"Forte' of… The Artesian Well"
Written by: THE GIFT
a.k.a.
Singleton M. Tate
Published by: Singleton Tate at Smashwords
Copyright © 2011 Singleton M. Tate
All Rights Reserved.
Dedications
This book is dedicated to: My Heavenly Father God; Jesus Christ my Savior and the Precious Holy Spirit; who instilled within me “His Greatness” to enlighten the world through His gifts, which He’s given unto all men.
This book is dedicated to my loves: My daughters, Terieynique’ L. Tate and Shane‘ A. Tate.. To my family with love.
To all of Evangelist Rosa Tate’s siblings, family and friends…
A special thanks to: Mr. Robert Karr, Ms. Sherry Bateman Cutler Karr, Ms. Julia Karr, Ms. Elizabeth Foster, Ms. Sheila Rice, Mrs. Rozalyn Alexander-Moss, Ms. Shelagh Braboy, Ms. Janet Payne, Ms, Gladys Murray, Ms. Fleming, Mr. Steven Hall, Mr. Eugene Rice, Mr. Howard Glenn, Mr. Robert Glover and Mr. Sam Farh, Mr. Miles Masek
To my loves who have passed on: My dad, Mr. Ollie B. Tate; my mother, Evangelist Rosa Tate; my eldest sister Anna M. Murrar, who took care of our whole family; Uncle: Hillary Luckett; God-mother Ruth L. McGuirt , (Art) Arthur Johnson who was the sweetest man that I was so honored to work with and our dog, Ginger. I love and miss you all so much. To all of those who have helped me through friendships, words and deeds. I truly thank you for believing that there was “Greatness” within me… for we are “Triumphant” together.
A special shout-out to all of my FB friends, Ms. Toni Shelton, Mr. Walter King, Jr., Mr. Maston Knowles, Mr. Dennis Snipes, Mr. Bob Bradley, Ms. Lynn Salerno, Ms. Mary Mccray, Ms. Jean Jones, Mr. Randy De Troit, Mr. Mark Adira, Mr. Phil Smith, Ms. Veronica Brown, Ms. Courtney Robinson, Ms. Gloria Robinson. Ms. Aaliyah Thomas, Ms. Desiree & Ms. Corey, Ms. Yolanda Hatchett, Ms. Chiquita Norvell, Mr. Joseph Hatchett, Mr. Terry & Ms. Darlene Bateman, Mr. Justin Cutler, Ms. Meta Hargrett, Mr. Milford Hackett, Mr. Jeremy Young and Mr. Terry Laney, Mr. Jeremiah Wiltsie, Mr. Juan Cruz Sanchez
To all of you, as a whole… thank you for allowing me to share your lives. It is marvelous to see you all “Shine”!
John 3:16 -17
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. 17 For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. Remember not believing in the truth will never change it from being “Truth”! T.G.
Exodus
20:12
Honour
thy father and thy mother: that thy days
may
be
long
upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee
Blessings unto you all…
About My Creativity
Open-ended Artistic Creativity ~
My Style [OAC]
A style that’s all about the message… For the Open-minded Souls.
Open-minded
Having or showing receptiveness to new and different ideas. open-minded adj : ready to entertain new ideas; "an open-minded curiosity"; "open-minded impartiality"
Open-ended
Not
restrained by definite limits, restrictions, or structure Please
get an understanding...T.G.
Please
don't trip over the style and miss the "Message"
Author:
Singleton Tate is a Multi-talented Creative Innovator. She has invoked her own style of creative expression. [OAC] She was born the sixth child out of eight. The only one with an odd name. She knew there was something different about her from an early age. She started writing in 1980. She has written over fifteen books to date and this is her first book publication. You will encounter more great works from this author in the near future.
Prologue
Gliding
on the Clouds
While I was never considered the "Norm", standing out is my "Voice". My soul, it's my genetic makeup, my "DNA". No matter how many times, I have tried to stay behind the "Scenes of Life", I am always being called to the "Frontline“. Life does not ask for your permission, things just happen and you go from there. You may call it "Fate" or "Destiny", I call it God. Chosen before time stood still, I was employed to carry a message of "Wisdom" and "Knowledge" to all souls and spread "Goodwill". "What message is that,” you ask? It will be whatever He gives.
See, I just listen to the faint call of the Spirit, which connects Him and me for all of eternity. Oh yes, it's endlessly deep! No greater passion nor desire could ever compare to the "Lyrical Vibes" that thrive within every cell of my being. With that being said, it's only by the "Gift" and the "The Giver of Gifts", that I am led. Like you, I have just begun to uncover the lid. I can't even imagine, what He has placed within me. I do know this, it's much greater than I. For it is not I who writes. I listen and He fills up the sheets with words of delight, making me cry and overwhelming me with "Great Insight". All I do is tap in and I am soaring through the clouds once again. It's easy for me, I just let go and then the rhythms and rhymes starts to flow. Why did I start to write?
