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AUTHORS SURVIVAL

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 20:24:56 -0500

Authors Survival To be an author of the present, and never speaking of the past, the mind cannot conceive the true meaning of historical aesthetics; the source of my instilment details, of the struggles just to stay alive, through indignation, betrayed into the dangerous character of an Author, I sought among the prosperity, to de program the destructions of a tube legations that toxins the mind, a free chose of birth, that constitute my liberty to speak, the army is not an army, when the warrior fights among each other, and the people suffer from the addictive addiction for power, what is revolution? When the windows are closed in, and there is no link, the miss conception of passage, Salvatore of righteousness; the loyalty died when the hero performed miracles. But yet I found the aesthetics; modern Philosophy participated of the refinement, inflicting pain of the dead shall not rise, only if the truth is not told, my pen speaks of the dignity beyond death, the hero's of inheritance shall not die, only if I choose to speak in darkness, without recovery of my dignity and those who walk with prophecies that was given by the Almighty God in heaven, but unto those who cultivate with their victorious arms of greed, I shall recite the constitution of justice, but unto my people who lived upon the abomination of man and earth which they defended with their blood; excluding the human God's who dictate the solitary of un spoken truth. Nevertheless the sensitivity of truth may contaminate the order that has been resolve to an un civilized institution of dead man bureaucracies, I have travel places where no man has gone, subsided by the human death chambers of mind, but yet I conceive my proclamation of educational success through the congestion that the roots shall rise below the porous of the dead roots. In this hierologic prescriptions of those who continue to archive the historical events, consistently to an assertion of the rights of man, and the rights of Nature and events, I give unto man the blue print of this divesting world, and man who close their eyes to the restitutions of change, yet on this first, and probably last occasion, in this resolution of aesthetics should I embark to see a cause like this rescued from the embroidery of my pen, if I exhort my reevaluations my pen shall become weak, in which I shall obtrude my Sentiments upon the world, I may be sensitize, if I inscribe a piece, whose only merit is the humanity and freedom of its historical lies, sentiments to darkness, shall only submerse the retro active completions of truth, I have principally on this journey under all odds of adjustment to derived them of biblical and historical facts. Beneath a milder sky let peace introduce the genius and arts and the libations of the ancestries, and the integrity without insuring their duration, to invoke passion and let philosophy and science glory in a race of illustrious disciples the prophets' seminary of spiritual grace. I'll hear the voices, the ancestors of yesterday, Virtue's legacy of tongues Shall sound against genocide of race, Unto I focus on humble, shall not my dignity be inherited as cowardly infirmity, I stand by the instructions of the Almighty God, and Jesus the son of the savior, I take my instructions, with great wisdom of the stroll, Let thy brother stand in accord, let not their supplier of death, shall the sons of Commerce, fear not the wrath, loyalty if not embraced, worse than the midnight Devil, Fear not the marksmen plan. Suffering through the darkness of UN Recovery, Libation I stand at attention, trying to understand, the darkness that lies upon the earth, Division stronger than the rivers that rise upon mans feet , The blood that runs from my veins, I shall take the lashing of the world, I shall not stand still, I shall run through the trill of fields, where my ancestors built the liberation, I shall run with the torch, sub servant to the lord, crying no victim song, no longer shall I stand still, summoned from the hill of justice the resurrection of change, until I spread the words of the Almighty God. my people to the mountain, when will we break the indoctrination of hatred disregarding all the laws of God, shall we get it right? I herd it on the mountain of recovery, one hand on the clock. The Universe slowly comes to and end. My native land that lives by the accordance of the devil, after the legacy of our ancestors, multi color rainbow, have we come to a calamity, where man no longer care? The treason that sits upon the doors of our ancestors; The doors slowly closing, silhouetted by Satan, The scars of my hand, whispering the history, thou wisdom, thou love, waves fair well. Thou slave of avarice, that can't stop the mind. The cancer of death, betrayal of a lost soul, trying to find self, The cage bird sings no victim song, He look upon the earth, He knows his space of sanctuary, And would not be captured by the beast, Dignity to man, if not kept safe, belligerency, shackles, deny my self of a mind, Ringing the chimes of inner death, Give me dignity are give me death, hatred of a memory, conformity, to another mans pledge. Hear the bellowing sounds rising up from the depths of humanity; Life is death, death is life, crying out to the soul of men words spoken, being placed in discord, words of peace. The soul of a poet, Life after death You shall embrace the words of ancient times, Through the universal space of mind .The peaceful place of integrity. Perhaps, you will hear the words, of calm, written from the poet within. The toxins of suffering, the sleeping darkness; the soul that rejects the formality of deterring ways. Love calms the inner peace; I shall live, as my words, spoken with love. Poet after death, my words continue to live on. Darkness has no power off my pen. I live within, the words of a poet, death shall not, stop the spoken words, Life is death, Death is life, Poet the prophet of spoken words. Spirits of thoughts, the birth of wisdom, Spirituality, understandings, Creations, life, death, love, cries of the earth, God that lives among, us all, the evolution of men, the man, the great tool of civilization, which he stands.

