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

MY NIGHT AT THE COTTON CLUB

The night was spectacular..the weather was just right and the time..well; i got there too late..but i did make it for the entertainment.. i got to see my cousin recieve the awards...the people were all affliates of the Eugene Lawson Learning Institute..a very upper class..banquet..the food was come see come sah..over the head type.coutore..lilbits of odours..sparkling champagne..pink was my favorite and the clinking sounds of glasses. tasting..joy and laughter all wrapped up in2 one very nice affair..it was my time to go on..when i looked again..my name was being called..only to discover..my act was cut ..due to the time that the cotton club was running..we were suppose to leave at 11:30..when i get a whisper in my ear..i had to hurry..the affair was suddenly ending at 9:00..the time i arrived to end..i felt so bad..considering i was stuck underground on the subway..where my daughters were waiting for me outside in my daughters kia..she had been waiting for me an hour..while my other daughter was to meet us at the club after work..where she even got there before me..i was so hurt..ashamed i wanted to hide my head..like an ostrich in sand..but my couz was alright..i made it last..read Michael Jackson's torch song..the pleasure principle..pt II..and my tribute to JUNNIE..AKA..EUGENE.. after the ceremony..all his guest was awarded as well for supporting the students and facility of his INSTITUTE..I wanted more pictures to be taken..but to be blunt about the situation..my older daughter ...shatika was just plain mad and frustrated due to the time,,the money..wasn't satisfied with the whole night,,she had to travel from N.J..GAS MONEY...no time to enjoy the night..goes in2 the drama with me about some pics on facebook she didn't want me to put on..everything just got outta hand.. she very delirious about her family being on the Internet..due to the pedophiles and all..the bottom line..i felt bad all week..didn't rest..went to work depressed..so much for a happy ending for me..i recieved something in the mail from my cousin..you will see..what i am talking about on the front page of my blog..God Bless you all.. thanks for listening..peace..Sheila..Create

~~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

ANGER 2B MANAGED

I LIVE ONE DAY AT A TIME...Why does one take so much out on negative words and actions..labling me the force to be dealt with..where my soul beats anger..where a part of life..throwing stones and beating up on behavior.. you wake with the simplicity..calm..trying to stay away from negative outburst..what makes the day go all wrong..though your heart speaks out of love and bitterness..rips your feelings apart with no explanation..it's what God tells us ..this too shall past..where mistakes makes a pat to forgive and let it go..give it to him and hold yourself together..the days that we live are more devistating..where evil cries for a normal conversation.. Dear Lord..PLEASE help my character..restore my love..allow this anger to be lifted from having problems within this circle of fortune and release tension and pain within my body...gain back the love..where understanding can't get pass disagreements...in the name of Jesus..i ask that u change what can't be explained...i am my own woman..the structure built from seed faith.. what seems to break communication..what love shows no mercy..but wears a sinful reaction to how i explain..sheila ..what others say..it's how i speak..the way i say it..with no indication of how it sounds..keep me in your prayers ..My LORD.. save us from this war of words kept on going..i wanna live like everyone u gave life from there mamas womb..healthy..sttrong..mature a woman..loved from the time of birth..up to now..i learned how 2 pray...help make this go away..in your name..Christ Jesus..Amen....Create

ONE TOUCH OF MICHAEL

TODAY I AM OK...others found me quiet.. silenced..my head bowed..to a legend of POP..I TELL YOUR STORY WITH ME IN MIND... MY KING..u was driven through years of worldy contributions..a young man with a lotta ambitions..the earth keeping u from falling..loosing balance for absolutely no ways are u tired..but you've become a warning..what follows the family after The number 5 reign supreme among a kingdom full..nations with loveto give..a voice with music inside..acapella rhythm..which left the world speechless and destinct 2 be like MICHAEL..the arenas full of people smiling dancing to the tunes..where speakers vibrates..feet starts to move o the tune of beat it bad..thriller..smooth criminal..heal the world..human nature..i'll be there..touched by many..i only know..when i was growing into harmony and song a strong bind of commitments were followed by a throne..u see; i saw this phenomenal talent..I had a chance to touch his hand at MADISON SQUARE GARDEN.. in NYC..SUDDENLY..I began feeling so lifted..so light weight..the smile is all i've have been seeing..he left that feeling on me..i wore it for days and nights.. he did the moonwalk..the stage exploded..after the show..the doors where he walked out from their dressing room..i waited..there was a friend of mine who used to work there..i have to thank...THANK YOU ANDRE..MY Brotha..where ever youare today ..if it wasn't for u..Michael and i would have never got that close2 reach the smiles addressed..right in from of me..OMG that face..he was gorgeous..nothing changed at all..but something certainly was gained..i was his company for 5 mins..then it was goodbye..my friend..he called me friend..held my left hand and said..be back soon..don't forget..with those words..i hold to this day..as my song..the torch..i BURNED FOR THREE DAYS OUTSIDE IN YOUR MEMORY.as my fire OF LIGHT..which beans beyond your moon shining..dancing..up in the heavens he is the future i longed for to return..the message to all his fans..>LISTEN<.. THOUGH I KNOW WE SHALL BE AS ONE..IN ANOTHER LIFE..I'LL ALWAYS BE MICHAEL JACKSON 2u..on EARTH..A KINGDOM FOR HIS AUDIENCE..A SYMBOL TO REMEMBER AS LONG AS LIFE CARRIES MEMORIES..HOME IS WHERE..I'LL B THERE..WAITNG..WHAT DON'T CARE ABOUT US..CHANGES..IN 2 THE SPIRITUAL TREADWINDS..~~H E A V E N~~..LAST STOP...PEACE...LOVE is universal in the pretense..u MICHAEL..king...IN THE NOW..FOREVER..CREATE..MUAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TORCH SONG/ REMEMBERING MICHAEL

