OBAMA'S WAR..THE ATTACK BEGINS

TAKE A NOTE;..Mr President Obama<2>Mr.Glenn Beck..FOX NEWS..

Infancy..ur the beauty to arrive mortality.where your dreams become reality

what make an entrance..what becomes years before negotiations.. 2 protect

and serve issues..the white washing of hands.. fit 2 shake..a Nubian phase

and clairvoyant commends.. oppressed..beneath his origin..a face other than

black..where the sugar cane plantations and watermelon..cotton pickin

trademarks of depression..what initiated the Emancipation spared..by LINCOLN..

what opens up with a humble heart and written proclamation..the words..

we slave no more..breaks the darkness..2 verse the cause..I am the Infancy born

2 reconcile old times..shows the present..a mother and father of my breed..named

biracial tone..compared to some..i'm no guarantees..where Nigeria made us one..

the irony of decision.. the mockery of flesh meeting me halfway..while the other

still color codes my existence.. a face painted..the Joker..played..a puppet on a string

mentioned in the media..the pale face..the educated Harvard Grad..the Columbia

University major..AFRICAN blood..past down through generations..our legacy..

invented strong arms..steel driving male figures..lifts his anvil..commence 2 b the

force.. medal tracks the road crossing..I built..leads us to victory.. i become a man

u tribute..his times..lifestyle of Infancy growth..what builds your land..your crops..

your interest as tools..freedom..it's creation..keeping us in line from tongues

beaten off..with no rights 2 pronounce myself proud..our prayers are answered..

a master plan.. but Born's me slave,before I am known..a king strong..bold remains

the bars held in contempt..still as your President..pleads to be free..holds Obama..

as racism himself.. your Capital white house elect.. yet u don't stop blaming..

what contradicts stereotypes.. the likes of patriotism down in history..what saw a

right and wronged it..try to help a hand..but turns it's back..what killed freedom..

wearing a tall hat..signing a peace treaty. change the face of colorlines and unity.

but majority had other things in mind.. John Wills Boothe..The assassinate..

relative of Glenn Beck..talking from his telepropter himself..dreams our people jeopardized..

becomes the culprit in the media..THE PROPAGANDA comes your way..

ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S SIGNs..What never came today or otherwise..freedom 2

walk away...A legend takes a step back...forwards his past..OUR skins calling it a truce...

No matter what it takes..white inside black..or visa.versa..the call to keep confusion

lives...no matter the caused 2 effect..slavery finds u guilty ..the penalties for

hypocritical oaths..being blackballed by this asshole..racist himself..another

way of saying ..get my black ignorant..undeucated..out..what got me

degrees of liberal magnitudes and hired someone with a beer binging ..makes

mistakes just like any human being.. his ethics are a disgrace to all white people ..

I wear as my trademark of my mother..an equal of sorts.. Democrat..your

ENEMY..what changes everything throw me outta the white house..

OVER MY BLACK BODY...whatcha gonna do....be like me...i think not..can't..

I am what u wanna be...President..thats spot is already taking..

yours truly..Barack Obama..have a nice day...Create...u know

POETRY...THE..THE RHYME..REASONS OF..

MY THOUGHTS... The nature of what occurs,has it's following..in terms of listening,observing..flava..the taste of words and it's theory to plug in what's ready for your audience interest. keep the faith..doing is the key to writing in full circle and not backing out..saying..that's the breaks..become a wreck with no mind left to meditate thought..don't stop.. Create.sheila T Jordan.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As a poet and writer of such..whats grabs u up and shakes the inner spectrum of life..becomes the relaxed state of mind,what bed of comfort souls embrace to knowledge ones escape..find the words to say and the end to measure what makes sense..baffles some,but gets even with the skeptics..what shakes the barrier sound and vibrates your form..the charm of love one moment to the roar of monarchs.. the kings and Queens of hip-hop..and if i rubbed you a lil informative and chase your dreams of poetry inside what becomes ordinary..why lyrics finds it way to your heart and soul..what bares your love and makes it worth the wait in times missed..DESIRE..a kiss goodnite..writes..happily ever after..take a bow..Creativity..Ms Sheila T Jordan