The Rebirth Of Lady Blues, International Blues Singer Jacqueline Amos

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 22:14:58 -0500

When I think about the Blues Singer Jacqueline Amos, I often reflect on the times of Cotton Club Comes To Harlem with Lady Blues, Billy Holiday, the reflection sends a light of the times of the 1940's, the horns that plays from the direct spirit of Blues, and the sounds of the pass, which reverts through the mike of Lady Blues Jackie, this vibrant cry, take me to the cotton club brings the applauds from the audience, Jacqueline not only a literarily writer but a composer who gets down and dirty at times, singing the flows of which she refer to her ancestors, the cries from the mike, my mama done told me, I was a country girl, but I took a chance on the silver meter to release my pain, through this heroic symposium, of blues and poetic compositions she let the world feel the revolution of composition. I'se Country Girl deep from the south pick plenty of cotton and milked many cows, she goes into a trans as she sings, release my spirit look out; here comes the spirit that lives within, Billy holiday presents, she sings as the sweat surrounds the implementation of her brow, play those down home blues she cries at the keyboard, let me step out my form, and take on the presence of the ancestors who brought me to a new form of blues. The southern blues is the style of lady blues; her dynamic style portrays Billy Holliday, Bessie Smith, Etta James, Earthier Kit," My man Doesn't Love Me" Billy Holiday, and many exceptional lady blues singers, her high light is differently original, with that misty forte of blues aesthetics " Many say she is the resurrection of the past. Lady blues Jackie compose on the rhythm of the bars of notes; the melody instantly forms a historic symphony of blues. Lady Blues portray the 40's in her conservatory of originals, feeling the soul that lives within her, her vocal style at times resemble Bessie Smith, and many masters of the blues. Lady Blues also creates a forum the back door blues. Jacqueline inspirations were Billy Holiday, Bessie Smith, Lenis Guess, B.B King, many celebrities of blues, Jacqueline states I lived around the components of blues, simplified through the history of my family genes, I take on a new preservation of modern blues and jazz, with a touch of honey that sticks to my ribs, the legends that lives through me, The symposium preceded a performance of blues related to the compositions of her poetry, the pain of pleasure one might say sadistic in the format of relevance, the association of pain and pleasure, Lady Blues Jackie have been performing since the age of 19 relating to the stories of her family tree; I think she is genuinely please to release the sounds that are instill through birth, Jacqueline speaks of her auntie Louise Corley, she perform in the clubs of Harlem, which she has now passed on, she speaks of the time when she watched her auntie perform for her family, hoping that one day she could do the same, her father a southern a lover of music as well as her mother, it runs through the genes, as well as her sister, but the voices of originality presents the blues as she was back in the 1940's as well as her poetic compositions. Mama Sings the Blues A Night in Harlem Black gals with the greasy curl; High top shoes, black man, with The platted suits, gold cuffs With shinning puffs, Black gal's With Flower in the hair, Black man, culture vise; Black power pride, sweet Black jazz, with the taste Of Louie Armstrong; Black man with the swinging Watch, laid out With the conquer lean hair; Flashing lights, cigarettes that Linger in the air, Playing that black jazz Feathers in the derby hats; Cotton club comes to Harlem; Play that black jazz Billie holiday sings My man don't love me Any more, as the horns Play, singing mama he Don't feel my pain. Bill Robinson smiling, Blues dancing, Josephine, royal, Black girl flowing with her dance, Big bosom black gal, as she sings the down home blues. Black gals dancing The camels walk with fingers pointing in the air; Charleston let mama sing; The black girls throw their legs In the air, playing that blues Come on down with the Mix, mama done song that Black jazz, sweet incenses; lets Get it own down here. Sweet smells of Harlem Through The Back Door Aren't al dat, boys on the band stand; boy play that horn, waiting for de'nit to come, down with black boy blues, playing for the white folks, back door to the stage front, jazz my mind as I take a blow, white powder enhance my flow,, high top pants, striped jacket, collar turned up so, greasy hair, conquer lean, white folks , white table cloths, playing in the house, where the white folks go. Play that jazz, play that jazz, play the blues, on de' keyboard.

