FRAGMENT/ THE SURVIVOR

I'm a disable for,,whats collasped ..whats diassembled by ..structure..to stand..my bones takes a swift kick...went against my strength..where i plundge ..u aimed at me..the defender i wear..your clothes...i camofloge havoc.. me..your target... i become whats bombed..the mind wiped out..living civilian...whats.not lived as a war crimes..whats underneath ground level..where i fear for my life..where i bleed..not pleased with the otcome..but..i try 2 heal ..where allies forces betray my freedom..my life ..i'm chosen ..it's war..to be commaned..what demands are used as weapons..u charged at what was innocent my religion...i wear a knife ..which cuts//slices//possess a need 2 strike..attack at will..where i die..with no defenswes..where the battles leaves you with nrespect..but lays out a method to destroy man....knows no end..we stare at purpose..fractures..deforms..wounds...blows us 2 smitherreens//a code to indcate..to kill at will..where the blood of fragments i become the artilleryi go home...become the wheelchairs..directs...whre i become the loaded guns..terriorized..my own..wondered if i will b blamed..fear for my own travesty...but..congratulate my bravery at will..life controls whats asked me..in timesof trouble..but truble aims..fires by commands..your soul to take risk..never make promises ..but caused 2 defect ..invent the struggle..instruct your wars to choose..seedfaith..while teaches armmigaton....sends you back in a bodbag or lumbs broken..fractures...with no repair..saw a man today..he sold me his story,,about a civilized war vet...what i see all around my neighborhood..man that gone to war..with medals an purple hearts..with fractured bodyparts..some without..with no sense to perform..can u stand..living proud..wearing no legs ..but some manufatured..knows the pain..but lifes holds them defected..left handicapped... in a war..left from killling life..where i'm a war..by the people ..for the people...where i aimed..became what once lived ...still remains..a man fractured..lame..torn apart my journey..injuried ..damaged..as structure..but builtas god's child..who signed ..no papers to teach...create.

REVEAL WHAT BECOMES CONFUSED

I only know that when we saw no eyes..i became a voice missing..u became one...iam listening.. i was a mask ..with no sponsorship of appeal a silent image..searching as a link.. while feeling lost...but real ..in the flesh..i wrote a time when you arrived my heaven scent..i opened love of mystery to unfold..a world of characteristicsthough...i craved for that same lonesome friend..as myself ..what equal parnership...mating us as one..the captivity..indentity of strength..a handsome episode..what begins as..a new love adventure..where nights ..with passions begins..longing for that pen and paper chase..the urge 4 your soul i'm in2 mines..anxiety waits..calls even stature..breathes a heart full of gold...i wanted in your space..what possess inside your smile ..the taste..where the flava of bread adds to that flava of wine and song..led me to the core ..what bared fruit melted the emptiness of..NYC..wanting the bridge of Cali..the spice arranging hot with cold introduced..as teardrops fall..with love..whatever comes of a friendship to approve with love..while i was failing ..living inside ..where she falls...deep ..a Queen of hearts..what becomes his soul..the makings of u..what waits still..i'm through..i defied ..what was confused..hope you understand..now...peace..Create..Shayla

SYNCRINIZE THE CLOCK/ WHERE I BE THE READ

Here i am.. a new year of mischief and antics..what breaks open..where i blossom..the rose to perform..an aroma..which carries me through emotion..i got so damn out of control..start laying out my scripture ..thank god..i made it through another lifetime of dialogues..what comes only when my God speaks and comply..with the quickness..i'm staring down the lyrics of my creative mind..searching for that minute to unwind...where trees are moving...breeze is flowing within my body..the charm of knowing my soul..rhythm digs deep down inside 2 prefix .brings da true meaning of..a woman 2 compose the lyrical syncrinize theory..a bold sound that makes all floors start to stomp..hands clap..click with fingar tips..moving the room..outta control..the tweat..where harmonies from birdland..where ballrooms become poetry dance appeal..uses her flow..performs her mantality..flies into slumber..boom witha feelin love..the plan emotional tributes..a touch of an open mic breakthrough..healing whats been through total mass confusion..a mixed flava without a taste 2 enjoy what eats words electric..so i die as a worthless tongue.. depression 2 laspe..damn..i'm done...no more 4 you 2give taste..gotta find a meal..with style on a plate..the meal for today is..the gift 2 hear what left u with emptiness..where i become a prize package..wordspoken..i thank the writer..i am the title..displayed...CREATE..sheila T Jordan..

PYGMALION..THE CHANGE FROM POOR 2 ROYALITY..A TRANSFORMATION IN BEAUTY

Pygmalian I come out as a wallflower..with an look of homeless center..i work for my royal.adventure..i crave for the world of living wealthy...i am your wash and dry clothes dryer..after my hands slaves as your scub board washer..where hands are so sore..from breaking my nails..sore from scratchin that board..the life i bring to you..poverty lives inside my life..that wears your home i clean..on my knees and work so hard..like no one sees ..a woman with no repairs in mind..but yet..u know ..where eyes open...claims it's support system..you walk around...me..it's support..examine a job well done..with noses up in the air and breathe to advertise me..your life of the poor and unwealthy..know to our tales of cindrella..an identity your not aware of yet..but in the hours of risking myself..as the clock ticks..makes a way to escape your clunch...the look..but knows no love..until..my pygmalion.emerges from it's work load..rises her head before the public..that takes one..sees a beauty ..to be holding..a crown ..with great fortune..with rags i wear..what sees my face..but knows i look familiar..erases what was once their life..but not conclude...so i embrace the moment..change becomes whats different in the eyes of a victim..turned around and..the woman that use to work..so poor...becomes da answers to her prayer..she now becomes the Queen of her lack...changing things..where the pygmalion is now rich ..proud..woman..what's obviously ..a dream about to happen..a story about my own analogy..where my kingdom calls me..it's twis t2 transform..her prince charming..where he waits..the king..which accommidate change..to a lesser GOD.. but2 his wash board...what was unqualified poverty..to pygmalion.. new property for the king create...Sheila...how proud am i...peace

