Monday, July 6, 2009

COMFORT ZONE

TRUTH BE SAID.... I was your resting place with no walls read..in silence ..i roamed from corner 2 adapt losing what edged my persona..from becoming the locked key in hotels& villages...carivans with straw canopies..lonely..deserted..becoming a new face.. all over again..what now is being issued as a clown...the very image of vision lost..outta touch..who walks..terriorized my life..talent left not knowing himself but..MJ..what whispers, unveils lifeless..with thousands of worldly transparent observors..speak..cold as ice..wears laughter underneath..i might break..like a piece of brittle..but life's burdens from whats hides truth..lies..kept quiet in secret..treated as a dismissal..whay before i'm gone...my remains..it's my shattered dreams ended..the journey has already left me it's useless pain..no benefits..a payoff..children becoming..the toss of a coin..determines who will be awarded when i'm gone..the segregate thinks only about the money..digested life signed documents read..found deep within my self afflictions..a human being made of flesh..with a heart so unsurpassed..incredibly astounding..turns to look back..where..skies had become my earth 2 reconcile..forgiveness..down on bending knees..crying..begging for an apology..reaching their hands out..spreads love a lil too late..when the third day I ascended..with my Lord..Jesus Christ..he carries me home to paradise..where i wear no names blamed ..no benefits left unclaimed..or love neglected..just a soul..where hearts scattered over villages & walls..hotels visits..a mark i left as what was tranquil and peaceful..the demise is now rested..forever & a day..you came(TODAY) to say goodbye...A PROCLAMATION 2 ACHIEVEMENT & STRONG WILLED...GIVEN TO..~~~Mr MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON~~~1958-2009~~when the heavens cried, a child emerged an adult with a plank from Congresswoman..Ms Sheila Jackson Lee.and mine you..I wrote this last night..had no idea he was being awarded from his own supporters..ain't that something..I added this after the service..instead of killings and target practice..he reacts as the gifts he receives as God's WORSHIP 2 counsel authority..the sounds of the TRUMPETS .where the sands of time emerged his arrival..where drums opened a Nation stompin..where the lights of performance left you mesmerized..with tears of joy and laughter reads where there is love..I'LL BE THERE..forever and a day...with my people of this Earth..PEACE AND MAY GOD BLESS U ALL..that's something..like Daja vue..scary..my reaction..I got chills all over me..that the spirit of GOD...and i don't play .when he speaks as the earth starts to rain down on us..rumbles..where silence is now going home..a golden casket..CREATE..Sheila T Jordan..