Artist Jacqueline Amos

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 22:13:30 -0500

Artist - General Elements : Name : Noumi Collections Nationality : United States Artistic Activity : Professional - Recognition Level : Well known Masters Artworks displayed : 83 Artworks () Type of works : - Design - Mixed Media - Painting

PRESS RELEASE

Sun, 13 May 2007 19:55:31 -0500

For Immediate Release A Poignant and Powerful Book, The Black Mans Diary, That helps man understand the missions of survival, leadership, self esteem, brotherhood, and releasing the hidden pains, that lives within the mind, understanding the history of black men, and the achievements that goes hand in hand, looking into the telescopic windows, revealing the true and historical growth of who and what the black men is, and the achievements that he have accomplished, the good and the bad, but recognizing the man as an individual, and not stereotyping all for one, this book gives historical synopsis of the power of progressions, and the greatness that lives within, In this new Millennium the resurrection of spirit, shall rise to a New Millennium the new black man. Brooklyn, NY -- March 5, 2007. When the millennium has surface the light, man will recognized the true missions of its cause, Unity and forgiveness of self, they will be know more darkness, he will reclaim his natural place of hierologist as well as leadership, he then shall return to his natural habituate, there will no longer be imprisons of captivity, man will reclaim his rightful place, de programming the toxins; that separates the King from the Queen, they will understand the suffering of the cross, they will recognize the nations of there seeds and come full closures of the pain, nations upon nations shall join, and the revival of its mission shall not be disrupted he will be able to see from the beginning and end this obtruded call earth, from the whip to the burning bullet that names him, in his millennium of black man. Brothers will then sit at the table, Brothers of nations, and then the blue print shall be discovered, and after the light shines upon the east, of reticence and avarice shall rise, the spirit of righteousness shall balance with the soul,

Black Mans Diary, (Author Jacqueline Amos) This book seeks not only to help you understand men; Through the ultimate achievements of man documented in the blue print of survival, but also to understand the diversity of human associations, nevertheless it has been limited to self, the knowledge to know, but never the wisdom to apply. Ego's of empowerment. A central theme of the book includes strategies in how and what man feels, that has been a calamity and the misconceptions in how men think, the oppressor of self esteem, but what society wants you to believe that man has know control over his perceptions of what it takes to be a man.

Jacqueline is a graduate of Medgar Evers College, Degree in Education, and minored in Arts Education Jacqueline Amos a publish Author, documented with the Museum of Modern Art, Brooklyn Museum, Shum berg Library Of Black Studies, Ethiopic Coptic Church Museum, American Artist Association, International Word Wide Registry, Harlem Gallery, Harlem State Culture Building, John F. Kennedy Performing Arts, Medgar Evers College Historical Art Archives, Brooklyn Counsel Of The Arts, Emerald Who's Who's Executives and Professionals, World Wide Artist, Humanitarian Award, Philippians and American People,

Proclamation Noumi Arts (Borough President, Howard Golden Proclamation from, (David A. Patterson, New York State Senate, 29th District, Bedford Styvesant Art and Culture, Black Hero's, Medgar Evers College Alumni Jacqueline has been feature on many live broadcast, the biography of Jacqueline Amos, City College Round Table Radio, Bcap, The Biography Of Lady Blues, Spiritual Train, T.V. The Biography Of Jacqueline Amos Author, Medgar Evers College Radio Part 1, Part 2, Black Women Artist, Mary Umolou, Jacqueline Also completed Sound Track with James Gasken, (Brooklyn Black Film Festival) Preacher in the Movie Goodnite Mr. Charlie, 18 one women shows in Art, as well as poetry.