i would like to introduce you to CRYSTAL LAKE CATHEDRAL MINSTER..ROBERT SCHULLER i use to watch this show every Sunday morning..while getting ready for church..i don't know him personally..but when i hear him minister to his congregation..i join in with him,,the place is located in Garden Grove..California..MY older brother spoke highly of it's beautiful surroundings and the structure of their newly restructured Cathedral...i found this poem very confidant and reassuring..if you read it..every day..it will complete whatever projects is require in your life..the man can write..i have send away for tablets..he speaks with the heavens cultivating..what directions u will be heading and why it's chosen as gifts you will encounter on your way to God's righteous orders to live by...MINISTER SCHULLER i hope to one day visit your church..and meet your god gifted spirit..so u can see my work as well..thank you for being God's message to the world..hope i have brought u some knowledge to live by...peace..CREATE

SHAKE A HAND..MAKE A FRIEND

MY MY MY...look what happen with our prez..he's touching hands that resemble his..England's Queen Elizabeth ..the crown of the UK..was the scandal of mischief...no where in the history of buckingham palace..was anyone suppose to do this..but..as we walk on royal soil..bow to the Queen..when Barack Obama makes his way to be treated like the king..the arrival stirred publication..said omg..what have they done..a black man ..with moralities..makes his way through..showing hospitality..what eniciates respect..kindness and curtiousy..like a gentleman..but..oh..what did he do..why was Michelle mentioned..the talk of England..the Queen was amazed.. Obamas overjoyed..what would u had done...thats the question..the state lords of Parliment..gave no comment..to something so forgiven it's the media and it's apologizes..speaking for royality..i saw no injustice or crimes commited...just 2 Brothas crossing the throne of dignity and respect for the Queen.. Michelle was accused of doing the wrong thing..let's just say...it was a misunderstanding in good taste..the world and it's redicule..can raise issues all they want.. if the Queen and her dignitaries left it alone..then why does media matter..u misconscrew everything on the Queen anyway..is this any different from what u do?...She rules her kingdom..she became a woman in authority..the amenities captures the life of her people..where blood stains her triumph..aims..making a change herself..did u ever wonder if she admired the President for showing what's never been done.. will go downin our history..CHANGE is what OBAMA brings..it adquired GOOD TASTE>>>GO>>SUPERIOR>>>OUR U.S.KING there ya are..Q Elizabeth got SOUL..the rest is history..lol..but we know..what bothered the elite society of GREAT BRITAN..(how we look)..getting a way with it..PEACE.. CREATE..GOD BLESS

WANNA KEEP TAKING US BACK..WHILE JIM CROW LIVES

TODAY...i am going further than i have ever gone b4...if i start to sound explicit..can't help my grammar..it's the militant in me...this damn society can't get pass a color which breaks affliction..what validates our civilization 2.. escape..runs rapid like the wind..falsely accuses our pigment..still..in..2009..sickening ignorant stereotypes.. what depicts black skin..as sandbone..advertises my people..a face of licorice paint..i never in my life as a woman of color.. was looked at as coal..what can't b transformed..but i am beautiful as they come..yes..i was a child introduced as negro.. yes..i was given dolls..all nationalities..i even made some.. African American...lil princess..so my daughters could identify with themselves..but in our lives..we have a world that's tasteless.. sobriety's..what tampered with cold hearts and poor speech..makes fun of..goes da miles and burns bridges..cuts like a knife. slashed the penal codes of black dignity and self sufficiency.. the topic is.DOLLS..the liquor of generics..where you build walls on top of stupidity..what constantly shows what you are.. a racist insignia..branded our people..manufactures..the looked of quality..what lilly grade A..pink..white skin..cowardly fucks with demeanor..rips at what passes..camofloged..flesh..make uslook like tar babies..knowing damn well..it's your own insecurites.. wanting 2 be like us..it's quite obvious..when the Indians gave the name pale faces..life gave way on the dakotas and the arizonas and MahattanIslands..NYC trail controllers..what was not yours 2 begin with...land..sounds familiar 2 u..?..the retaliation..the only way to get even with a color..u looked at me everyday..hated what looks back..for reasons you don't know nothing about..but cense 2 understandhow we became..a change..suddenly..overnight..the world is surroundedbyfalse allegations..can't see were beauty lies..it's cause were in office..that's killing you..we are from many elements on this planet..you can't control or want to be called brotha or sistah..our slogan..what wears your blood line..your a liar..son a of bitches.. what the hell made youthink..we look like paint..don't wanna admit it.. the acts are right infront of you..won't except the truth..we are our your degrees of separation..the call to reinforce this generation..what wears your affiliations..playin your ignorant ass..like u took no part in malotta..illustrate our families as filthy..holding on2 a barbie doll.. with no clothes on..a slave left in a dirty home..with white as Superior. the industries keeps reminding me..your always gonna be ancestry..JIM CROW.. MARCUS GARVEY..EMMETT TULL..WILLIAM B DUBOIS..FREDRICK DOUGLAS..HARRIETT TUBMAN..ROSA PARKS..MARTIN LUTHER KING..MALCOLM X..and NOW..BARACK OBAMA.. SOULJAS OF LIBERTY..AWARDS THESE PRINCIPLES..now it's time that u wear us.. as our rights..as American people's party..join us or die trying..life never promises u anything..what begins to turn the tables around...we've had enough..it's our life..u talk about..our liberties and your President.. our new king of Nigerian. mixed breed..our strength..whether you see it.. his way or not..get over it..what calls a spade is..the world of color.. your hypocritical oaths...the world unites as white..falls...it's those bullshit theory...wearing painted black skin..you say..what looks at change.. again..your RACIST attitude is showing..but I'm a proud sistah standing out as proof..admit..the one that needs to be taught a lesson is you..dumb ass.. where our departed black Nobelist..writers..wears the true meaning of leadership and imperialist revolution..an act you've tried to circum 4 years uneducated.. needed our mindpower..hands and looks..what u tried to follow..like a thief in the night..What God told us all..when the world ends..u either join us..or b hurled in da fire..God's coming..have no other choice..don't matterno more.. how u look at me..stop throwing stones..this is not biblical epiphany..what sleigh's as an animal..the only punishment that wears the same similarities is white culture..excuse our white brothas and sistahs interracial..the coalition waits..what enriches becomes REBELS with the full throudle...GOD knows what he's gonna do..regardless of what the hell your fool ass wanna portray as a color.. and it's definitely not color blind leads me to destruction...your strategy..my angry commentary on white's hiding in that closet..PISSED..Poet..CREATE