How did this "Gift" unfold? "By Chance", of course... You may ask me... “Why does she have to be different?“ “Why can't she just be like everybody else?” Never! I was never treated like everyone else. I was always treated in contrast to the general public/majority. Now, I know what you are thinking. What… she is bitter, "Oh No“! I am Complete! I found out who I am.
Bit
by bit, I am unwrapping this "Priceless Gift". A lot of
people might not think much of my talent and to that I say, "Just
watch my “SMOKE”. I started writing or trying to write very
young. It was when I was working, as an Executive Assistant that
I'd discovered a way to lessen the pain of those inflicting it. I
would turn darkness, by showing them what they've done that's
downright… can affect me in a "Positive Light". I could
have stooped to their level, but I decided to give them a taste of
"Knowledge" instead. It sure made me feel better.
Now
brace yourself, some will feel that I am ready for the "White
Coats". I saw the words of my works dancing on the walls; then
I would hear them in my ear and if I didn't write them down; they
would change in there place until I did. The more I wrote, the more
evident the proof of my gift became clear. It runs through my blood,
it’s my passion. I am alive in the verse and hopefully, what I see
and hear will be a "Blessing" to all. Who would dare step
out of their "Comfort Zones"? Surely not you...
These works delve into the abstract, obscure and hidden "Gems of Life". They will hit your nerves like a "Mack Truck". They will make some laugh, cry and unmask. There are others who will find knowledge, wisdom, love, understanding, strength, endurance, a kindred soul, someone who's been there and courage to ascend any mountain. that's opposing them. It’s all about … enriching your life , so that you will reach for your "Destiny" and attain it. If you like the "Normal Clones", you might want to pass up my work. ( Don't get me wrong… being normal is a good thing. It's just not for me.) The styles, meters, form, rhythms and rhymes are all over the place. I am always in a "Transitional Thought Wave". There is one thing you can "Color Me" and that is distinct within my own "Artistic Premise" and that being before my time.
Some
won't comprehend and even I spin at the power within every verse.
It's a "Gift" from God. I can't take any credit. I just
listen, write it down, then let its soothing peace capture your mind.
It turns your frown upside down, sending you pleasure beyond your
wildest dreams… that's "My Destiny" it seems. Tell me,
if you can't understand… how can you review the foundation of the
work? You can not! It would be just writing a lot of "Idle
Words". As I strive, I am amazed, hooked up and dazed by the
wonders of the "Lyrical Phrases" pouring from this
"Artesian Well", Good God Almighty only time will tell.
So fly away with me on wings of majesty and splendor beyond belief.
We'll sail the oceans' deep and sleep in at River Bed's Reef. Let’s
ride the Tides Rip. We'll hide in the "Light" to keep
darkness from "Sight". I'll be "First Mate" of
this ship, as "Father God" holds us with His "Eternal
Grip", making sure that none will ever slip. Knowing all of
this, it's time to come aboard and embrace, "Forte' of … The
Artesian Well", it'll quench your thirst for the
"Extraordinary". Now come… "Lets Discover Deep
Mysteries Together", enjoy. The more I know nothing, the
smarter I get... T.G.
Look into the "Window of my Soul"
and lose control, you'll gain it again, be wiser and call me friend
at least, I am hoping! T.G.
It's
an Adventure you won't forget... T.G.
All you'll need is an
open-mind and a receptive heart...
"Much Love to All"
Poetry
Seizing
captives, quenching the Thirsty,
Yearning poignant "Threads
of Life"
Liberating all, seeking Solitude,
Diverting
deluging "Catastrophes"
A moment Serenely Divine,
Repairing “Body, Soul and Mind"
Creative Mastery
Unveiled,
Poetry… setting "Spirits a Sail"
They Scream Captivate Me
Sounds
heard, as I bared Lyrical Forte' to the Masses.
Blood, Sweat and
Tears flowed as I chose Dialect.
‘Twas not I, that developed
the "Sovereign's Arrayed Bouquet".
Unbashful Woe,
"Give us More"
Reveal the "Decibels of your Gift"
As I drift towards the Shore of my Creativity, I Pray.
"Father, why this way?" "Why engulf my Soul as
Prey?"
'Twas not for me to know such things only to Relay.
They Scream "Captivate Me"
All to no avail,
I'm but a Yielded Vessel.
Giving all… persecuted as my Spirit
Longs.
Speaking Power,
Tongue, Mind and Heart,
Set Afire,
As your, "Captivate Me" Inspires
I See
It's
like that… tit for tat,
as I dazzle… reflecting Stars,
Outlasting Oblivion… creating,
"Melodies of Grandeur"
You sit as Judge of my Worth,
Foretelling a future
descant I don't understand,
Words of the Misguided Malicious,
Thoughts of a Defiled Heart.
I See
Many aimlessly
giving credence,
Pledging sunderance bowing vassal,
Bewitched
embroiled by your contempt,
Thirst for Revenge of a Wrong.
I
See
It's You! Oh, Fellow Kindred Soul,
A Poet. Oh No!
Just one who has lost the "Light",
To "Vindictive
Sight"
Prejudice
Causing
willful deaths of a "Thousand Knights"
Yet, I "Cipher
a Legacy"
Adorned Elegance
Trapped in Amaze.