To order your copy of, the Diary of a Blackman Let A Black Woman Speak http://www.lulu.com/noumi

For additional information, Contact Author Jacqueline Amos Phone: 718- 455-0289 Email: jackieamos2@netzero.com

THE LAWS OF CREATIONS

Sun, 13 May 2007 19:35:25 -0500

The blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, Sanctuary Of creations, brothers and sisters, ordained by the creat Loyal to the cross, fears of know indoctrination, the warriors that stand behind the blue print of life justice cause, the followers of Allah, God warriors of life, documents of creation, death to life, under the proclamation creation of All mighty God creator, images that comes through the light, shall stand a justice cause, in this ultimate of treason, shall man feel the rapture of its intrusions, prepare for the new ciphers melon of ebony attributions Words of Psalms.
Books of darkness shall appear in the light of conscious; the master of the Universe shall return. Suppressed words are the source of confusion; Censorship shall not be voided, When the laws come from God. Violations of Dignity shall not be erasing;
Dignity came in form of a man, and sealed with salvation the creator grace and love. Quarrelsome of forbidden fruits, the warriors of faith, the parasites poisons shall not dictate life in exchange my fate. I may fall, but dignity shall be my balance I shall display. Qualities of courage shall subside. Self determination shall stand, self reliance the obligation; dignity shall stand strong, laws Creations have no back doors.
All must have reference to the blue print ensemble of the world, and the compact truth of the world, creations shall take a stand, in this hurl Uris event, who have committed treason to the cause Life after death, the protocol call, prophets of the proclamation of life; There shall be no subject too pronounced genocide knocks at the door, All works shall illustrate the divine law of creation. For noble tribes of nations, and coming creations, breaking the seal Of Satan protocols, for who so in milieus cause, defend the un just to the protocols of life, the books of creation, on noble servant of life, summons by the spirit to break the chains of darkness; the darkness rises above the sunlight;
The cold waters above my feet; The battles that willbring me closure; The songs of my ancestors; The dark gets darker, The soldiers walk upon the night the chains of thought shall be broken. Rise upon the strife, tribes that comes, must Be nurtured upon this life, a toxin that flows Through the vein shall be decoded before entering The subdue of wombs, prophets that come, shall Not feel the darkness of earthly wounds, abomination Shall not over though the laws of life summon by the almighty creator Allah our God one, forsaken the earthly.
Destructions shall fall upon the laws of reproduction, All must have references to change the bionic Plague those toxins through the womb. The carcass that clones the soul, the spirit That cries to be release, and the seed that Enters the womb, beware, the womb is the sacred House of creation, Niles of the black tribe, Poisons shall be terminated upon the seed That breeds nations of un just tribes, The seed shall follow the darken tribe If the soul is not of God, and the poisons that Breeds dark, shall be the pain of the holders Who created the defected abdominal womb?
Creations is a blessing from God, every seed has Its mission, to befoul the womb is to befoul God Let your cause speak for your reform, the laws of creations the laws of life, is sealed when God whispered in your ear, I have given my only begotten son, warrior savior of life. What do you suppose will satisfy the Soul justice law, the soul cannot live in the carcass of its frame,
it shall self destruct in the name of creation, it shall not hold, The soul if it is toxin, an the mind slowly eats away, And the darkness covers the heart, and the wickless of the Demons that surface the heart, as the maggots eat, The flesh after death, an the pain of one self, without sleepless cause, watch the image of self, slowly die And the warriors that have lived upon the blood line for 400 years, and sacrifice there seed, the lamb of the limb, Oh selfish soul of the dark, life that lives within man, the creations of his heart, given by the grace of the almighty God. The seed of nations and tribes, the womb the creation of life, as man defile its cause, killing the DNA of warriors Who return under the proclamation of creation law.

