La Jazzmine's Chronicles

Tomb oh Tomb Where is thy wound? You who thought With your stone soo grave Could withhold the one to save Didn’t you hear the news Can’t you see the Jews In disbelief of what it may be That the one scourged and beaten The flesh of whom was left stricken He is walking on the streets Hey! Look at his feet Where the nails were pierced through Hear it, the word is true  He is risen He defeated the old rotten tomb He conquered the hades, founder of doom Now we are free, We scream in glee Free to call upon His name The sweet spirit of power By which in Him, we stand and conquer Hallelujah, We arise in Christ Hallelujah. Join the conversation on Facebook .

Sometimes, when I think of the past. I'm glad it never did last For the hope of the future Is the better today I therefore decide To work towards an intentional today With my hopes still intact For the future is today Tomorrow may just be another day. Follow the conversation on Facebook:  Jazzmine chronicles

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Waoh!!! It's 2020 already And we are back Back to entertain our noble and amiable audience. Get ready to delve into the deepest secrets. We have loads of interesting outlines for you this year. Guess what? You can request for short poems, write ups, stories and quotes. (That will be at a later date this year). For now, just enjoy... From Jazzmine, Thanks for reading and staying true.

Unbelievable!!! As the men storm in anger They are racing against the storm Their backs against the world They march in unison With one word in heart Drooling all over with blood in mouth, some stroll Cut, battered, shattered and dented on every side yet they roam Undaunted the limbless leader charges into the atmosphere Opposition Streaming in from all environs In the face of fear and drudgery they shall avail Its been decades and centuries But the men still march on Deterred not Determined yes To effect the dream That has always been But dread to tread upon Soaked in the unscrupulous and toothless roaring opposition They shall prevail Ahhh Uhhh! Ahhh Uhhh! They scream as men unto battle This is the true fight to victory They shall prevail They shall prevail

Watching through the window For a peeping eye in the hood I have a package that I don't want to unfold I want to burn up these books That give you all these bad looks With my lighter and the book in hand, I was armed quite enough But then Why not kill 3 birds with a stone Or a grass At least to help the matter in my head So here I was burning the book slowing wrapped up, with my mouth At the same time clearing out the matters in my brain like ashes And blowing up my organs And my ears hearing those grand stuffs them boys say without the piano And the bass heating up I'm on fire but I'm not getting burnt But these ashes broke my heart in shatters Plates dropping down in clatters I drop wanting them all back But they didn't want me as much as I wanted them I had taken a bus to neverland On a plane that seem to never land Banging my head on the wall I thought of the initial plan To burn up the books I guess that was better But I chose the l...

In the depths of the well I heard it is stone dark There are whispers, too low to tell I tell you this for a fact I am not lost in my tracks They say the truth is light But then I’m not near to it either. I know the rules Fragile glass like tools I held it in my hand Boom! Crash! Did I just hear it break? Off course it did I am an authority I obey no one, not even the ‘only one' Yet I claim of a love untold Desiring everything that doesn’t speak of it When I’m told of my flaws I cake My temper so hot I bake, So hard, cracks develop I deform, I spill Yet I don’t seem to see I am walking with the truth A torch and stick in hand I claim to know A love soo strong and true Yet my actions depict these words I’m about to tell you That I am a walking blind With the truth, yet I’m blind Blind with pride Blind with ignorance Who will set me free So I can see I am a light but walking blind Lord! Deliver me!...