I
press to clear the "Roads of Prejudice"
Evoking the
"Basis of Knowledge"
Bestowed upon my "DNA"
I Weary,
Driven Aback
In Normalcy, I Lack.
Depths
of Refinement without "True Voice"
"It is I",
Spirit sent from "The Great I AM"
Hear my whispers, my
cries
Stifled Through
"Prejudice Eyes"
What
Gift,
Am I?
As Climate Dies
Time-shifters,
Drifters, encumbered with cause,
Erect your talent my way, as for
today you've lost.
Never again will my refuted Truth, kiss
Wisdom's dross.
I write as the Light portrays, the hillside's
vast valleys,
Flying high released from their prying eyes.
Delivered
the meaning, the rhythm choked, As Climate Dies,
You've been
Provoked.
Wordy-talkers, Stalkers, yellow, brown, black and
white,
Come tie your ribbons, opulent skies lessening cost.
After last platinum word, Infinity touches Zeal's cross.
Reckless in whimper's haze, the mist's drizzle frays,
Causing Life's raft dismay, entreated mine always.
Relinquished
patterns, trust devastated, As Climate Dies,
Knowledge Abated is
Elevated.
Treason
Tyranny
was the name I gave you.
Guilty as Sin… Crimes stained
Humanity.
Not once a "Heart of Purity"
You write me
Treason.
Yes Alas, my Words are deafened.
Severe Envy was
shown cloaked.
The lance defaulted Austere my Art.
Tyranny…
was Treason from the start.
Coloring Your World
With
Hatred, I want to.
With Blindness, It becomes you.
With
Sorrow, Every single night.
Without Peace, Keeping you from the
Light.
With Anger, To fence you in.
With Abuse, So you'll
never win.
Do you like the colors that you see?
I can
only "Color Your World" with what's within me.
Idle Words
Sending
words that wound,
That's your whole day.
Tainted knowledge
and blind wisdom,
It's your foolish way,
Of spewing, your
Idle Words.
Any words of praise,
Shall be short lived.
What are your skills?
Creatively surfeiting the spirits,
At
will, as you kill, with your Idle Words.
It's an awful shame,
Playing reviewers' games,
"Masters' of Lies"
Lost
in your jealousy,
Not knowing me, you'll never be free,
From
your own Idle Words.
Stabbing the heart's of mankind,
Saying
that they are blind, and without talent.
One, two, three or four
stars, that's your passion,
Never good to perfection, needing
resurrection,
From your Idle Words.
"The Grim
Reapers of Bad Vibes and Ills“,
All manner of fierce comments
reveal that, You're a Snake.
Rattling, sombre notes of Death,
To the "Gift of Creative Breath"
As numerous
victims are slain,
By your venomous fangs bearing, Idle Words.
Evoking a web of deceit,
Masked within your motivation.
Determined to give,
"Condescending Revelations of
Nothingness"
You… who review this,
I see through with a
Kiss,
From God's own Heart.
I've been empowered by
"Heavenly
Bliss"
Shielded from, all of your frivolous,
Idle Words.
It's No Wonder
Escaping
the vapors of your death breath,
Time lies still waiting to kill.
While I move with calculated precision,
You plow me down
with varied opinion.
Characters of Pride and Hate lash me to
shreds,
Cut open flesh vicious layers, poisonous dreads.
Spite
disavowed my prayers for good,
Seen your nefarious soul,
Masked
in fuliginous hood.
It's
No Wonder
Copycat
Mimicking
me seduced your brain.
A style… that profoundly drove you
insane.
Protest… gazing the blaze of “The Skilled“.
Rendered helpless to my Creative Will.
Never… begin to
Exhale.
As I dash and I dart behind “The Veil“.
Clouds
of Inferior Knights.
Exclaiming my downfall, my plight.
Mastery, Overt.
Surrender, you're hurt.
Towards
Triumph,
I March Greater Still.
Box
Small
incommodious prisoner
Felonious misery reveals
You corral a
box for me.
Lucid mortal fury
Awaken light fatality
Box
malevolence obliterated
My creativity.
Believing
In
anything and anyone could leave you blind.
Understand deeply
one's state of mind.
Uncovering truism at any cost.
So
that Mindless Souls won't be lost.
Believing
The lies
of man a twist of fate.
Mapping out the pathway to Hell's gate.
Believing
The Truth will "Set you Free"
Pave roads to "Greatness" your "Destiny"
My Lord
I'm
here alone,
Searching for Purpose
A slave of sin
Lost
drifting
With no hope.
Terror engulfs,
All I touch
melts
My soul laments
Existence absent
Love spurns me.
Fighting demons daily,
Entangled in deceit
Villainous
evils strike
Failing falling prey
Ripe as a plum.
Scenes
hide silent,
Roaming galaxies
Essence of Majesty
Where is
He?
Illuminating Sacred Light,
Eternal Grace Power
Honor
Glory Praise
Compassion Love's Key.
Raised from tomb,
Find those doomed
His Passion is Me
Eternally Set Free
Thank You, My Lord.