without your love for words and their usage. I am humbled an honored that you made the decision to entrust us with, what amounts to, your babies. We appreciate you. The premise of WRITERS ANONYMOUS is to give our readers and contributors an opportunity to become published writers. You can get in on the act, with complete and total anonymity. No judgment. . No pressure. If you are interested in submitting your work for a future issue, please see page 39 for submission guidelines. Peace, Tony Norwood Owner/Publisher P.S. Should you recognize an author’s work, please do not divulge their identity. This concept only works if “none is the wiser”. Happy Reading. Happy Writing.

Anonymous One I Choose You Dear Husband, Will you forgive me? I should start by saying I love you. I do. However, it has come to my attention that my love for you has stopped the flow of love for self. I go to church. I read the bible. I live the word. I spew the words from the great book like one that has mastered the fluency of a new language. I can recall the scripture faster than the pastor. Yet here I sit in front of this screen emotionally naked. The love within me is selfish. I want to continue being self-less but If I do I will suffocate what is left of me by giving my last to you. I daydream of what it would take for me to walk away. The idea floats in and out of my mind like a revolving door of indecision. I hear the echo of a church members’ last words before we wed “Enjoy your life” I remember looking at her with my love blinders on quietly asking her for a broader explanation. I know they say that a marriage is heaven sent but, I can’t shake the feeling that caused me to go against my better judgment. You solidified that feeling when I asked a question. A simple one to my mind, but to you it was complicated. I watched as the inner complexities of your brain stretched after I uttered the words “Do you think we were meant to be together?” My doubts prompted me to ask you. You grabbed my hand and twirled me on the dance floor as you thought about it. Tick tock went my mental clock. The butterfly feeling I imagined your response would illicit hung in the air between us. It’s the kind of feeling written on the cover of books, splashed on the TV, and talked about in support groups. We are told that honesty is the best policy. This is my unopened bottle of honesty. Allow me to pour you a glass. Being your wife has been the best experiment of my life. I have learned. I have grown. I have been consumed with the same love it takes for you to neglect me. I can imagine the tears flowing from your eyes to the tip of your chin as you read this. I can imagine the eyes of the reader who stumbles upon it thinking this ungrateful bitch. I’ll take that one. On some levels I might be. On the next level you made me, heartless. This my dear is the culmination of all the extracurricular activities that led to nights I spent alone. Wondering why your side of the bed was empty. Cold feet tangled in sheets looking for you. I prayed. I cried. I stayed. I tried, but much like your favorite love ballad belted from the mouth of a soulful singer the music has stopped. The mic has dropped. We stand toe to toe in a battle where we have both been defeated. Washed up and depleted. No longer willing to be treated as the side chick to the main trick that kills me softly with his words when he says I play games. The last of my strength has been saved for this day. The day where I can faithfully say these words: I love you. I do. Forgive me. This time I’m not choosing you.

Sincerely, Your wife 7

17 Total (BANG)

BANG I heard them. The first 5 came so quickly As the cold silver metal slipped out, heated up, perpetually cocked, aimed and fired Then came the cannibalistic rounds Swiftly piercing thru the silence within the streets; Severely straightened underneath the sheets…was the victim

BANG… The next 5 came unexpectedly As the tunes came blasting from the speakers, I dropped to my knees & sent up a silent plea. I asked the Lord to pardon the heart, of the one who had to part with his peace. The one who so easily took life in the darkness and slept restfully in the light; A purpose cut short, another vision unrealized The result of untamed pride bubbling to the surface Full potential once thought to be unique would now regretfully reach its graveyard peak A symphony of sirens orchestrating no one’s favorite song

BANG… The last 7 came indefinitely Infinitely suspended in prime crime It was like a rhyme written with the worst lyrics, without a beat, and no respect for time Cutting thru the night wind with the word “eternal” tattooed on its end All that seemed to be left was white chalked shadows leaving imprints of the hunted It’s as if there is a customized way of recycling It’s as if they choose to use each other’s brother as their receptacle bin The place where hollow point pink slips come to a terminal end It’s as if all other routes, leading out conveniently point straight to the pen Not sure if they were dying to live or just living to die But I do know there is a generational struggle with how to survive, how to stay alive, and how to prevent skin scuffed dives from taking more lives That night was so silent. That night was so cold. Blood splattered, dreams shattered Another mother’s child is gone No one knew which one of them was the accused Another community left solemnly bruised The mixture of emotions coupled with bleak notions became the unspoken caution tape Hair rising shrills and faint goose bump chills Families clutching their young; mouths agape. Heads instinctively jerked Ears acutely perked Quietly listening for…

