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Reid,
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Can you hear me now!!! Here comes One OOWEE Under GOD, with personal and dramatic POETRY (A LIFE IN NO SPECIFIC ORDER & A LIFE GETTING IN SPECIFIC ORDER), gripping and venting SHORT STORIES (PEACE, BE STILL) and a blazing novel titled The Spices In Life; it's becoming soooooooooooo amazing.

January 2010 will sum up all my literary hardknocks up to this point. My creativeness touching on everything that I hope to become and, what has taken me so long in getting there (here). Had it not been for the Lord on my side, I don't know where I'd be, I can guess though; let's see, locked up or locked under.

Days don?t look as
glorious when
your heart?s
been shattered.
It seems
time takes,
as the itty
bitty ?peaces?
struggle to
get together
again.
I looked
out into
the sunshine
and saw
nothing;
but light.
The grass
seemed to
get greener
in an instant.
I thought
it was light
blue shaded
with whites
and grays
and birds;
the sky.
Kim Wilson
OOWEE

Take a tad of time and look a sista' up:-)
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Love YA!

FREEDOM
I wanted to be left feeling invisible because to remember would be unfeeling; compassionately socializing with the enemy shouldn't deliberately weigh on my feelings. Why would my sanity truly depend on your survival; that can't be. Why can't the feelings of being down have its window shut; spilling to the ground. The explanation of when I rage; has been shut up so long that I've forgotten the rules and pleasures to openness; if there's really still a place for me. The only thing that's changed is that the applause is only quieter. The bright lights of 'insane'; frightening nights is what my soul knows to be forgotten amongst the sane. I try not to weep or willow but out-casted is, as out-casted does. Don't cry for me because I hide part the way; let's get it straight. My forgetting my whole self because I have been born again and again and again and...; I ain't mad, I go on. How do you unscramble a rattled mind that's struggling to be born again with the hope I have left; I've lived in the flesh, now die in the Word. God has plans for me, as soon as I figure at what they are.
Kim Wilson
OOWEE

Still LOVE YA!