Haters

Did you know that its ok to hate people for a season?

What? Yes, it's ok to hate people for a season! Eccelesiastes 3:

8--A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

9--What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?

Final Thought: What does it profit a man to hate?

Answer: It keeps the enemies at bay!

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Beholden (A collection of Love poems)

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Beholden (A collection of Love poems)

Sometimes we have walked away from a relationship and the debt of Love has remained. What do you do when you are filled with a Love that you can't give to anyone else but the one you left? These poems are about those attempts and the redemption of truth in the most passionate and sometimes, hateful of circumstances.

This book will help you face truths, find humility and see Love for what it is. To move on into a healthy relationship, sometimes you need to go back and simply get closure!

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Poetry from Doug M. Brooks and Water Blakmon

Riptime Rhapsody

Lookin' at my notepad with that stare you down
Attitude about to tear you down
Been around the block and back spell bound
Hot day for vanilla ice cream...

Dreams in the day, through the lips
Drip down
Drip cream, to me the kiss be peach
Though the drip be brown

Once licked with butterscotch tarts
Sound sweet to hear around the way girls
Talkin about Boston baked beans
Now and Laters and Jolly Ranchers

Lookin at my notepad with that stare you down
Attitude about to tear you down
Been around the block and back spell bound
Hot day for vanilla ice cream...

Seen a sad girl with rage in her hips
Attitude kinda said I'm not sad I'm pissed
Wanted to unveil her beautiful arrayed bliss
Hand on her hips: I got kids papi Xmen tryna' stop me

Twice bitten and still shy...my my my
Like a strong sistah that other flavor
That sweet and that savoury
That good good stay good good, even with the salty

Lookin at my notepad with that stare you down
Attitude about to tear you down
Been around the block and back spell bound
Hot day for vanilla ice cream...

That night time photograph
Flash in time, she smiled
The stream of light brown eyes captured
Raptured into sound

Three times shining into a mood
She got that groove and follow through
More rhythm then double dutch looms
I wrote her... I read her... she might be a keeper?

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