The Sanctuary Of Marriage

Sun, 13 May 2007 19:31:28 -0500

I give to you my mind and soul, I give to you nations of my tribes, in life there is temptation, but the love for you, I shall give honor through all the tribulations of life, you will be my Queen and I shall protect the house that we have ordain, nevertheless the journey that seeks before our door, I shall be the warrior where know man shall divide, the sanctuary of our love, there shall be no secrets that I hide, we are one, and as long so, I will be your ebony love, there shall be know division in our house, I shall be the warrior and you shall be the over severer of my house, there shall be know venture upon this door, all I need lives right here, the temple of my warmth and joy, but we must remember that temptation lingers, remember know one can break the sanctuary of our house only if you give it away, faith my wife, I may not have a million dollars, and live upon a golden tower, but I have something strong than the ivory tower, love and honor my Queen we are one. the respect and love I share for you my wife, is gold that is wrapped upon this body, from head to toe, a bounty that is written in Gold, I shall love and protect you, you are my soul.
We must separate from the earthly things, I am your friend, husband, lover, king, and I shall hide know pride, we are one you the moon I am the sun, the planets that circle around our love, we shall build in our sacred place of love, there shall be know temptation that enters our house, I shall give you your flowers as long as your soul lives within your house. The blessings from God man and women, the ordination came when I said I do, I take this oath with commitment and honor, what God has ordained no man shall erase, in times there are good and times there or bad, but all in one, love has been ordain, the power of love, the village of creations, the foundation of stable, and the holy matrimony that God has given in heaven, but oh this ruthless world, that many stray, commitment of one is a carious word of faith.
My Wife Nubian Queen, there will be others to stray me from my house, but trust builds a just that know man shall cross, I give all to thee, I shall surround you with all your dreams, remembering that all we trust is one, building upon this vindictive world, hold on my Nubian Queen, trust and motivate, our souls as one shall conquer all of our dreams, I am the warrior of my house, and you are the warrior of my soul, that we shall walk the red carpet as one, I shall be the balance of our house, faith my queen shall build mansions, upon our frame, rise me to the level of your king, many times I shall not prevail in the time of your wants, but if you believe in me, it shall be done.

Sleeping With The Enemy

Sun, 13 May 2007 18:59:52 -0500
Sleeping With the Enemy In Your House

Have you ever thought about living with a spouse or companion who lives in your house, sometimes you find excuse just to get out, and you sit back and ask your self, why can't I let go, and every day you are in tears, and everything you do is not right, he be Little's you, and you think it is all your fault, nevertheless you have become adapted to the abuse, and you live in captivity because you feel you can't make it on your own, the worse abuse is mental abuse, trying to hold on too pain, without thinking about your self, hoping that the next day will be better, and they will change, the dna lives within us, we continue to carry the trail of slavery, reluctant to pain, and many of us continue to replay the movie in our souls,
You cannot change a persons behavior, you will be taking down, every time, trying to play the savior, and many times you become so drain, that you just give up, and then the abuse continues, sometimes you want to hurt self, before you hurt the one who is hurting you, this has become one of our biggest problems as black people letting go, have you really sat back and ask your self, why is this painful, if you find your self in a situation like this the only remedy is to let go, when we hold on, and not let go, we loose out on many blessings, trying to conquer the devil who lives in our house.
I find that sisters who get in relationships hoping that marriage will come, my sisters really don't have a clue to this madness, God gives us signs, but what we do, we look over it, hoping that it would go away, but sorry my sisters it will never change, you cannot change anyone, money can't buy love, and sex can't buy respect. You will become the whore of your house, and some other women will become the queen of his, dealing with reality is sometimes hard, many times we set our selves up for disaster, when a man or woman become abusive it is time to let go, when he curses at you, break up things in your home, stoke you, this is the first sign of disaster, the next time you will be sleeping in a card board box, you cannot change the course of life, don't feel that having a baby by man will conquer his love, it will always chase him away. If he is not responsible for self, how can he be responsible for family, you will be the whore and out of control, see I found man has a lot of wisdom, they test women, and what they seclude to is what you will be..
See when God wrote the blue print it was not just words, if you don't give up the cookies, the brother will continue to try, he will gift you, wind you, dine you, tell you what you want to here, and soon as he get your confidence, see by this time he will have your heart, never give all, be able to pull back. When a women have sex with a man every night, guess what sisters he is tired, don't get into, oh I know mine is better that hers, because it is all shaped the same, some big, some small, and some just, well I will just keep moving on.
Cheaters well sister, don't play the crying game, because it gets worse, you become weak, and his ego gets greater, now my sisters don't get me wrong, this is for the boys when they feel they have gathered another notches in there belt, sisters "please" when a man cheats on you, it won't get any better only if he is a man and married wanting to save his investments, I say don't look for nothing, if you don't want truth reveal, but when it is in your face, that is something you have to deal with, many times the women gets mad at the other woman, again you have boost his ego, to cheat on you again, what you see, is what you get, don't fall in love with the appearance of the person, but the heart he pursues, what you start off with is what you will get. Know your perdition in your mans life, it is not hard, it is how he treat you, if he's know good, then accept it, please sisters don't go crying to your friends wanting them to save your relationship because it will only make you look like a fool, let go and move on, beware of the brother who don't have a home, I must say many give great performance until they get in, they already have a plan, you will become the mother, after he breaks you down, you will become his personnel bank as well as maid. See many of us hide behind close doors and say I will never do that, but in reality desperate women, do desperate things, learn how to find your self and be content, sometimes you have to find a space, where you can get into your creative space, once that is accomplish, you become selective, and then you can make good decisions, don't let lonely take over your judgement

