Spoken Soul

By Angela Wilson

The book Spoke Soul Speak personally on life itself. Spoke soul is the best yet. It speaks on political aspects of as well as spiritual. It talks about everyday happenings. Spoken Souls speaks directly to ones heart and make you think. Its a book you and your family will Enjoy through out the years to come andit will fill your heart with joy, Make you cry and makeyou laugh. Spoken soul is a book of poetry that Will inspire you in every aspect in life whether youre going through rough Times or even if times are good spoken soul will make you feel good and will Touch your soul, thats why its called spoken soul because it speaks to ones Soul and bring out the best in ones heart and mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 20, 2008
• ISBN: 9781469102696

Angela Wilson

Angela Wilson is a Designated Accountant, as well as an author, speaker, coach, and mentor for women. She is the Founder and Chief Unlimited Officer of Angela Unlimited. She created Angela Unlimited to assist women to transform mindsets that are limiting them from living the life they deserve but are not yet living. The passion to help women comes from Angela's own experience, starting out as a child with unlimited possibilities in life, to having limits put on her. After going through dark times where she questioned who she really was, and asking, "Isn't there more to life than this?" After deciding that she would no longer live life small, and quiet, she decided it was time to go out and grab the life she was here to live - a life of unlimited possibilities.Her journey took courage and strength, and she knows other women have it in them to do the same thing, they just need someone to show them they are not alone, and that there is a life of Unlimited Possibilities ahead of them. Angela is here to do just that with her book, Living Out Loud - Design Your Life of Unlimited Possibilities.

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Contents

A Backwards System

A Backwards World

A City Of Broken Dreams

A Cry For Peace

A Dog Named Sparky

A Story To Tell

A Way To A Child’s Heart

American Eyes

Bob

Can I Have My Apartment Back

Chastity

Cigarettes And Coffee

Dear Barbara

Destiny

Dorothy’s Song

God Is Watching You

God’s House

How Can People

I’m A Poet

I am Multicolored

I Love That Ice Cream

I Never Get No Mail

Life in Prison

Lisa

Living on Borrowed Time

Love Amour

Marcella

Mary’s In The Kitchen

Men Do Cry

My Dad

My Ole Brown Shoes

Oh Solomon

Ollie Is Her Name

Oprah, You Make God Smile

Prayer Is the Answer

Queen of Clay

Sharon L.C . . . My Ray Of Sunshine

Spiritual Pimps

Stairs

Stand Tall Stand, Stand Your Ground

Teach The Children

The Confusion Of Life

The Cycle of the System

The Laws Are Unjust For The Mentally Ill

The Memory of Delrea

The Mind Of A Schizophrenic

The Mystery Of Beauty

The San Francisco Bay

The Scent Of Orange

The Souls Of The Black Slaves

The Stone

The Traveling Scene

The Visit

They’re All The Same

Think Twice . . . Do You Know Really Rules The World?

Watch Over Me

Water Under the Bridge

What A Waste . . . Is this A joke?

What Has This World Come To

When Eagles Cry

When My Burden’s Too Hard To Bare

Whisper In The Dark

Why Did You Do it?

You Can’t Cook

You’re My Counselor Man

A Dairy Of A Man and His Madness

Escaping the Noise

Hard of Hearing

Home

Hustling Dude

IN One Accord

Last Night I Had A Dream

Late, Late, Late

My Housing Ain’t No Grocery Store

My Name Is Van-gogh

Preparing For Home

Queen of Clay

Rose Bud

Silence

Silhouette

STOP

Tattered and torn at Age Eleven

The Black Angel

The Replica Of Life

The Tender Love Of A Mother’s Hands

The Weatherman Within Me

They Did Not Come

They Say Children

This is A Recipe Of A Loving Caring Mother

Too Many

Unpaid Hoes

Visually Impaired

When I’m Gone (Don’t Give Me Flowers)

Where’s My Real Mother

Whistling Wind

A Backwards System

Why do you honor drug dealers

And dishonor decent citizens?

Why do you punish the innocent

And protect the guilty?

You praise murderers

And curse the meek

The strong trample the weak

You honor the rapist

And badger the victim

And why do you protect the child molester

And punish the child?

This is an ass backwards system

Crooked and corrupted

Wickedness in high places

You feed the rich

And starve the poor

You shun and mock the homeless

And the politicians get fat

Unemployment is rising

People are working and getting no pay

The disabled and the mentally ill are being swept under the carpet

To be forgotten, institutionalized, stuck in a rut on a fixed income

Poverty, welfare reform barely making ends meet

While the republicans sit on their fat ass and eat steak and meat

Where’s the money going?

Whose pockets are getting fat?

It’s sure not the minority

It’s the politicians and the fat man in the white house

It’s the greedy grubbing republicans

Yes America, what an ass backwards system you have

Before you think about helping other countries

Help the people in your own back yard

A Backwards World

Each Day I wake up with a confused mind

I don’t know whether it’s day or night

I can’t calculate the time

This world is backwards

They put the button on rewind

They say that evil is good and good is evil

They say that evening is morning

And morning is evening

They punish the righteous and bless the darkness

And curse the light

In this backward world

The straight way is the wrong way

And they crooked way is the right way

They love the night but they hate the day

Injustice is justice

And justice is injustice

What a backward world we live in

Selfishness is the fad and it’s sad

Because the spirit of giving is slowly dying

I can’t tell the difference between winter and spring

I don’t know whether the birds will sing

My mind’s over loaded with so much confusion

Like a computer, the circuit’s about to break

It’s only so much of this mess I can take

Love and kindness is fading away

The heart of many have waxed cold

Somebody please put the button on fast forward

Make the crooked straight

Bring forth love and end the hate

End the injustice and bring forth justice

And put an end to this backward world

A City Of Broken Dreams

A city of failure

A city of broken dreams

Full of negativity

No hope just nothingness

A place filled with homelessness

It seems that everybody’s spaced out on drugs

Everybody’s smoked out

No one wants positivity

They don’t want success

And they don’t want to see you succeed

A city full of unemployment

High cost of living

Everybody seem to be living government assistance

People have no lives here

They just exist

No one wants to work

And those that want to work can’t find work

Or they refuse to give them a job

Even if you go to college and graduate

You don’t get a career

Just heartache and tears

A city filled with losers

A city filled with darkness

There’s no light here

No opportunities

It has no cultural

And art isn’t appreciated

The transportation system stinks

And the transit buses suck

The whole system is set up for you to fail

Because this is the city of failure

The city of broken dreams

A Cry For Peace

Mass confusion, destruction everywhere

The dropping of bombs, explosions destroying everything

All that’s left is dilapidated buildings and people living in despair

Dictation, bruises men dying by the thousands

Lack of nutrition, starvation, and children crying

Footmen weakened by the stench are slowly dying

The flesh of bodies are slowly deteriorating

A whole nation wiped out, a lost generation

Bloodshed scattered everywhere

I can hear the cries of the people

I can hear the relatives of those weeping

The dictator sits back in his chair and eat his steak

He doesn’t feel any remorse or any regrets

Because his mind is evil and his heart is filled with hate

He doesn’t care for his people

He doesn’t care for the souls that died at his hands

Peace, peace, come to us

When will the bloodshed cease

Peace, peace, rescue us

From the angry hands of the dictator

Let us come together in unity

Let love shine and end the hate

Let freedom ring in liberty

Rid us of the dictator

Before the