Hudson River Park, 2009 Summer Events, NYC - New York City

Hudson River Park, 2009 Summer Events, NYC - New York City: "Blues Barbecue Fest Sunday, August 23 from 2:00 - 9:00 pm Awesome Blues + the City’s Best BBQ. HUDSON RIVER PARK’S PIER 54 14th Street and the Hudson River – Meatpacking District This year’s Annual Blues Festival promises to be better than ever featuring the hottest blues artists. While you enjoy the music amazing local BBQ restaurants will sell their specialties. Enjoy the sights, sounds and smells of this premier Hudson River Park event. Note: When this annual item first began there WERE fireworks...unfortunately that's stopped in the past year or so. Let's see what happens this year? MoonDance At Pier 54 on Sundays 14th Street and the Hudson River – Meatpacking District" this is where I'll will be celebrating my birthday for anyone who will be in around THE AREA on this day.. come and enjoy my BORN IDENTITY...IT WILL BE A BLAST... meet and greet..have a good time..hope to see you there PEACE..CREATE..SHEILA T.JORDAN

MAYA ANGELOU'S TRIBUTE TO MICHAEL JACKSON.. WE HAD HIM

Beloved.. now we know that we know nothing now that our bright and shining star slip away from our fingertips.like A Puff of summer wind. without notice our dear love can escape doting embrace to sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon in the instant that we learn that Michael is gone,we know nothing no checks can tell our time and no oceans can rush our tides..with the abrupt absence of our treasures.. though we are many,each of us are we are achingly alone..piercingly alone only when we confess our Confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us,,and we did have him.. he came to us from the creator..trailing creativity in abundance..despite the anguish of life..he was shearted in mother's love and family love and survived and did more than that..he thrived with passion, humor style.. we had him..whether we knew who he was or did not know..he was ours and we were his we had him.. beautiful..delightful our eyes.he raked his hat..a slant over..his brow and took a pose on his toes.. all for us and we laughed and stomped our feet for him we were inchained with his passion.. because he held nothing..gave us all he been given Tokyo..beneath the Eiffel tower,in Ghana's Black Star Square..in Johannasburg and Pittsburg in Birmingham..Alabama and Birminghan England..we are missing Michael Jackson..but we do know we have him and we- are the world..

"“It is God himself who has made us what we are and given us new lives from Christ Jesus; and long ages ago he planned that we should spend these lives in helping others” (Ephesians 2:10 LB)."

LIFE: War And Conflict-Civil War - Hosted by Google

LIFE: War And Conflict-Civil War - Hosted by Google: "Buy framed image War And Conflict-Civil War Portrait of Taylor, a black drummer boy, 78th Regiment, US Colored Infantry, during Civil War. Location:US Date taken:1861 Size:758 x 1280 pixels (10.5 x 17.8 inches) Related images:More Search LIFE Images: Labels:Taylor, Army, 78Th Regiment, Wars, Armed Forces Personnel, Us Civil, Music, Units, African American, Children, Us Armed Forces, 1860sView full size"

I RATHER PUFF A EL PRODUCTO

The class was in session,I grabbed a hold of my ElProducto..I commence to blow.. with a mellow flow..I lie Low in complete control..the smoke carries me through make believe..a village with time on it's hands,where I drift..into tunnel vision..the room starts to spin..light years away from what starts to make itself the habit I know nothing about..the water starts turning to wine..the taste has no flavor or guarantees..whats spinning outta yo'mind.. bottle tops and groups of ex head baggers..performs the hill street blues theme song..while i forget my name..rank and serial number to dutch..2 master..sons and daughter alike..where theres more than that came from..where we get lifted..where I fly..sore like a bird in the sky..sniffing what takes another hit..kicks ass..now I become the lace for crack parties..dancing to your body feeds me..so..let's get with the program.. taking that hit..completing that urge..what attempts splifts 2 repeat..what knows ain't right..so what makes believe..I get high..play right along on a case and point..the victim..whose wrong and release a cig instead of a mind being fried..scrambled..served in times of trouble..I know not what i'm doing...but know what i'm doing..am I forgiven or does the hit still play 33/3rd..the sound of music backwards..satanic boost..telling..the high..it feels good..more than a reason 2 clean what's sober..a head of it's time..be fore it's over..b laced..blow it all away..WOOLEY BLUNT..no thanks..I QUIT..CREATE