I fall down go boom.4.what's gained..(humor) story

i'm a constant reminder...when one weighs itself ..as a complainer...where i try & repeat my performance..i stumble over the walk i choose to build as the lift when mistakes takes ..it's course..I'm taught to stand tall..defeat my machine what challenges my weight..dares me to beat it.. as failure..when i try to rest assure..i'm the progress..after the sun goes down..you will keep rubbing it in my face..the race is not over..until..that weight..the chronic syndrome of.. whipping that fools ass..on his journey ..to wear his skin..lose his confidence and break the bank of days gone by..big papa..leanin me as a slim person..with no pain..no gain..but resistance..i am 2 determine what is the final finish..the months..show what win 4 losing..while falling down on that treadmill..busting my ass..doing what is right for my health..whats heavy duty..becomes the..blood..sweat and tears.. a clown looks as..a three ring circus...minus one..i be damn..if u see me another double decker..hamburger..with fries and a shake although..that shit sounds tempting..red wears me as cholesterol and I'm not your hardening of da arteries...the dooms days massacre..steppin on that scale..what reveals..as..what just ate my words and left you..his treadmills..with no results..but..the end of a good dinner..thanks life..it was real and i took advantage..worked it off..just 2 become my brothers keeper..took his place..lost everything..including his life as far as myself...i own and operate..Balley's weight lost gyms..and a quarter pounder for lunch a day..go figure..not mine..his..success..gets paid interest.. but comes out weighing a ton of millions...dollars..dies..all the way to the bank..go figure..not him..me..i figured..his gain became his ass cents..a full package deal..just by being a heart with no life..but his leftovers..the bills..the rent..the mortgage...what did i lose..think!!!!..what did u come up with?..CREATE..

IN2..LOCKING..PHASE ONE IN SHAKESPEARE

One..an embrace..2 simulates our being..i see a flaming fixture..a towering passion.what waits to expose your sexual behavior..where i come as your helper.. my deep composure..what compels me to midnight pleasure..what calls for..the kind of sounds...i long for..you lay me down..whisper..Ilove you..while heat draws me close.where i touch your smooth rubdown..with sweet emollents..spread my flesh around ya...midsection..where toes performs..acts in shakespeare..where your soul plays a soft elixir..holding on2 me..the smell of our air captures ourselves.. i wear..the footaction..dive down..below secretion..what lures..devours..your attachment..the subject of mystery..the room with walls so boxed..2 inject..b the square left in u..where i elect as taught..learns da victory..the body warms..so sensitive..and yet..so provocatively understanding..once the art form touches me and strikes..whays me against the firey edge of limbs..clinging 2..prevent a fall..where love grabs..cums as close proximeter..where hands begin to take your innocence right from under and in front of 4play..works it's taste among your strong holdin..me..an in2locking phase..acts out..whats waiting..where i sneak in2 pants bulging for romance..what gave u comfort..the stroke of agenius.. picturing our love..but..what don't feel..now..my soul draws to a close.. the box folds..i'm left to collect dreams...what gave us no days of wine and roses..spent..but an later date to start all over again..what wears a foot in mouth..thinking..you was inside sagging..without no lines left 2 shakespeare.. no acts 2 follows..where completion yearns 2 be worn deep..taking you home..commiting encore effects..where my feet cums out of your draws..standing 2 ovulation..the climax..an end 2 hormone comsumption..what closes the curtain.. found from a singular motion..2 rotate..a picture of touch..the cut above da rest..what gives the love4 plays of shakespeare in love..the restoration of life..where death..i wore..cums alive 4ever more..CREATE..