Love is Him The Prescription for this addiction My daily craving Love is him….. The one I pray holds the rib from once I came Love is Him….. Within the silence when I can’t find the words to tell him how much I adore him How much I appreciate him Love is Him….. The him that holds the key to my very existence. The one who I love to see awake in the morning to prove he wasn’t a dream. The him who I… breathe for. The one who lights my path every morning when he rises. The one I want to love.. Can’t help but to love.. Dare to love undoubtedly, unconditionally, completely Love is Him….. The one whose eyes are my sunrise and whose warmth is my sunset. Love is Him….. The him that has the ability to sweep me off my feet while keeping me grounded. The him that caresses me gently, rocks me fervently, and loves me deeply. My funny valentine who makes me laugh but is the reason for my tears. Love is Him….. The him whose soul is painted perfectly on the walls of my imagination. The him whose kiss can weaken me into shock yet energize me in one, swell, swoop. The him I’m afraid to love, to give love, to let love me back. Love is Him….. The him that God so graciously bestowed in my sinful presence. Love is Him…. The him I want next to me To cherish from this day forward The him I want to say “I do” to Love is him….. The him I hope can mold me into the perfect, passionate, partner he desires me to be Love is Him….. The him whose voice I hear in my subconscious even though I’m wide awake. The him whose name transcends over lifetimes just to reach my eardrum and linger for a moment longer. The him whose eyes hold captive my dreams, hopes, & aspirations in one, bold, beautiful blink. Love is Him….. The him who can take me to the pyramids of Egypt, Isles of Capri, and back home to the south with a tingling, tantalizing, treasure he calls “his touch” Love is Him….. The him whose children I wish to bear thru our love canal we’ve created just for their entry. The him whose body was chiseled for centuries before becoming fruitfully flawless in my eyesight. Love is Him….. The him whose scent is like a rainy day. You don’t notice it while it’s there but once it’s left it’s all you can think of. Love is Him….. 10

Side Effects Cursed with loving you Hopelessly entangled in a RELATION-crip Crippled by the diphthong ways of listless days of nothingness My eyes became flooded with benign teardrops that quickly became my malignant state of anguish I loved you… I lied myself into believing that you would change Your perpetual lack of integrity was allowed I gave you dominion over my temple like no other You see I couldn’t see the hurricane brewing To busy pursuing the flame… Effortlessly dangled between you and I was “us” Two letters joined to form one word you chose not to say… Two letters joined to form one word you selected not to hear… Two letters joined to form one word you decided not to commit to… Carefully detained me at arm’s length Just out of you grasp but close enough to be your “baby doll” The one you could pick up, play with and place back without a single realization that my scooped up state left my world interrupted I longed for it Without even knowing you became my desired stimuli My reaction always elicited by an unanticipated message of inconvenience It was as if a smoke signal was sent to you with my happiness in tow Emotions swiftly surfaced Wounds re-opened A healing undone Ultimately drained of our past love No longer able to counter attack this counterfeit union Pushed to infinite levels of backtracking thru a time when bags packing was the solution I felt as though you had given me one drug to many I had to be mindful of this ongoing overdose, coming close Able to leave me seconds away from being comatose Became sidetracked with unordered steps

Side Effects (continued) Locked into a groove Not easily moved but your knack for inconsistency led me to be free Free from a sickness Able to adjust with the quickness Won’t let these side-effects get the best of me because the rest of me…is thru with you No longer were you the one I needed You simply became pieces of a man to me Unfinished, under developed, always under construction Gone are the days I filled my daydreams with what ifs.. Now I battle with what is… The only certainty I maintain is what is not.. My heart was like a candle and the love I once had for you a mere flicker One strong gust shall be its demise Unable to continue to smother me with… With those eyes Those lies Well-hung clothes Closet hoes Gone are my sleepless nights Mental fights Heart tussles Lonely struggles There is a light where darkness once dwelled Emerging ever so slightly is a new me I’m walking in forgiveness My smile has returned My feet are guided Pain has subsided No longer cursed with loving you No side effects to endure Recovery complete Pressing delete I’m done Standing still Completely healed For the author’s contact information, send an e-mail to writersanonmag@gmail.com with “Anonymous One” in the subject line.