New Book Release Author Jacqueline Amos

Sat, 25 Sep 2004 22:58:57 -0500
Jacqueline Amos International Artist, Author, have released her new books. These books can be found at http://www.lulu.com/noumi

Biography Of Artist Jacqueline Amos

Thu, 22 Apr 2004 19:53:53 -0500

Jacqueline Amos has taught for 25 years. Jacqueline is Chairperson of the Noumi Arts Black Collections, International World Wide Director of Missions. International Faith of Restoration; she has lectured at Medgar Evers College, Public Schools, and Universities. Jacqueline Amos has spent her life giving. Whether it is her services to programs for children, or donating her Art to the children of the Village of the Assin Kruwa Ghana to be auctioned for schoolhouse with the proceeds to be given to the village children. She has always contributed her life to the good will of human life. Jacqueline's states: Let the windows open and the love will be shouted, from the rooftop, where men and women reside. In the name of God feel the spirits as the blessings of the highest gives me a message to deliver.
Let unity be the key to the mouths of all men. I am the tool and take no glory in what ever I do. The blessings that touch my hands come through the highest king. Let the spirit feel your heart. I write the words of wisdom and love. The words of the prophets, I hope they will touch your heart. I hope the contents of my words open the doors. Man is nothing without God. I hope to bring beauty and truth. Every spoken word the truth that will open the doors to wisdom, knowledge and understanding. Jacqueline honored Queen Mother Moore who walked among many as Marcus Garvey, Martin Luther King, and many other civil rights leaders for justice. Jacqueline awarded her with a painting on her 97th birthday. "In My Mothers House".
Jacqueline Amos honored Queen Winnie Mandela with a gift from the Artist of the United States, one of her own paintings "In my Fathers House". Victoria Theater of Harlem. Historical Archive. Many Collectors holds Jacqueline Amos paintings, and works of poetry, doctors, lawyers, judges, banks, churches, hospitals, actors, and historical archives. Jacqueline has completed her first book, through Publish America, "In My Fathers House" Jacqueline is also a Rhythm and Blues Singer.
Accomplishments Alumni Association, Humanitarian Services Award/Recognition Filipino and American People, Museum of Modern Art Brooklyn Museum, John F. Kennedy Performing Art /International World Wide Artist, Bedford Styvesant Restoration Arts and Culture Harlem State Building Arts and Culture, Brooklyn Council for the Arts, American Arts for famous Artist, International World Wide Directory of Artist, Schaumburg Library of Black Studies, Proclamation Borough. President, Olympic Visions of Harlem, Medgar Evers College Archive Collections, Plaque Rythem and Blues Singer, Syvestri World Wide Registry, International Library of Poetry, Black Poets Society, Black Writers Organization, One million Women's Movement, Independent Living Gallery, 18 one- woman shows, Outstanding Award in Teaching /Medgar Evers College, Black Enterprise, Press, Journals, Media, Books, International Merit Award Poetry.Com Advocate for people who are disable. AmericanArts World Wide International World Wide Rigistry For Artist Executive Committee nomination Jacqueline Amos 2002 Poet of the year. Selected Poem The One Who Lives Within (Famous Poets) Trophy Of excellence. International Library Of Poetry, Award Medallion
In My Fathers House Author Jacqueline Amos New Book