STRENGTH THAT KNOWS ME WELL.. THE MAN I HONOR...NYCs.DJ..WBLS..Dr.BOB LEE

Today..i will be sharing a story of inner city broadcasting..with one of my closest friend i ever known..like brother and sister.. tight with..we connected.. an all round..down to earth..loving ..cool and suave cat..it only took a great smile..dignified persona..and well driven attitude..to be an affiliate..while dealing with inner city broadcasting...from 1986-1991..i had the opportunity to become friends with a great group of gentleman..the radio station seem to set the pace for making things happen in my life..the station...107.5..WBLSwas turning the tables..playing hits that had me up and moving from good times to always and forever by heatwave...love was the answer the bands were kickin back then and well..i was out there..hanging ..with my children right behind me...of course..i had no company..back then..why??..i'll tell ya..they all wanted to get acquainted besides my future in front..as well as my access n life..lol..u get me..i had no time for playin games or givin time 2 house guess..unfortunately.. i was a very involved lady..back in da days..with radio personalities..i started going to all the parks..where they use to be..jammin and artist would be performing and i would be right in front..with my kids on my shoulders..where the crowd started to boogie..dance while the music was entertaining us..there he was...i saw him standing tall..light skin..like myself..with a smile that would melt a lady heart..i introduce myself..he abliged me.and that was that...it's been 23 years..we are hanging tough..with our children being around the same ages.. Shiheim..Shekira and Sheena..all such a beautiful family..he use to be on the radio 12 midnight to 5:00am in da morning..we use to talk 2 one another..while he would be on the air..having a great time..requesting slow jams..so as a result.. more shows came in our neighborhood parks..where i kept attending..taking the neighborhood kids..mine..everywhere..the station Bob would be appearing..the rest is history..Dr Bob LEE is one of NYCs biggest well-known radio personality..not only is this going on..he has a program which appears on the cablevision station here in BRONXNY called..BRONX NET.ORG a talk show with a lot of impact..it's been a long hard journey..NOT 2 MENTION HIS MAKE THE GRADEA+ SCHOLAR PROGRAM..WHERE KIDS GET THE OPPORTUNITY TO RECIEVE A COLLEGE SCHOLARSHIP..Bob has made the grade himself..a wonderful guy..good father and a champion..to all who knows his work.. he's an achiever..where he has given back to his people..I wanna thank u for being u..and thats the best at what you've become...a man with a mission..u Go my friend..u are my HERO..peace..GOD BLESS U..Create..Sheila..