Anonymous Two

Soul Shattering Struggle Crying as I write this… Just another tough time and sick of some shit. I’m torturing myself and ripping my soul to shreds just a bit. But all the reasons of logic are simply made up in my head. Just self filled doubt and mounds of expectations, that I know will never happen and it’s time that I’m wasting. Looking for fulfillment in all the wrong places. Sorry if this one’s all over the place, I’m trying to cover all the bases, while my head is slamming words at me and my heart is just breaking. You ever wanted something so bad and know damn well you deserve it? But no matter what you do, or how hard you try, you just get stuck running in circles? Yeah well, that’s kinda been me and my situation. Stuck running in circles with no real explanation… Why do I give so much of myself to everyone else to the point of leaving nothing left over for me? Not one ounce of companionship and every night I’m alone. Man let me tell ya, “there’s no place like home.”

The Struggle of Their Secret Lyrically blessed but please don’t obsess over the topic. For the words that I speak, aren’t for the weak at heart. Like that drip of water from a leaky faucet the words just flow. Filled with filth and dirty realities, while I think about the struggles of others. *Don’t judge me I already know I’m demented and I didn’t fail to mention it* Wet with anticipated worry, the bead rolls down her brow. She’s already all in, there’s no turning back now. There are bills due, drugs to use and nothing else comes easy. Legs part just in time for him to use her. Like an after sex towel, he tossed her to the side. Never even bothering to wipe the tear from her eye…and WHY? Cause that’s not what he paid for…he didn’t pay for intimacy… he paid for a whore. No intimate connection was made, just flesh to flesh they laid. Releasing all pinned up emotions without commitment or devotion. She's his addiction… and his money is hers. Two evils coming together with no greater purpose is the worst. A man should crave his wife, and a woman should value her man. Stop dancing with the devil and devaluing yourself for a paid one night stand! Empty sex is just that, empty. *Don’t judge me I already know I’m demented and I didn’t fail to mention it*

A Little Story About CHANGE Hey man, do you know CHANGE? Yes, CHANGE comes from payin’ bills. But I’m not talkin’ about coins… I’m talkin’ about the feelings you feel. I know…I hear ya… it’s big shoes to fill. Don’t get ahead of yourself man, just chill. Listen, let me tell you about CHANGE. Get your hands outta MY pockets, and use em’ to hold a book. Educate yourself, adopt a new look. Life’s not all about a hand out. Stop tryin’ to gain strength from others weaknesses. Only simpleminded fools do that. It takes a strong person to jump, without lookin’ back. You startin’ to understand CHANGE? Leaps of FAITH and tall glasses of PRIDE. Hey man, I’m just sayin’ try it… it’s one hell of high! Don’t worry…this high don’t wear off like the drugs that you’re used to. This high don’t come from nothing but the GREAT things that YOU do. You gettin’ a better picture of CHANGE? That book I was tellin’ you about… man thats an investment! You can actually find your proof right there in the old testament.

Proverbs 24:3-4 By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures. Sounds pretty clever? Keep on reading, I bet things get better. Now it’s time for the CHANGE. But first and foremost you gotta open ya eyes. Don’t be foolish man. Look up to the sky. Drop to your knees at night and pray. WAKE UP and educate YOURSELF today. Because as you’ve been told, “This high is real. This high gets you through, this high helps you deal.” It’s the high of CHANGE. But only YOU can CHANGE it.

Left Undone Expanding my vocabulary won’t make me more intelligent. Since the diligent folks preach how it’s irrelevant. Diligence is key to being what society needs, to mold us and shape us into what they see In society no one is free. Confronted by the apparent need to be freed I was left with no choice… but to stand up and speak loud so everyone hears my voice! Take in the words that I write so that you may understand. We are society... Society is not man. Therefore we can make our own way. There is no need to conform and do just as they say. Now I’m not saying go break some laws. I’m simply saying the world is ours. So everyone should take a step back and realize just what we have. We have leaders, followers, friends and foes. But when you stand up and make your own presence known, people tend to take notice. Just because you stand out and speak words with boldness.

