Wednesday, July 29, 2009

with countless hours of hard work..i was placed on this website as the journal.. with discreet..personal poetry interest..i played a mind..with all types of introductions..my titles to display as creation..the form potpourri..a selective combinations of trivia from comedy..drama..mystery..artistry and romance..but the best topic of all i am..is a lil piece of me..brought to ya by ..the plan 2 seek and you shall find..with no results..I owe it to myself to bring to lite a Topic worth the time and effort on my behalf..the pages..the focus..the smiles and in life..laughter of interests..without a doubt..on my behave..my time wears no face phoney..but to travel all through the websites..to find out about a place with no purpose but for visits..no words talking back shit on a boardwalk with sandcastles with many different elements to explore..cultures..until i met a method to avoid..it's called the game of chance..where i spin the bottle and release romance..what angle do i have to determine the outcome...dealing with frivolous comments concerning my behavior as a woman with class,Damit..Ebonics,Shit..Bronx.. you don't know me blk planet at all..delirious spokesperson.I'm none of your bullshit to wipe the soft tissue from your assess..subtracting to run away from..what avoids..the hard times and ignorance of being friends..jive ass lyrical marmalade..from the surface of my dialect..the biblical disadvantages..what can't become the baptized aftermath of 4play..the woman behind becoming..what had no intentions at all says..is what it is ..said and done..a thought greets a mind..no courage or potential..dedicated to a long lost friend..in like of themselves..I'm purpose in life..no plots or gimmicks..just a plan to stay out the way of lines rehearsed..written over and over again..a sucker born every day.. falling 4 it..CREATE..S T.Jordan..