EASTER definition..on Family differencesCREATE"S THEORY

~~~H A P P Y ~ E A S T E R~~~QUOTES~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My touch..what i gave of myself in times of want..need..felt as the dove flies in his source to find truth...love and devotion on it's way to the Lord..not be selfish..not tryin 2 escape life... eternal..create ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The animal instincts comes bringing gifts..shows love...nature.. from the heart sometimes barks..wears da sweetest melodies of love..da rose..his gift..carries 2 ya..where humans seek to find.. what should b practice..trained by his own master..create ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The only reason love has no feelin..is when u..go for the basket..where eyes got big....attacked..destroy those bunny rabbits..forgets his ass..due to your forgetfulness.. the other one..now is deaf..can't hear a damn thang..lol.. no supper for ya...i ain't mad at ya..i went to church...had my bread and wine..body and blood of Jesus..got home..started cooking saturday night..never a break for Shayla..isis..create.. family..all the time..oh but they helped me..i went to bed early last night..yeah..:}peace..Create.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEAVING .."U WITH SOME WORDS OF WISDOM"...FAMILY..FRIENDS..VIEWER Learn your family.. learn..when they haven't been around for years. learn..who they are to you..as individuals.. who are human beings..when distance takes a course in never knowing..your past...present future endeavours..knowing..it's not a fault when growing changes directions..but..a learning process..except the changes at will..without feeling it's a punishment..not to grow in wisdom think..but..growng in love..it comes with maturity..to focus..leave adolescence..leave childhood..and in that change..we must separate go our separate ways..explore our differences.. but always remain that circle of life... the only time..we speak with fork tongues.. feeling it's not your fault..not guilty..until the longrun..stopped u in your tracks.. takes u there..where speech wears thin..got nothing to say...where the mouth opens..showed you..it was not right at all..silence draws a close...ends what justifies love in life..as your blood..when it means something..then your missed. CREATE>>the title2b DISPLAYED as...poetry..love and forgiveness..

.HARLEM WAS ONCE HIS..(QUEENS NY)..BEAUTIFUL LADY

HEY..THIS WAS THE APPROACH.. it's like this....first the melody comes in...then your eyes start pretending..then..your heart start to racing..that first conversation.. where..u said hi..and i replied..what's up..how ya doing..a meet 2 minds uncertain..him..the suave..cool lyrics of slam jams..which captures your groove..it becomes the image of ways to expose..the heart get weary..the charm get leary..the cool wind surpasses anything lifeless but so smooth.. he writes ..whats it like..being in complete silence..without a mention 2 take notice..where he becomes..so secretive..and yet..explicit..out in da open as i place my keys in motion..where hands start to tremble..nervous he asked the question..what is your private fantasy..i look at his thoughts.. where writing comes with a..bump and grinding..i feel his flesh..warm to embrace..the love what pretends..it all begins with a sensual epitaph..the groaning sound of moaning grasp..taking me as it's rubs..it's dips..it clings on 2 my hips..goes down with the quickness..lowers his temptations..imagines me..the woman in his fantasies..where he strips..right where he sits..right before me..feels my fullness..wants me..as i want him..he ask..what are you wearing..i snicker..laugh...why is that important to you..he replied..come on girl..were not children..in the midst of mad foreplay..the words start to gain interest..my eyes see..when he looks at me..my responds was damn..what a fucking fine ass body..words could not express the feeling..although..he was a secret..and i was someone he never knew at all..as my thoughts became more inquisitive..he became lost and i became a mind with a conscience..wearing thin..acting like i was outta control..i wore him days and nights..i started to act like..it was real..i waited for this moment to arrive..he waited as well..the two were so good being long ago..what was hurting..i..had dreams of when..there could be..something..anything that would let him know..how i sex his world and he would howl..scream; having one another..i can hear the swishing of motion lotion..the liquid drawing..the hissing and kissing..the awwww.and ohhh of love making..i have this premonistion..where..one day my black pretender..will come to me..wither he be..tall...midsize..as myself..strong as he..long as his foot action..can play tackle and score..touch down...where is he now..what is he doing..is the writing still on the wall...is that number still in service..does he think about our love making..does he drift like i do..i can picture himself.. rubbing me right..where fingaz know no ways to stop the clock of movement..where is he now..across Harlem's ocean..in Manhattan...my pass..with another woman.. Harlem ..don't fail me now..i know it's you that keeps calling..when she's asleep...i saw the message on my page of visits..your face was my prove...Columbia university..held me so close and yes..i know what once was..i felt you..while writing me and suddenly..changed your mind completely..what does this mean.. i remember the dream..like you did..can it be..the summons compels u..to leave and bring back old soul 2 my Young heart..what heals and mends..mines broken.. from leaving me..for an homeless woman with a drug problem..oh well..i guess that's how..the earth revolved..mines stood still..i told you..where your love was needed more...God bless..Manhatten..68..i'll never forget..the way you loved me...on a phone..every night..until...silence came 2 a close..and now..i paused..goodnight..where my room becomes a sauna..i was your midnight special shined my ever loving light on you...all the way home..where morning..thanks for remembering closure..the end of our meeting..where i was left..drowning..silence ..MR S Whitmore..Create

what misunderstands..no one hears