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Anonymous Three Untitled Standing here whirling in circles at tornado speeds dazed and confused wondering what to do. Busy doing nothing or nothing that matters. No direction. No road building instructions. Around or through what appears to be mountains of unfinished business or busy-ness mental and emotional inconsistencies of insurmountable measures that need immediate attention. But, how do you organize menageries of mess and confusion without damaging the minute blanket of sanity and stability that was never there in the first place? It’s all that holds things together. What the imagination provides elways seems safe. But then the insanity of it all sinks in expediently shouting, “YOU KNEW THIS!” Time to do something new. Think far from yourself as you know you to be. Travel to the path of the unknown place of God. That place the world around you won’t touch. The place around you the world can’t see. The place where you MUST choose to be

You Are Love You are love You live in me Your love flows to no end I have love abundantly I am filled to capacity Thereâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s no more room to go It spills over continually From me your love overflows How can I have you And not be filled with love? How cal love live in me And my actions speak not thereof? My emotions have no control Of the love youâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve given me I choose to house you here So I choose to live like thee I choose to walk in love Whatever comes my way It is your love that flows in me That gets me through each day You are love You are in me Your love flows to no end I have love Love abundantly

Je’taime Toujours They say I’m too romantic They say I’m not for real But They don’t know me, no They don’t know what I feel They don’t see the stars In colorful fantasies They don’t see love intertwined With reality and dreams

Still Alive Yet another shred…

I can’t make them like I can’t make them understand I can’t make them see All the things my heart demands

Quick and deep. The deepest sharp yet to break into this flesh.

But you know oh so well Only you understand Je’taime Toujours my darling, My heart is in your hands!

The pulsating thing that gives life and rhythm . How it beats, with all of its punctures, bruises and missing parts, I do not understand. But still it beats on...

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Anonymous Four

The G Stands For Goddess Good morning, king I love your name! I am your Goddess not to worship But to hold, cherish and protect And… as your queen, I’ll give you, my king, the utmost respect. King, it is you that holds the key to my night’s completeness, Connect with me; let’s intertwine with yours and my uniqueness. I am a Goddess with a Yoni. Oh god! Lingam I want you and I need you! My G(oddess) longs to be caressed by you. I long to stroke your thinking brain (ego) With the words from my lips that speak... She, the G longs to stroke your "brain" With the lips that make you climb as high as Mount Everest peaks. Make me your Queen, your Highness And I'll be your Yoni Goddess. Come visit, Stay awhile, In the Goddess’ Palace

You’re Already Deep Within Subtitle: Her Response to “Let Me In” He serenaded her from his heart with the words of a song. She replied reassuring him his wait wouldn’t be long. You're gonna be a really hard egg to crack The more you try to resist the more I keep wanting that She replied: Just like an egg, I’m hard on the outside and soft in the middle, Once the time comes your wants will be over all of me, I’ll be freely given. You got the ADT on your heart You keep stoppin’ before we start. She replied: I just need to know once I give my heart you’ll protect it and secure it. Because once this thing starts, I don’t ever want to stop it. Givin me the run around; Feelin’ like I’m on a track She replied: Don’t miss the point of it all, this time I’m not running away Just hang in there with me; give me time and a little slack. How long you’re gonna keep me knockin at your door? (how long) How long you’re gonna keep on treatin’ me like I’m the one that hurt you before? She replied: Just until I know when I open up to you I won’t have any worries History just hasn’t been kind, I’ve been hurt and I’ve hurt others haven’t you heard the stories? How long you’re gonna keep me standing in the cold? (how long) How long before you let me in your soul? She replied: Patience is what I request of you. Unfortunately, I don’t exercise patience myself. You’ve already captured my heart and soul, you should be charged with grand larceny/theft. Let me in won't you (let me in) Let me in (let me in) Tell me when you gonna, (let me in) Let me in (let me in) She replied: You’re already deep within (deep within) You’re already deep within (deep within) I’m telling you you’re already, (deep within) You’re already deep within.