THERE THERE NOW..(Michael's VOICE)... this was to b expected...i see ya look up..with your tears enuff 2 float the worlds population of drought empty..what i care so much for..what would happen to us all..what i was all about ya know..the seas with it's tide to perform..like me with many memories I've given.i'm left as a trademark on your music box..i wanted so much to b the type of humanitarian for my kingdom..wearing unity..longing for your love & compassion..but..my realm spoke bitterness, I come 2 let these feelings subside wearing faces no one recognized..my own.. what I've become 2 u..talking..interpiding what tributes the side of life who understands what i been through..i call her the copy ..whats inside of me.. she followed my journey..where her pain watched what came today and yesterday drama..both laced with sugar cane and rhapsodies with my brothas and sistahs singing..supporting the dream I've become..when my world tours breaks the bank.. I stand..smiling..waving..this is where she finds me..we become one..the pain within what side herself..the image..lonely..changing what raised issues and try to compromise fault..after the air started to close and i died..no one knew... she still wears my image..I was a life..you once knew professional..but..I saw a chapter of me burnt..being the accused..my rep abused."Pedophile"..the bed friend of neverland..my island..where i cut all tides from growth ever 2 exist.. left a society accusing..with inuendoes..allegates..what reeks me as propaganda speaks with young in mind..demeaning me news fit 2 commentaries.. why does life beat on me..talks like i am your enemy..when all i gave you was talents surpassed..leaving the moon as your dance to incorporate years to follow..king of pop..when souls come as one family unit..I only described..my love..knowing..I was an outcast walking through fire of guilt being thrown by the media coming in for the kill..so with this..I say..speaking from the bottom of my heart..love don't live here anymore..i figured my face wasn't enough to satisfy the change delivered..what i looked like 2 the outside world..could not be helped..so i rest inside of who lives my pain..this writer is..a carbon copy of inner sides spoken..words I deliver..my final breath of fresh air..UNNOTICED ..Goodbye WORLD..family..I love you all..signed... Michael Jackson born..A life she holds on 2..AUGUST 29,1958...hers..AUGUST 23,1952.. IN CLOSE Proximeter 2US..Peace Brotha in the spirit..the pain is well lived.. born mutualllll..STILL..whats felt..long b4 I knew..I'll b there..I wear u.. like me...hurt..so i never can say goodbye, Instead..I say HELLO 2 neverland ..sailing..takes me away 2 where I'm the anchor2..ride the waves.. where my heart flows in wind..sharing a glove that represents PEACE ON EARTH.. WHAT WE ARE..***VIRGOS***..whats guides U2 what has always been inside of me.. the signs coming 2 a close..where I continue on..THE TORCHSONG..DEDICATION...(SAILING)..CHRISTOPHER CROSS..from me..(FACEBOOK) YOU TUBE..CREATE..SHEILA T JORDAN

AN ANSWER 2 PT II..IT'S NEVA TOO LATE IN Q?

I ANSWER DAVID CARTIER'S IT'S NEVER 2 LATE Now u know ya right at the center of controversy..how can i disapprove ..the light your so richly requested..remains the current conversations news..the point of no despair or humble beings with meaning 2 dispute your thought patterns ..with lessons willing to break down and convey your counter productive views on helping lives be more in 2 loving,in a nation that pores it's heart out,cries,begs for a truce.. continues 2 oversees abuse,never giving cause or final words,thanking God for the sins that we've become,no points in everlasting peace, avoids how you feel, ignores a life that's dedicates strategic commands..the limitations..immulates the rules like congress runs and escapes your reasons for new rules in legislations, moral ammnesty..burning candles for victims facing penalties and aftermath effects,left to disregard the needs for trial & error to discarriage what struggles 2 eliminate one another's lifeform, mother Earth,leaving time in a capsule 2 orbit space, human remains,what is the hell,is this what was meant for our civilization created, persevation,the evolution 2 remain cloned chemistry, happiness, lures common decency 2 fall by the waste side,commands it's man/woman2 bow down and battle for their country, with no knowledge to watch there steps walking close to land mines, from under your feet drama,what succeed everything to me has left to offer death, the only release,leaves no conscience or draw conclusions, desert, build 2 destroy complexitites, build, destroy mankind.a sign 2 complete battle,one 2 one whose ahead, repeats the trivias requested, be ask, the game not played, life as well, but the enemy waits patiently,the new chapter 2 succumb a brain2 control, take control pitfalls, make life uncertain, wears guilt on your behalf,names America for changes 2 come,phanatically overcomes our Nations fought, with death and crime right where we live..a precieved notion, no one will ever read in 2 our own defenses raising issues in our own neighborhood,terriorized, the mind waits whats told in promises,burns u alive in native tongue and dangerous threats for our young 2 b witnessing,whats challenges the tug of wars,third world bombards,where eyes wide opened,surrounds focuses,whats right in front of war colliding in American,,the beautiful,u think!!!!!!!!!!!!good willed takes it's chance on loving thy neighbor takes was given..leaving u no space 2 sign yourself back home,where you never left at all,signed you patriots, only in America..smiles..but at who?..peace..sheila Jordan...Create...ownership after name been given..now reads..MAYA..SMILING..I'VE BEEN IN HISTORY,KNOWN AS CECILIA..MEANING,SHEILA..ISLAM..SIMLIHAM..SHEILA,ARABIC,ISIS..EUROPEAN..CELIAH