When my soul longs 2 leave the eastern time zone behind..i dream to settle on
a continent..where the sun has no cause to wither and die..where
the trees..i see are from tropical beaches..standing at the crossroads of sweet
nectaur and colors of the sea..where rainbows shine down on my body never
leaves a call 2 dream..talking languages from all over the world...where lips
come together in speech..the jungle cries from natures laws keeping smiles 2
return my country..the sandcastles of related form..where I'm from..flowers as
the scent..wears what blossoms among morning dew..where i'm lured to make a sign
of the cross..look up to the heavens..with it's glorifed sculptures..whats shapes the map..forms clouds..white..floating..moving..to the direction..where bongos play..this is my kingdom over waters clinging so close from loosing..you..the depth..so i row and row that boat a shore..until the dawn breaks from letting you go..always thinking..but never forgetting..it was meant..without any apology spoken..written in script..not Ethopian..while i've emerged ..the child..u had
no time to get to know...my American background was painting a picture of years i have delivered to you..a dream in colors and found i am your african breed..the woman of the congo..with sculpture..lean..of beauty what escapes..where life took the time away from..minutes introduce to distance shore past..where my drums wait..what left a figment of what was generically enriched, a culture..the call of the wild reborn..finds her DAD..my prototype..whats been identified as, her native misbegotten seed, what was left abandon..is now found,king;her missing prodigy,a child left with, who am i 2 u..against their own will..deprived..but not neglected..finds his way home..a man roots becomes whats carried him biologically.. positively..da Diamond in the rough times..uncertain2 him and i..now settles on a piece of land..returns 2 his majesty..the Queen Rowanda..a city named after your
royal spirited replica..your DAIUGHTER..a guiding force lost..has ripened...the fruits of a continent restores it's plant owner..what fertile, grows with arms reaching out..extends it's hands..closes..with a kiss..where 2 soul no longer Parted...Create..Sheila T.Jordan
Thursday, July 2, 2009
~~THE BORDER I WEAR~~
When my soul longs 2 leave the eastern time zone behind..i dream to settle on
a continent..where the sun has no cause to wither and die..where
the trees..i see are from tropical beaches..standing at the crossroads of sweet
nectaur and colors of the sea..where rainbows shine down on my body never
leaves a call 2 dream..talking languages from all over the world...where lips
come together in speech..the jungle cries from natures laws keeping smiles 2
return my country..the sandcastles of related form..where I'm from..flowers as
the scent..wears what blossoms among morning dew..where i'm lured to make a sign
of the cross..look up to the heavens..with it's glorifed sculptures..whats shapes the map..forms clouds..white..floating..moving..to the direction..where bongos play..this is my kingdom over waters clinging so close from loosing..you..the depth..so i row and row that boat a shore..until the dawn breaks from letting you go..always thinking..but never forgetting..it was meant..without any apology spoken..written in script..not Ethopian..while i've emerged ..the child..u had
no time to get to know...my American background was painting a picture of years i have delivered to you..a dream in colors and found i am your african breed..the woman of the congo..with sculpture..lean..of beauty what escapes..where life took the time away from..minutes introduce to distance shore past..where my drums wait..what left a figment of what was generically enriched, a culture..the call of the wild reborn..finds her DAD..my prototype..whats been identified as, her native misbegotten seed, what was left abandon..is now found,king;her missing prodigy,a child left with, who am i 2 u..against their own will..deprived..but not neglected..finds his way home..a man roots becomes whats carried him biologically.. positively..da Diamond in the rough times..uncertain2 him and i..now settles on a piece of land..returns 2 his majesty..the Queen Rowanda..a city named after your
royal spirited replica..your DAIUGHTER..a guiding force lost..has ripened...the fruits of a continent restores it's plant owner..what fertile, grows with arms reaching out..extends it's hands..closes..with a kiss..where 2 soul no longer Parted...Create..Sheila T.Jordan
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