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Seems there’s always a mountain to climb Seems like I’m always telling myself it's gonna take a little more time. Sending mixed signals and it's keeping me in confusion Please don’t keep making excuses. She replied: Fear of the unknown is the only excuse I have to weather. But when we come together there will be no mountains we wouldn’t climb together. It will not be much longer. You can’t win if you quit now. I’m more confused by the signals. There’s a green light in my heart, A red light in my mind somehow. How long can you just let time keep slipping away? (how long) How long you gonna keep our future from being today? (how long) She replied: Time waits for no one. Give me time and with you I’ll slip away. I know the days left in our future decreases another day, every day. How long you gonna let our flight keep getting delayed? (how long) How long you gonna keep us from having it made? (what do you say?) She replied: When we take off on the wings of love just promise me we will not crash. I pray it’s not too long. It will worth the wait, I know that sounds brash. Let me in, won't you (let me in) Let me in (let me in) Tell me when you gonna, (let me in) Let me in (let me in) She replied: You’re already deep within (deep within) You’re already deep within (deep within) I’m telling you you’re already, (deep within) You’re already deep within. See it on my face? I can’t even hide it baby She replied: I just need more time to see what’s in your heart I appreciate you being open with your feelings from the start.

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What’s it gonna take For you to make your mind up girl She replied: Just time adjust to the idea that I’m trusting someone with the heart of me, It’s my mind that’s the holdup because my heart is certainly ready. Should I walk away? Am I wastin' time baby? She replied: No, please don’t go, Love, I’m already use to you being with me If I thought you were wasting your time I would ask you to leave. I don’t wanna wait forever. She replied: Forever… All I want is forever too. Yessss, I want a couple of forevers with you. Won’t you let me in? (Oh, baby) She replied: You’re already deep within, Baby. Cause I need ya (let me in) She replied: Not as much as I need you (deep within). I’ve got to have you baby (Am I wastin’ time, baby) She replied: You will have my love, just a little more time, Baby. Don’t you see it in my face baby? (Let me in) She replied: Let me feel what’s in your heart (deep within). Tell me how long? Just want to love you. She replied: Waiting patiently is what I need from you Please tell Love to wait for me too. Won’t you let me in? She replied: Dive down deeper, Baby You’re already deep within. Italics “Let Me In” by Anthony David. All rights reserved. For the author’s contact information, send an e-mail to writersanonmag@gmail.com with “Anonymous Four” in the subject line.

Anonymous Five

Night Thoughts They close. My eyes touch the midnight sky on the backs of their lids the light wanders from between my fingertips into the wondrous 'why' of all 'why's' as darkness' symphony fills the space between my ear...drums I try to assemble a semblance of a guess, but I digress as madness settles in an aura's mess seeking that ever illusive good night thought's rest maybe, if I learned what I was taught...if, by chance, I would do as I ought...my mind would not be forced to assemble the semblance of a guess...pondering the big enough 'why' of these night thoughts the starless sky blends into the background against the abyss of my onyx colored mystery. the third planet from the Son brings only pieces of peace with each heart...beating or would you lie to me, forgetting truth...entangling our thoughts in a never ending black hole's vortex of hues of gray that don't matter...big enough 'why'? maybe, if I learned what I was taught...if, by chance, I would do as I ought...my mind would not be forced to assemble the semblance of a guess...pondering the big enough 'why' of these night thoughts ...with my eyes wide shut...seeing the night thought's eclipse slivers of light and outstretched rays peeking from just beyond big enough 'why'?...because I love you... My eyes touch the midnight sky on the backs of their lids They close.

If I Dreamed If I dreamed It would be of beautiful in a solid state...tangible... touchable... In a sense Innocence In no sense Feel There would be There would be none If I dreamed It would be with my eyes, arms, heart, mind, spirit and body wide open In a sense Innocent In a scent In a sent...from somewhere else, anywhere else other than here Right hear what I thought I said, when I said it, how I said it Just now Just know If I dreamed I would dream You If I dreamed I would dream of past lives and uncrossed paths Of eyes that didn't meet across the dimlit room Of unhad conversations Of unheld hands Of unkissed lips Of Time Passed Wasted Poorly invested and hope for a better tomorrow next week next month next year or the next twenty If I dreamed It would be of love I would dream You 26

This Moment This moment was not promised, but it was granted, the seed is planted, cease the day and the opportunity and take advantage. Granted, grant it that I have issues...control and otherwise but my heart still beats, the blood is still warm, breath still fogs the mirror...in this moment. This moment...the sun cuts through the blinds like chef's knives leaving perfectly placed slices on the living room floor...more neatly arranged than anything else in here...including me. This moment is special because it's brand new...I've never been here, quite like this before. Taking this moment, for myself...to be thankful because I'll never get this moment back...ever...