TODAY..i took a look at character..i smelled a rat on my computer...a senseless.. example..to create a mess..what became just a thought process...what blames a certain concept of interest..not thinking how or what can destruct the whole day's activity...what..corrupts..taking you all over that subject..burring u alive.. like a creature of havoc..the torch which lights that speech..what becomes misunderstood...feeling like an asshole with no knowledge...no matter what you believe it's an act to console or help..as support...no matter what the attitude is..it's out of place..what your portrayed as..if you become the long distance with no voice to represent..i am a mouth..the air i breathe...it lowers airs expectancies to save the best intentions..but..sees life..u justifies as..a turn for the worse.. i am a person..human..what you gave me..i live like the swans of the lake..that guides me..the spirituality God gave me..the good of man/woman..has no notion.. become the distinctive mindset made..where i am God's creation..no snake or devil's response 2 dominion..but..wears a soul that shapes the core of apples left bitten..i am your blood relations..that beats me down..that wears my bones...just like i'm under construction..the identity...you know well..but depicts me as..no help..but a threat..can't see pass anyone positive...comes without a words notice..but..when i do represent..the eclipse forms..all over the sun..my life transmit..where frictions occurs to be dammed...the curse of darkness..where trials and tribulation looks at you...not me..as devastation..i am the love in hopes to keep your mind..i don't mean to impose..but..the dark which claims my soul..demands attention from you..anyone..not selfish ones...how can i be the comfort and peace..with goodness in my heart..the laws are not to challenge your anger..but justifies da misunderstanding..the world is falling around judgement..i'm a victim of persecution..where my words are documented..copied and listed as a case in court..the guilt hangs me as it's noose..i'm a close topic of choice...my sincerity finds me in rage..why??..the devil knocked..the door opened and the power of attorney..bites my butt..right in the neck of charity..sounding argumentative.. blindbehavior is not call for..as my heart fades into the sunset..sparks gave way to ugly attics..where you just try to set the record straight..with hostility.. forcibly feeling..like you've been outwitted..i am not what anyone can understand among the skeptics..lost individuals..seeking to find a way to help love as no stranger..but blood relations..without any call for mishaps..but 2 recover..a patron saint of approval..excuse me for living..support becomes the enemy...God help you..I've bitten off more than i can chew...you call yourself a righteous businessman..as u were...pleaseeeee!!!!!!!!!!!GOD..help...Peace..Create

NU-YAWK COMING AT YA..ZY COMING 2 A STORE NEAR YA

ZOOYORK..clothing is on it's way as i speak...hats..sneakers.. slacks..WELCOME TO WORLD THE GRAFFITI..THE ART OF THE 60-70 AND NOW....come get a taste of years living the east coast dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ZooYork is a style and social philosophy..inspired by the NYC graffiti art subculture in the 1970s originate from the subway or simply Zoo York was a hault of early old school writers hanging out with the hipples around Central Park bandshell in the late 60s-70s by graffiti pioneer Rapper Ali (Marc Andre Edmonds) of art soul artist..the subway artist gathered at the night Manhattan..the tunnel construction project ..which goes through Central Park from 1973-1974 extention of broadway..BMT line and sixth ave IND lines at 57th st terminal stations...just south of the city zoo..underneath the Zoo grounds and out..under 5th ave connection 2..recently completed 63st local graffiti line..local graffiti writers..boosting one another ..over a sheathed wall..climbing down into the tunnel below..inside ..where 4 sets of subway tracks..uptown and downtown(IND) and (BMT) created a subterranean Monkey house enviornment for invading street kids around..scrawling graffiti..where walls were tagged..the extinct ZooYork wall is prominently displayed on pages from..THE FAITH OF GrAFfItI..the 1974 photo essay book..a documentated by.. Mervyn Karlansky and John Naar..text by NORMAN MAILER (praeger Publishers) INC..check it out...peace Create

THE HOUSE SHAYLA RULES...CREATE'S~~p o e t r y

WELCOME...Your invited to my comfort zone of poetry..the room where NYC SPEAKS LOUD..passionate...harsh..bitter...in raged..in love.. personal..platonic..cynical..direct..to the point of breathing your air... what transmits from electric statistics..what blows horns..fights those enemies..correct those battles..which lays you out on tables and feeds ya lovely admendments..according to the bellies of laughter.. the sonnet of splender..what sends you home..a warm embrace...tendah moments..lyric leaves soring..takes a bow..thanks you..NEW YORK's >>BOWERY>> the clicks..clacks..where i be feelin the crowd..my second home.. feelin you..feelin me..with altos..seprano..tena and hip hop with class.. mello throat holds..that keeps u coming back for mo'..the rapsodies..with sexual overtones lavishly..drinks your tingling sensations..gently meets marqueritas and martini's..what ranks me..10 more fills in your glass.. flows like a melody..fortifides me..the club where i make it happen.. da place to be..join us..peace..Shayla..CREATE.. YA FEEL ME..YOU WOULD WANNA.. A TOAST..DA DRINKS ARE ON U..LOL..SIGNIN OFF..d:>)::*_*::(<:p.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ happy day in NYC..OUR stadiums are new&improved..seeya next week.. where...I'll be the story..at citi stadium in FLUSHING Queens... HAVE A GOOD SUNDAY..GOD BLESS

BINGHAMTON NY..ASK THE QUESTION: WHY???

