jay-andrew-anderson-taylor
American
Urban Expressions I / / Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor was born in Richmond Va., to his mother Marvell Gross-Taylor and father James A. Taylor, Sr. on October 20th, 1963. / I read the works of Langston Hughes and Maya Angelou, both of these writers would have a profound affect on my life and help me to discover my talent for writing. / I have a number of other books that I'm currently working on and I hope that if you do buy my first book Urban Expressions I? You will most certainly want to consider adding my next book Urban Expressions II to your collection as well. I look forward to finishing it and sharing it with all of you! / / I would like to thank you in advance for your purchase of my book and your support!
Think of the last time…you made a mistake? Someone told you not to do it, yet you
did it anyway. He still teaches…were just not listening. Remember, as you jumped
from that plane? You thought you heard a voice say, “Don’t do it” As your shoot tore
open just feet from the ground. He still teaches…were just not listening. That day
you stole those clothes from the store, your mother once told you, “Don’t take what’s
not yours.” He is still teaching…your just not listening. You spent all your money and
the rent is past due, you know what they say, “A fool spends for the day, and the
wise man then receives it and then invests it for the future.” When God sends people
and silent whispers in the wind to teach you about life, receive his words and what
he has been teaching…because God has not stop teaching. But we have stopped
listening for Gods never changing words. He does still teach, you just need to learn
to decipher his words.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
Just like the tumble **** that rolls across the empty desert floor…unsettled was her
ability to love compassionately and just like the winds that blew during a ragging storm at sea…unsettled was her heart in its ability to believe in a real love that could ever be, like a broken record she always seemed to missing out in what a real love could or might ever really be, instead she stayed focused on distorted dreams of what an abuser said a real love should be.
So, many dark clouds that had passed in and out of her life over the years had distorted her reality and robbed her of the visions to see, what a real love could be.
She spent the rest of her life in a bottle and locked inside self imposed prison by her passed lovers and unsettled but not by me. A foolish person always wants to have everything without out putting in the work. A truly blessed and wise person accepts and works hard to keep what they have and hardly ever wants for nothing but they get it all in the end.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:22 PM UTC