One One way in One way out One entrance and one exit blocked on both sides. No one way over and no one way under. One search for millions and none for the same number. One wishing once...just once, could I just get one moment of real peace of mind, one real moment of absolute and complete silence except one whisper of one word from one source that connects one to everything that came from nothing. One less fight, one less battle, one less push, prod and poke in the wrong damn direction...one more...I mean...one less...I mean one more time. One is not always the loneliest number when there are many and they are all one with themselves, all by themselves. One more chance to get it right... One more blessing. One more day on this side of the grass. One thought One phrase One sentence One paragraph at any one given time brings one one second closer oneself. It is all one big blur, yet clear as that one bell that rings omnidirectionally. School is out for one more summer breezes by in one direction and one moment in time flies off into the distant present one second after this very one and this very one and this very one..................

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Anonymous Six CHURCH FOLK (hook) “This is fo my church folk, who content on being traditional, never seein’ the picture but swearing they know what issue wrong. Church folk, who be mad you don’t buy dey tracks, they wonderin’ why is that, it’s cause yo music wack. (x2)” My dislike for your music has nothing to do with the Word of God, and everything to do with how you present it. And quite frankly I’m tired of you yappin’ about this unwholesome music on the street when you’re not out here creating the next fresh beats, & check this out.. I like artists like Bone Thugs-&-Harmony, and as much as they talk about smokin’ weed I never smoked herb a day in my life; heck I don’t drink or smoke and my dislike for the po po’s has nothing to do with their music, and everything to do with my experiences. Now I understand that everybody isn’t as strong-minded, and I agree that we all need to listen to music that builds our Spirit to be in tune with the Word of God, but be mindful when questioning even the sexual music people listen to. Tell me, How many Gospel tracks you smashin’ your spouse to? You don’t condone the music on the streets, yet you’re not out here competing to bring the heat, and you swear that what you spit it legit. Only in the church podna. I only hear cat’s bump your tracks for about 2 or 3 hours on a Sunday morning and after that time pass, they press eject then it’s back to the trash. You’re stuck in the comforts of church environment where all you know is encouragement every time you spit a verse to glorify Jesus. And He may very well enjoy the music that was molded from your Spirit to channel through your body and flow from your holy lips, but guess what… I don’t. So don’t get mad when I don’t quench your thirst for attention. How can you call yourself a soldier if you’re scared to come out of the house to help? Sometimes I feel like I’m swingin’ on bout 4-5 spirits by myself. Get out of your comfort-zone and go stand on the corner to test your skills against those unfamiliar (No one on the corner have swagger like us: (rap) “Spit a few bars & see what’s the big fuss, if your flow tight enough they’ll be humble & seek Je-sus. In the church you a star, on the street you aint much, step your game up or keep your mouth shut. I’m a man of God, but Still down to earth, so when I’m not in church, you know I Still got worth. You wanna graduate without passing the test, tryna be a part of my class & haven’t met the pre-requisites.”) All I’m saying is, create something better if that’s what you want me to listen to, cause every time you shout JESUS in yo rhyme I’m not shouting HALLELUUUUJAH with you, but what I Will do, is shout, “BOOOOO”… Cause I’m not having that, I’m not about to pat you on the back just for making a positive track. If you call yourself an artist then entertain me, if not, I’ll fold my money put it right back in my pocket and pay somebody else to do it. Cause Salvation, is free. So I don’t have to buy your music and I’m thinking about going to church late just so I don’t have to hear it. Imagine if you didn’t like country music, and that’s all they played at Christian events; Then that’s exactly how I feel when I hear the music you present. If you really want to know where you are, then don’t do things like separating Sunday’s best from American Idol, because you need somebody like Simon who’s gonna give you his honest opinion. “Ummm yeah, sounds like you caught something, but I don’t think it’s the Holy Ghost.” Now… I’m not saying this to crush your hopes, I’m just saying you could do a lot better… so before you get your panties in a bunch, what may be the best thing for you to do, is just keep your trap shut and pray for me. Because the WORST thing you could do right now… is upset, a true, artist. For Real. 29

