POETICALLY SPOKEN WORD
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THIS IS MY FIRST ONE THIS IS MY FIRST ONE… piece, that is… peace, black kids… and adults----of the other multiple colors of races…that are getting high-ly spiritual…in these natural places… six packs and cases… of your favorite refreshments…are being passed around while we’re serving servings of both the Old and New Testaments… both the old and new are testing it… delectable, savory treats…to some it is as fresh milk, to others the highest grades of choicest meats…that are getting seared while sizzling in the parks or back yards of any of these city streets…or country roads- the WORD is everywhere… and even though THIS IS MY FIRST ONE, I must not be scared…or shy or ashamed to boldly preach the Gospel…do you smell the smells that are cooking? Demons do and are becoming hostile… but being brought forth is the peace from God’s apostle…is this milk and cookies to you? Or steak and lobster?...the latter for me and I highly encourage you not to become discouraged if...it seems your attempts at seeking Jesus are being rendered purposeless…see, the Kingsford charcoals in your grill may not be as hot as mine…but in due time…if you stay on the grind…you’ll find… a line…or two… that will align you to…a light that’s blinding you to… this world’s darkness…this world’s heartless…ferociously… attacking both the atrociously… strong and the pitifully weak…that’s why we must consistently sip on this milk repeatedly-until we’re eating meat…THIS IS MY FIRST ONE…the Virgin…Mary gave birth to a Perfect One…Why can’t I?…after all I’m a son of the King of the Most High… El Shaddai…Who gives us the choice to choose to live life-or else we shall die…sixty six editions…of expertisely scripted renditions… of Greek and Hebrew coalitions…translated at King James’s commission…and when you add to that the missing…other books… I love the looks…of the coming days and years…especially if we diligently dig and not just play it by ear… I’m praying that here…is the path to someone’s salvation…I hope it’s a tickling in someone’s ear...that leads to congratulations…because they picked up The Book and actually read it some…instead of being meddlesome…with procrastination…THIS IS MY FIRST ONE…come closer than near it… JUST LIKE THE WORLD It was suggested that I needed to implore a more consistent regimen of writing...So I Trinitie with my pen and paper, and started fighting...Igniting firestorms of Rhema napalm...the realization of my charcoal to diamond transformation makes it hard for me to stay calm...Laid on the altar foot to face, yet my faith was elementary like crayons...However, I prayed on...until I reached spiritual puberty and adolescence...but unparametered testosterone along with alienation placed me along a carnal path that was way past my blessings...buffooned into a secular mixture of lifestyle ingredients that God just wouldn't mix His best with...Consequently, I was left with...the rapid movement of a dude wearing slippery shoes standing on a declining foundational platform that oozed slick fluid...However I could still hear the voices up above as the hysterically laughed proudly proclaiming, "Just look at him! I knew it!!"...I functioned within a larger-than life heart, and unbeknownst to me, they bruised it...And even though calloused coverings protected my fall...sinful passions and lustings infected my all...and since passive instructions directed my walk...it was unchastened corruptions that set forth my crawl...then drastic productions from neglecting the call...now at last, I'm just stuck from neglecting my Paw... Inoperative... and unable to acknowledge...neither the colossalness...or even the slightest inkling of positiveness... of His spiritual deposits...nor the instructions He gave me through the prophets...His Son, and the apostles...in the form of revelational knowledge...and you ain't gotta go to college...and exhaust yourself in scholarly topics...to understand that that's why people are destroyed...Revoked ya manhood, and showed you ya still a boy...Cause you went back to the playground and re-indulged yaself in dem toys...increased aphrodisiatic nuances gotcha feelin more joy than ever before...Deceiving tactics Satan's employed to more that even the score...See, he was floored when you AWOL'd from his Marine Corp...Now he's deployed demonic soldiers to expose ya to nothin but trap doors...And they all lead to an underworld of darkness so dark that it's incapable of producing its own light...with demons assigned to work towards your demise 24/7/365...and they still moonlight...they study and study until they master all the knowledge concerning the things that make you giggle and laugh...Then they Ph. D. a thesis to dunce you and won't sleep until they bring it to pass...then they billboard your mistakes and convince everyone that shunning you has become the latest fad...But being siblings of untruth having the father of lies blinds them to the fact that I have the Greatest Dad!...and it makes Him mad...when Satan takes His lads...and tries to undermine their walks like snakes in grass...cause He pre-created a path for redeemed saints to tread on...and equipped us with weapons and armor to stomp the enemy dead gone...Nevertheless, righteousness is slept on... NATIONAL POETRY MONTH CHALLENGE PIECES Didn't find out bout the challenge til the 3rd day...Cool doe, dat's okay, cause Jesus turned this place out on a Third Day!...Been in the desert, so I'm thirsTAY...Facebook page filled up w/ "Where's Dra?!?"...Well, I don't win 'em all, but I'm here to stay...Light might not always be on, but I'm dedicated to the Father like a Sunday at Chick-Fil-A...This really ain't for play...I'm like Ali in his day...Blue ribbon style, Olympic gold medal plates...Stare the devil in his face...Help you along in this race...Remembered the Father's promises, so He helped me save face...A fanatic, and I ain't never played crazy...Demonic haymakers don't faze me...Grateful for how He mercy and graced me...Obeyed when He said, "This is Me, so taste Me"...No chains, boxes, comments, or thoughts can cage me...A wilderness dwelling lion, and I dare you to face me---- Whatever the case be!....Lyrics so hot, when I speak I mace peeps...You can either make peace... or be Goliath'd by this David cause I'm killing it kid....I just gave you all three in one, just like the Trinity did.
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This book, POETICALLY SPOKEN WORD, is my very first book! It is simply a collection of poetry pieces that I’ve written over the years. I’ve poured my heart into this book! Although POETICALLY SPOKEN WORD is a collection of poetry pieces, it could also very well be my autobiography. Each piece precisely reflects my character, personality and beliefs. There is a level of transparency contained in these writings that almost forces you to become “as one with the author”. I believe transparency is paramount when attempting to reach others by means of testimony combined with poetical prose. While reading this book, you’ll personally travel with me from the devilish depths and despair of active alcohol and drug addictions with all of its atrocities, all the way to a place of unutterable joy and gratitude positioned inside the veil and face-to-face with The Father and The Son with The Holy Spirit being your guide. I pray this book draws you closer to the majestic favor, graces, and redemptive powers of a life lived in Salvation.
About the Author
Andra Kellon started writing poetry in February 2006 while receiving treatment for a crack-cocaine addiction at Life Change Institute in Houston, TX. He has NO DOUBT that God spoke to him there and commanded, gifted, and ordained him to walk in the ministry of Spoken Word Poetry. Andra wants to make it very clear that he only pens his poetic pieces. He says The Holy Spirit actually writes them..... “We have a very good system going on. I just sit there listening and waiting for Him to tell me what to write; and I don’t write until He speaks. When asked what his intended purpose is in ripping stages apart, Andra simply states, “I just want the God that I know and serve to come alive in the spirits of those He’s sent me to- by accurately reflecting Him and His message. I’m just here to plant a seed. God’ll do the rest!”