Skip to main content

70's Soul - Al Green, Commodores, Smokey Robinson, Tower Of Power and more

Greetings Scholars!
Sending much Love and sincere salutations
To the true seekers of Rightousness
Men and Wo/Men still in the trenches
On the Battlefield fight for Justice
Justice for everyone
Not just US

May The GOD of tender mercies be with you for your Entire Long Life
May the GOD of Abraham always smile upon you

Because I made it OUT!
Just because I am rescued!
Delivered from a deep Dark Demon,  far too many were always too terrified to face
Here I am "Gwen, the family snitch"

No, I'm not really a  Snitch, never have been
What I am , is,  a Truth Teller

I know , clearly remember what that low slut for satan did to Me
For sixty-two years, a HAINT, Stalked, persued Me!
All the while screaming: "Don't nun of you black ass neggars eva tell on ME!'

Do not put on a robe , clerical gear,  to fool anybody
Do not preach; "GAWD , sits high and looks low" 
knowing full well you are E V I L !
Envious
Jealous
Just another Greedy imp, up to No Good

You lad the world as a champion for social justice
Knowing full well you were/are Unworthy
That you never had anything but hatred and degradation on your small mind

Well, if you had read that Book thoroughly, the way you should have
You would have Repented
Come clean 

Perhaps you couldn't
Just maybe, you were not chosen
Maybe you were sent here to do what you did
Just to set zillons of satan's captives Free!

No, you didn't want me
Never did
You openly declared Me TOO BLACK
for sixty two years

Declared yourself ;"Light bright and damn near white"
"I can't lose fo'duh the stuff I use
You can't win fo'duh you in!
(followed immidiately by a satanlaugh, a schrill laugh , the squeal of a pig, then the low 'hoe slut would clap her talons)

Sure, My skin is Black
Not My soul

No, you NEVER loved me
couldn't bear to see me, 
you hated being forced to tolerate Me

So!?
My GRANDDADDY
ROME WALTERS
Always Loved Me

I'm Cool with that!
I'm BEAMING IN THE BACKFIRE!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

THE RASCALS - GROOVIN ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON.wmv

AWESOME! AWESOME! AWESOME!  When I tell you, Dear Children; "GOD is Good all the time! All the time GOD is good!" That is real, that is Not just what I've been taught. I have lived it, my entire life.  I know it for myself! Please understand, that statement doesn't mean you shall not have struggle , your whole life. It merely means, no matter what,  old lying, envious, jealous evildoers,  throw at you, The HOLY SPIRIT  shall deliver you.  All you have to do is ask. No, you don't have to be a "good person" or a "Christian in good standing", in order to be delivered from the clutches of your many enemies, seen and unseen.  By "good person" I mean,  what this World means; you go way out of your way to prove to the preying eyes of the public, to the "wo/men" in charge,  how perfect you are.  You follow ALL of the rules. You shall never disappoint your oppressors by actually thinking for yourself. You love impressing your oppress...
Post a Comment
Read more

Can you BEAM, Pimp, Strut and REJOICE all at the same time?

Yes,  you can if you are me. Praise the LORD! Thank You for Your BACKFIRE! My mongrel, maggot, manipulative, demon possessed birther is yet rotting in a tiny scrap of earth , in Spring Lake, North Carolina.  Just as happy as a dead contented coon can be.  A nice plot in a “white cemetery “ , according to her ignorant, “Diamond and Silk” coon ass. My grandfather, Jerome Walters, the only one that truly deserves honor, is somewhere resting in a place evildoers , like his horrid daughter,  can’t touch. On the banks of the Cape Fear river away from this madness. No, his grave is unkempt, overgrown, unmarked. ( Just hold on a little while longer.) Miserable, jealous, envious, vacuous and corrupt, s/he threw him away, the same as s/he did us. If Martha Jane Walters could not use you for sexual gratification, sadistic supply , ridicule, or financial gain, you were going to be gone. No one prettier, smarter, or had fifty more dollars , was allowed around that malig...
Post a Comment
Read more

Gil Scott Heron- Angel Dust BEAMING!!!

THIS is the song that was "Bumping" , really blasting from my first floor apartment on Camp Creek Parkway, in College Park, Georgia around 1977. I was extremely puzzled, confused.  I was not in the habit of leaving my music on while I worked as a Middle School teacher in Sandy Springs. Yes, my commute was long, over thirty miles one way. Worse, no matter the time of day, 285 ; The Deathway Perimiter was going to be congested, bumper to bumper. So bored, so young, so carefree, I smoked a joint, laughed and flirted with the Long Distance truck drivers I jocked with for at least an hour and a half, each day, each way. Stop, go, puff puff! Was I happy? Hell YES! Did I (falsely) believe the perfume I splashed on my hands , and face concealed my little "practice"? Evidently I did, or I just didn't care.  Not only that, I carried a PISTOL! (I lived in the 'Hood, alone. "Carrying" was Common Sense! The fact I never committed one homicide , when , to this d...
Post a Comment
Read more