Equipped To Lead The question is NOT, Can a man lead?... But rather… Is he equipped in the Word of God to lead?... You see… Even without a malevolent inclination, misguided information sends shockwaves that saturate the mind with deceit.. causing the Spirit to become weak.. So be mindful of leaders of broken philosophy; from atheist to church’s of scientology, and even so-called christians with selfish ambitionnn.. These men are like the Blind leading the Blind. Don’t allow them to pull the Wool over your Eyes, because behind their perfume is the stench of death. No Heart Beats Beneath their Chest. Each breath speaks destruction in Doses, and when wolves become Ferocious.. Their flock of one split like Mitosis; like magicians shouting “Hocus Pocus, Tontus Talontus, Vade Celeriter Jubeoooooo….” They VANISHHH… The lost remain confused, and are too late to escape the Jaws of Death. That is why God came in the flesh. To demonstrate that Jesus is the Bridge between Heaven… and Earth… The Good Sheppard… And the good Sheppard doesn’t turn his Back on you. That’s why he leads from Behind a flock of one, so that your Eyes are set to see Beyond the horizon while your hearts beat in rhythm to the Drum of SALVATION. The QUESTION, is NOT… Can a man lead?... But rather, is he equipped in the Word of God to lead?... Is he a Christian? Certified by the Blood of Jesus? Because with that comes the responsibility to immerse himself in the Word of God and stand Strong on the Battlefield to lead souls to Christ. Because Jesus said “I am the Way AND the Truth AND the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me” (John 14:6). Not through a lost souls psychological theory, or physiological history, which exhibits his lack of Faith and Clouds the Mind with Mystery… But God’s Word is as clear as Crystal, and as long as there is breath in my Body I’ll be on the Battlefield spittin’ Missiles; Until the Clock Stops. Until the Sun Rises with Healing in its Wings (reference to Malachi 4:2) and I can no longer hear my Forefathers sing (sing) “I Said it’s been a Lonnnng, Tiiimmme, cominnnn’… But I knowwww, said I knowwww.. Change gon’ commme”. Because the Lamb will have returned to gather his sheep. So know that Salvation, is Free. He Sacrificed his Life for your Liberty. Paying the Price for the righteous and Unrighteous because the value of your soul……. Priceless… Be attentive to WhomEver is leading the flock. Because the Question IS NOT… Can a man lead?.. But rather.. Is He Equipped In The Word of GOD… to lead???

Within The Walls Of Reality A pillar of light hit the page and I waited patiently… Ears attentive… My body conformed while my eyes probed into emptiness. My soul consumed liquid time as I submerged deep beneath the mist of silence. Echo’s of the walls of Jericho crumbling in the distant could be heard as I emersed onto the battlefield. Shielded in salvation; finding no solace in mediocrity’s womb which gives birth to death, I paused to take one deep breath (inhale) before proceeding across the bridge of pestilence. Traveling far from the realm of life; pocketing hidden secrets from Orion’s belt, the doors of deception closed, honesty’s gates opened, and a path, was then, revealed… Walking along a tight-rope of thin air I managed to balance time and space, gravitating towards the center of the sun in a race to keep pace with the speed of dark, but even using quantum electrodynamics I couldn’t have measured the force that surrounded me. Engulfed in darkness I took more blows than Job, but embraced with the strength of Samson & the heart of a champion I could hold the weight of the world on my shoulders. Withstanding the swift hand of defeat I came face to face with death. Planets collided; our eyes filled with animosity as I recalled our first encounter when I was just an adolescent unaware of the dangers that awaited me. I vowed to be back, and finally there I was in the midst of battle; swinging the glorious sword of the Spirit while simultaneously screaming “I’m a soldier for Jesus”. And with each swing of brilliance the stars danced synchronously as God opened up the heavens and made it rain miracles. Angels could be seen riding the backs of comets smashing into the demonic forces attempting to gain entry into the realm of time. My cloak now soaked with the blood of Jesus as I pierced the enemy’s defense; separating darkness from light. I was destined for this fight. Infused with the mana that flows through the veins of Saints I painted holiness on the face of iniquity with the color of love; Increased perception; spiritually strictly business; Took off the gloves of forgiveness & straight boxed satan. Throwing haymakers that caused explosions like bombs over Baghdad; Sending subliminal messages that evoked the wrath of God and inflicted fear into my opponent; no mercy for the weak, no glory for the fallen; wings protruded from my back as I began roaring like a lion attacking my adversary with ferocity. Trumpets sounded off in unison singing a melody of victory as I raised my hands and lowered my knees to thank Jesus. Immediately my spirit illuminated and was returned to my body; still writing about the events that just occurred; hoping to share with those who love me a glimpse of my journey to salvation and the battle that took place, within the walls, of reality.