One less cry..one less try..you take my life and then i die... you swept what was so selfish...heartless..demeaning..a sabot ore with ammunuition.. aims at good people..tried to make their life secure human beings...with a new found home..all over the lost of a job..what expires you..others had to suffer..whatever your life was.. compare to taking it out on another..for your speech dialect..no one comprehened..your soul had a mission..and it wasn't thinking..loner ..like they said the life you led..in and outta work...for no apparent reason..13 mothers children..fathers' baby girls..sons..happy families YOU..had no care in the world for..them..a future..living the chance.. to make it in America..learned a trade...off of some..planning that some dream...killing yours..totally innocence..he from evil..walks in and fires at all of his victims..wither or not..it's a shame and i am not where you are...but i know not..the life's outcome of wickedness but..if this continues to say..collide..in any way u see it..only the strong survives the massacre..when i say die...then were all in this together..CREATE..Sheila T Jordan..to all the the loveones of the thirteen victims killed..MAY GOD BLESS YOU.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (PSALMS 90:10,12,13).... THE DAYS OF OUR YEARS ARE THREESCORES YEARS AND TEN,IF BY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ REASONS ..FOUR SCORE OF STRENGTH LABOUR AND SORROW..FOR IT IS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SOON CUT OFF AND FLY AWAY..SO TEACH US TO NUMBER OUR DAYS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT WE MAY APPLY OUR HEARTS UNTO WISDOM..OH SATIFY US EARLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WITH THY MERCY..THAT WE CAN REJOICE AND BE gLAD IN ALL OF OUR DAYS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MEET ALICIA SALDENHA

MEET AND GREET TO MY BLOG "YOU TUBES NEW ARTIST" FROM THE UK..I AM FEELIN THIS WOMAN.. ~~~NO DOUBT~~~ Ms SOULSISTAH 100..AKA..ALICIA SALDENHA A TRUE QUEEN OF R&BLUES A SONGSTRESS THATS ON MY BLOGGER LIST OF CONTACTS WERE PERSONAL PEN PALS ..WHERE WE ARE EMAIL ONE ANOTHER ..NOW SINCE WE FOUND WE HAVE A LOT IN COMMON..WRITING..POETRY KEEP HER IN MIND..FOR YOUR NEXT GIG YOU CAN ALSO CONNECT WITH HER @ YOUTUBE.COM/SOULSISTAH 1OO.. REMEMBER THE NAME>>ALICIA SALDENHA.. ENJOY..PEACE...CREATE

SIGN OF DA TIMES/ WHAT OWNS YOUR KITCHENS &CLAIMS U / BESIDES YO"SOULFOOD

NEW YORK CITY IS IN AN UPROAR..it appears we have a chicken restaurant in HARLEM and in BROOKLYN..calling itself..Obama's restaurant..where the people of our fair city is on the break of radical protest..how does one claim a name.. as your own..the people are making a point..your not a black own commodity you move in our neighborhood..bank your earnings..wearing a smile..taking us by storm...where i live..thinking..it's the American way u live..in our hometown.. what Obama can do..using his name..the first African American president in office. thinking..it's a combo state of mine..marinate your place of business..your outta place..the title represent a president..he is a man you can be proud of..look up to..your feed with a license..as meals in mind..at the expense to gain black in a establishment..hospitality..at the price of his name..yes u might feel..it's what compliments dining..in good taste..but what honors a man with so much character we will greet him at our tables..support your stores..what brings the blacks in knowng all the time..profit looks like him..opens doors..to every Obama restaurant as your own idea..but we know that's not the chase..the war might end in Iraq..sending the man home..but not here..in the USA..someone should let the people who know..immigration..whomever they are..the people of our neighborhoods..are not deaf..dumb..blind or stupid..as long as theres a civil rights union..this is a racist act..using the president's name..to follow a plan..where strategy talk a good game..Obama is who we need for political gain..where your motives spelled his name..as your appetite for money in the ghetto..what congregates..what loves chicken..in a black man's state of mind..welcoming your conduct as the name on your awnings outside..this shows how ludicrous American patriotism is..our system should call civil rights leaders to take a stand..enough to cause the status quot here in this country..to correct what have to be..what looks improper to those that see otherwise..make it speak..where..we have the authority to make changes..in honor of our President..but..we really don't know what is excepted to people with another concept of interest or cultures all we do know is..it's done in poor taste...what caters to a lesson learning..finds alternatives to set the records straight..it's not a cause to release hostility or angry..with no knowledge of why..but the people that wanna be heard..need that time to send a message...using Obama's articular bank ground as your gain..is a mistake using a black man's creditability..his title as our neighborhoods..start for change when someone says it's OK to say ..yeah..why not..that's when i say..only if..your not banking in on my black behalf.. why can't i get paid..just my thoughts..exactly..in closing..who is in charge..no one's got a clue..what the hell is going on..check yourselves..like Lawrence Fishburne said at the end of Spike Lee Joints movie...school daze..~~w a k e~~u p~~p e o p l e!!!!!!!!Create

~~MANTLE PIECE POET~~WHAT GIVES BACK

i emulate like my showcase..where i make a tribute to..the hard.. sacrifice..where night calls my prize winning ideas..where the smiles of laughter greets your turning point of books..who i follow as my format where my lines of victorious signature..meets as it's audience..admiration of leaders..future writers..brings to mind.. a warm demand to display all and everything trans global..the peak of performance..where i place myself on a mantle piece of love exposed to the world..proud..royality becomes the gift from God..our master..chief of manuscripts unfold..opened to the public..i hear and obey life of what becomes poetry..spoken word..what indicate u and I..thoughts written down on paper..processed as a daily planner.. where i saw my soul..the essence sees vision cross paths..witnessed with my own eyes but..heard no sound..suddenly..outta mom's mouth..her lips were moving.. she was making conversation with me..after a hard day of work..where i had worked overtime..tired..when..my hearing disappeared..drifted in2 twilight..i ask..whats happening to me..i was so exhorted..mom lips were moving..the powers that be was leaving me deaf..like a deaf mute with a birth defect..the Lord had me try 2hear her..but..i