BENEATH THE SHADOW..."READ"..
I become a epic tale..one with a love for silence, counseltation..
read..think,whats read.. i drift into motionless feed..fighting the forces..
where i built only on truth..but my life wears a mark..2 perpetuates my read..
with characters..i begin a story of love and mayhem..it starts off with a a lil
bit of tender moments..increase satire..as it's lonely cure from outta world
mischief and constant battles..when words collide..speaks with no definition..
i come to defy my own interpretation, my creation of literature..i wear sweet
altos and deep sopranos with feet to represent my stature, stands as a defense
mechanism,what lies beneath read,therefore i become the misleading subject,
the act in love poetry..i will change from time to time,not exactly like a
chameleon..to transform my way around wearing shoes like yours or an act to follow,i'm just a read, with proudness personified..where i become my words..
the angle in life's brutal tabloid..the business of telling fairy tales and doggiedog pantimimes..a face..whats reads escapism from stereotypes..but..
longs for the challenged read..the brutal aspects of first come,2 serve
me as it's zone, a wall to shut down critics..what wants to become what's
fresh..clean..hot off the press, copy of time life on a newsstand..the print
of the land..the eyes of many forming it's conclusions to whatever the read
becomes..i am it's holder..determining whether or not..honesty lives, through
the writers..the pen speaks and what your soul goes through in the aftermath,
to build one's character,the eyes of book sense..with a code of silence..but
bends down and kicks tale..for a few words that spells yo"life history..the
rules to live by...the claim..accused..whats exaggerated in the first place,a
lil bent out of shape..the read, an on going way to succeed with emotions..
with brutal after effects.what lives the tide..will lift any watered eyes to
be an exalted..the read..the hands that write a repertoire or a love story
with an ending..be it big or small..a drama of the first language..it speaks
my career..my plug can't change what thought processed for need of my talent,
you raise me..an issue..speak out..with tongues tied..as the read becomes your
front page news reports..now i'm confused,in this battle of respect..which one
am i using to gain a fortune..willing 2 compromise a living becoming a
reportorial to recognize the arts..living entertainment..your comments anyone..i though so...isn't that whats called..the pot calling the kettle..black..the
satire..same motives..no difference..the arts of entertaining you..as it's..POET..
sincerely yours...the..CREATE..peace..Sheila T Jordan
Friday, July 3, 2009
MY READ / THE BREAK DOWN
BENEATH THE SHADOW..."READ"..
I become a epic tale..one with a love for silence, counseltation..
read..think,whats read.. i drift into motionless feed..fighting the forces..
where i built only on truth..but my life wears a mark..2 perpetuates my read..
with characters..i begin a story of love and mayhem..it starts off with a a lil
bit of tender moments..increase satire..as it's lonely cure from outta world
mischief and constant battles..when words collide..speaks with no definition..
i come to defy my own interpretation, my creation of literature..i wear sweet
altos and deep sopranos with feet to represent my stature, stands as a defense
mechanism,what lies beneath read,therefore i become the misleading subject,
the act in love poetry..i will change from time to time,not exactly like a
chameleon..to transform my way around wearing shoes like yours or an act to follow,i'm just a read, with proudness personified..where i become my words..
the angle in life's brutal tabloid..the business of telling fairy tales and doggiedog pantimimes..a face..whats reads escapism from stereotypes..but..
longs for the challenged read..the brutal aspects of first come,2 serve
me as it's zone, a wall to shut down critics..what wants to become what's
fresh..clean..hot off the press, copy of time life on a newsstand..the print
of the land..the eyes of many forming it's conclusions to whatever the read
becomes..i am it's holder..determining whether or not..honesty lives, through
the writers..the pen speaks and what your soul goes through in the aftermath,
to build one's character,the eyes of book sense..with a code of silence..but
bends down and kicks tale..for a few words that spells yo"life history..the
rules to live by...the claim..accused..whats exaggerated in the first place,a
lil bent out of shape..the read, an on going way to succeed with emotions..
with brutal after effects.what lives the tide..will lift any watered eyes to
be an exalted..the read..the hands that write a repertoire or a love story
with an ending..be it big or small..a drama of the first language..it speaks
my career..my plug can't change what thought processed for need of my talent,
you raise me..an issue..speak out..with tongues tied..as the read becomes your
front page news reports..now i'm confused,in this battle of respect..which one
am i using to gain a fortune..willing 2 compromise a living becoming a
reportorial to recognize the arts..living entertainment..your comments anyone..i though so...isn't that whats called..the pot calling the kettle..black..the
satire..same motives..no difference..the arts of entertaining you..as it's..POET..
sincerely yours...the..CREATE..peace..Sheila T Jordan
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