Oh My God (Working Title) First Verse: How can this be? You have mercy on me; Sacrificing for me; Bring me down on my knees; Oh Lord you're caring for me; All the gifts that you bring; You're delivering me; Now my life is complete; You keep on strengthening me; Stay persistent in me; You're the ultimate king; Lord you're all that I need; Constantly washing me clean; So forgiving to me; And you'll always love me; Unconditionally -----------------------------(Hook 1st person/2nd Person @ same time) [Hook 1st person: Lord, you, are, my, foun-tain, I thirst for, your Word Hook 2nd person: Oh Lord you're pAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly. -------Hook 1st person: Lord, you, are, my, for-tress, my heart is, all yours Hook 2nd person: Oh Lord you're pAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly.] -------------------------------Second Verse: Hail to the king; You breathe life into me; Sow your love in your seed; You keep believing in me; Always be here with me; And inevitably; Your light will shine through me; You keep inspiring me; Lighting fires in me; Now I'm spreading my wings; Lord I'm undeserving; Although I've sinned you save me; And you'll never leave me; And you'll always love me; Unconditionally ------------------------------>>>>>> 32

(Hook 1st person/2nd Person @ same time) [Hook 1st person: Lord, you, are, my, foun-tain, I thirst for, your Word Hook 2nd person: Oh Lord you're pAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly. -------Hook 1st person: Lord, you, are, my, for-tress, my heart is, all yours Hook 2nd person: Oh Lord you're pAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly.] ------------------------------3rd verse: (Speaking to God from the heart. Acknowledging sins. Giving thanks for salvation) -----------------------------(Hook 1st person/2nd Person @ same time) [Hook 1st person: Lord, you, are, my, foun-tain, I thirst for, your Word Hook 2nd person: PAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly. -------Hook 1st person: Lord, you, are, my, for-tress, my heart is, all yours ------------------------------>>>>>> 33

Hook 2nd person: Oh Lord you're pAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly.] --------(Hook 1st person/2nd Person @ same time) [Hook 1st person: Lord, you, are, my, foun-tain, I thirst for, your Word Hook 2nd person: Oh Lord you're pAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly. -------Hook 1st person: Lord, you, are, my, for-tress, my heart is, all yours Hook 2nd person: Oh Lord you're pAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly.] ------------------------------(Hook 2nd person only) Hook 2nd person: [Oh Lord you're pAtient with me. You're prOVIding for me. Lord you're HUMbl-ing me. And you'll love endlessly.] ------------------------------For the author’s contact information, send an e-mail to writersanonmag@gmail.com with “Anonymous Six” in the subject line.

Anonymous Seven

Real Talk It's real, when you can do whatever you want to when u wanna do it; ain't to many living like that...that's why the rest of y'all ain't never going through it; how many people pen how many in the cemetery don't know why? How many stripes y'all need? how many innocent children in the ghetto gotta lose their lives?! Why, why you wanna make your mama cry? ha, she said stay out the streets cause that's where you gonna die; but you don't listen cause your mind is wondering and your head is hard and you get too flip talking back showin your ass actin straight up off the wall; let me talk to y'all don't think you're too hard fall, I saw it all in the school game saw it all now people ducking bullets like dodge ball; people got me scared To plant my seed, afraid of how it's gonna grow, we living in a messed up world a messed up time I'm telling you can't do shit no more; it's bigger than us outta our hands thatâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s why I'm praying GOD, oh Heavenly Father won't you keep my head above water; it's your world and we your children, your sons and your daughters, we struggling trying to get out the ghetto they constantly trying to make it to Mars...

Untitled He's got this hypnotizing smile that makes me stop and realize he's good looking. But that is not what attracted me, attached me So fabulously Matched me to him. It was his style and persona; How he does what he does His whole walk How he talks is true... So maybe we should And we could Put all things aside Spend some time 'Cause I'm feeling you

(Sigh) In a Dilemma

Don't you just love dilemmas?

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Untitled My yoke is disconnected Your reins are unequal One side longer than the other And you are going in circles Seeing the same scenery over and over Again Because you're afraid to close your eyes

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