Peeking into the Soul

By Marcus Kimbrough

"Peeking Into the Soul" by Marcus Kimbrough

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 31, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465340283

Marcus Kimbrough

Since a kid, Marcus Kimbrough, has been blessed with the ability to express himself with words. Afraid to take a chance on what God had already preordained him to be. In 2011, God awaken something in him to take that chance. He released his poetry book, PEEKING INTO THE SOUL. Although the reviews were good, he only did local marketing and it didn't get the attention that it was due. Fast forward to now and he decides to go all out; betting on himself. With this book, DERANGED, the Kosciusko, MS native goes all in with this thriller where he shows both his range and creativity. For supportive comments or questions, you can reach Marcus at [e-mail]

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Copyright © 2011 by Marcus Kimbrough.

ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4653-4027-6

                   Ebook                                      978-1-4653-4028-3

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Contents

Reason Why I Write

Deep

Lost

Sitting In The Park

My Plea

Brokenhearted

The Search

I Miss You

I Bet

What If

A Kiss

Misdirection

Love Struck

Dedicated: Grandmother

Dedicated: Aunt Pearline

Heart To Heart

Hugs

Slim Pickens

You

Dreams

The Conversation

Her

February 30, 1963

The Word

Alone

Chapter One

Queen Of My Heart

Our Father

Good Morning

Untitled

Friends

Words

Celebrate

Today

I Tore It Up

Inspire

Blacked Out

My Deepest Apology

May 1, 2011

Dd

The Blackness

Imperfection

Gone Away

Beautiful

It’s Not The World

This Is For

Dedication: Brianna

Dedication: Aunt Willie Lee

Muse

My Mistake?

Thankful

You Deserve

Mary Beth

ANGEL-A

LAUREN

COME GO WITH ME

THANK YOU

FOR DESHONDRA A. SMITH

Reason Why I Write

Someone asked the question of why do I write

You see, for me putting words to paper is as easy as breathing or day turning into night

I write because this is the gift that God has bestowed upon me

He’s blessed me with the mind and heart to express myself through poetry

I write because when I woke up this morning I wasn’t lying in the street

When I go to my refrigerator for food, I’ve got a choice of what I want to eat

I write for the money that I have to buy what I need instead of needless stuff

I write cause my wealth comes from God’s hand because he brings me through all my times that are tough

Maybe I write because instead of holding a note, I’m blessed with holding paper and pen

My songs won’t be heard on any radio station but still my words he understands

Maybe I write for all those tears that I cried on my behalf so selfishly

All those times I should’ve been giving thanks but instead all I could think of was me me me

I write because I keep coming up short of being the man God wants me to be

And with every sin I have to drop my head because he still keeps loving me

So much so that he sent his only begotten son to be crucified and die on a cross

And even though we didn’t see it, that’s a moment in time that continues to touch us all

I write because maybe I’m not the only one here living in sin and shame

I ask you to confess it cause just like me the angels in Heaven have signed your name

I write because I don’t have perfect pitch, tone or any key

My humming alone will make the deafest person cover their ears from hearing me

I write for all those times my feet never touched the ground while traveling through the sand

You’ve given me water when I was thirsty and food when I was hungry; truly what an awesome God we have

I write this as my testimony, my praise, my way of telling God, I love you

I write because I’m still your child even after the unworthy things I do

I write because a solo, a trio or quartet; hey, those things just aren’t MK

I write because when I lift my hands to Jesus, I’ve got my own special way

And we all have our way of praising God, don’t worry about it if others don’t like