still could not.. her voice was my eyes..where i tried to motion..something kept me from hearing..like a switch that cuts off energy. where light took a walk..suddenly a strange thing happened..i never ever experienced before..while she was looking at me...i was reading her lips.. where she asked..what's wrong..my sight started seeing writing going across her face..letters moving..like a composition in session..right before my eyes..as fast as a train in motion..i was scared...i ask my mom for a pen and a piece of paper..again..i saw her mouth move..but i still did not hear what she said..i ask again for a pen..when she could not find one..i proceeded downstairs to my room.. at that point i felt a poppin sensation in my eardrums..my silence was breaking..i found a pen and a memo pad..proceeded to write..but what!!!..i did not know..all i wanted to do is write for some reason..like i was being lured..i finished within an hour went upstairs to show my mom..at that point..i realized ..i can hear her voice..i had written a full page poem..yeah..i had dabbled off and on..but didn't think nothing of it..became a hobby of mine..when my mother read the poem..she replied..you wrote this when u went downstairs..is that why u wanted pen and paper..sheila?..of which..i answered..yeah mom..she asked..did u read what u wrote.. i said..uhhhh..no..i didn't..go and read your work girl..alone..before i left her..she made the sign of the cross in front of me..i had chills to go all over..said..you are..what God had answered for me..the continuation..why i never got to finish my gospel poetry being published..i never would have had the plack.. if it wasn't for my grandson..Russell..i never would have the plack from the library of congress..an award for coming in first place..with their book..showing my prize winning poem on the front of it..(wake up and live) the title on it... as..me..the owner..I'm blessed sheila and now..it's your turn..you will be the finished product..God passed the gift over to you..daughter..u must not stop..right after..i started writing everywhere..my son survived the 911..world trade incident...her plack and his united negro college fund plack..hangs side by side. on our dining room wall...the gifts..that what i believe..a life worth giving back..I've become her mantle piece poet...thank you so much mom..for life..my talents...my seed...where I'm making it for all of us..as well as my partner WORDSONGS..love you all..peace..CREATE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHRONICLES (16:11-12) SEEK THE LORD AND HIS STRENGTH.. SEEK HIS FACE CONTINUALLY.. REMEMBER HIS MARVELOUS WORKS THAT HE HATH DONE.. THE JUDGEMENTS OF THIS MOUTH..

THE POWER.. RAGE..A FIST CALLED..STRUGGLE

AS I GO ABOUT MY BUSINESS..MAKING A LIFE FOR THE POWERS THAT BE..ME AS THE SCARS OF BATTLE..ANOTHER DAY OF REVOLUTION..WHERE THE CLOCK TICKS TIME WAITS FOR NO BLACK..MAN ..WOMAN..THROUGH AIMING ..WITH ARMS IN POSITION..SPEAKS THE RIGHT OF LIBERTY..WHERE MY BACKS ARE ALL AROUND ME.. IPROCEED TO WALK TO THE PLATFORM..REACH OUT TO MY PEOPLE..WHERE THEY SEE A INTEREST 2 LAY FACE DOWN..WHERE GROUND FACES ME..I PROTEST MY HONOR OF BLACK..THE SKINS I WEAR AS ASSOCIATION..WHERE PRIDE CONSOLES THE FEUDING CROWNS..YEARNING TO JUSTIFY LIBERTIES AMONG IT'S TITLE..WHAT HEARS VOICES IN A JUNGLE..WHERE POLICE RADDLED NERVES..THE TARGETS..WILL BE ANNOUNCED.. THE LIBERATION ARMY..WHERE A FIST RAISED HIGH AS A STATUE..WITH IT'S COLORTO PRONOUNCE..A FURY IN RAGE..MY LIFE OF AN ARMY..FORMED AGAINST WAR.. WHERE THE NATION STARTS TO CONNECTS WITH THE WORLD'S POPULATION OF PANTHERS..ORIGINIZATIONS..WHERE..OAKLAND LEADERS UNITED ON THE STREETS OF CALIFORNIA..WATTS..CRENSHAW..ALL THE WAY TO NYC HARLEM..WHERE THE LIFE OFA SISTAH NAME..ANGELA DAVIS..FOLLOWED BY HUEY NEWTON..BOBBY SEAL..STOKEY CARMICHAEL TO NAME A FEW..UNITED AS..THE BLACK PANTHER PARTY..THE SYMBOL OF RESTITUTION FOR THE DEFENSE OF BLACK PEOPLE'S LIBERATION ARMY..THE CLOSEST CONSTITUTION WE AVE EVER KNOWN..DOCUMENTED..A NEGRO SCRIPTURE..WITH NO JUSTICE.. NO PEACE..2 EVER CROSS OUR LIFETIME..WITH THE MOST BRILLANT ACTIVIST EVER INCORPORATED..I RAISE MINES AS IT'S ACTIVIST..LONG LIVE THE LIBERATION ARMY.. TO ONE OF THE SMARTEST AFRICAN AMERICAN TO FORM A COALITION..DIES TOO YOUNG WE MISS YOU HUEY..~~~P O W E R~~ 2~~D A~~ P E O P L E ~~ C R E A T E

AFRICA//\\/\\//\\ IN RUINS//\\//\\// AIDS EPIDEMIC //\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\

TODAY..THERE ARE YOUNG GIRLS WHO ARE SUFFERING IN AFRICA..THE SPREAD OF AIDS IS RUNNING RAPID..ESCALATING BY THE MILLIONS..RAPE..CONTROL..POVERTY.. NO LOVE..HELP..AT ALL..AT THIS TIME..I WANNA BE YOUR COMMENTATOR..WHAT BECOMES THE WORDS ADVERTISED THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE...WHEN I LOOK A THESE GIRLS..SO FRAGILE..SO INNOCENT..WITH NO PARENTS..DUE TO GUNFIRE AND WARS ONGOING..MY HEART JUST DROPS IN MY LAP..THE LIL BODIES..WITH NO PLACE TO LIVE..WHERE CIVILIZATION IS SO DESICRATED..WITH NO PROPER FACILITIES.. HOSPITALIZATION..PROPER SCHOOLING..BATHING..MEDICINE FOR ALL WHO LIVES IN TOTAL KAYOS..WE AS A PEOPLE..SEEING DEVISTATION ALL THROUGH OUR LIVES.. EXAMPLE..THE LEVEES..IN NEW ORLEANS..SIMOLIA..THE WORLD TRADE INCIDENTS OF 93 AND 2001..GOTTA KNOW HOW LIFE CAN BE SO CRUEL AND HEARTLESS...THE TIME IS NOW FOR OUR COUNTRY TO STAND AND MAKE A CONTRIBUTION TO LIFE LIVING ON THE EDGE OF DISPAIR..AMERICA..ALLOW YOURSELVES TO GIVE WHAT U CAN IN SUPPORT OF THE WOMEN IN THIS CONTINENT..WHAT SUFFERS SUCH DESTRUCTION..WITHOUT THE NEEDS OF MANY WHO CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE..GO TO YOUR LOCAL AIDS RESEARCH CENTER.. OR CHECK WITH THE ORGINAZATION ON THIS PAGE:I AM A GIRL.ORG..REPRESENT.. TAKE A PART BECOME A WORTHY ADVOCATE..HELP THESE WOMAN..WHERE JUSTICE WEARS NO BADGE OR A CLASS ACT TO FOLLOW..OTHER THAN SLAVERY TRADE AND VIOLENCE 24/7 DAYS AND NIGHT AGAINST THEIR OWN WELL..JUST THINK...CHILDREN WITH NO CHILDHOOD DISCIPLINE..LEARNING TO GIVE OF THEMSELVES..BECOMING A TOOL OF SORTS..DOMESTICS..ABUSIVENESS..TRAINED TO LIVE IN FILTH..OHHHH..THE THOUGHT OF IT JUST TURNS MY STOMACH..POOR..GRIEVING..UNAWARE OF THERE OWN DEFENSES.. SIGH!!!I REST MY CASE..SUPPORT THESE GIRLS..JUST BECAUSE..THEY ARE... G I R L S ..GOD BLESS YOU..CREATE..