DIG~MEN~TA~TION

why are u checking me..like some journalist..now let me tellya something.. life knew no likes of class..this high heaven..blessed as his gift..in your neck of OMG..OH..MY..GOODNESS..where..southern u know where...you took one look.. followed me through my dig-men-ta-tion..where i had no explanations..WHAT SO EVER.. my common sense 2b reported as degrees..owning this man iknow..yourscrutiny..u.. back and forth..all up in my business..ethics..face approval..breathing flesh..wearing..what speculated..transmits..as your frequency..what creeps news..where my conscience left you no allowance or tax payer's dollahs..I'm just a one word phase..woman with a dream..i run..i think..i comment..i draw blood.. just like you do..knows me..i think not..i'm the image poetry recrium..da masses u can't be about..loves tolstoy..Baldwin..Hughes Nikki..BEBE..Sonia..Walt Whitman.. where i dig the soul of lines talking chapters in their books..what grows beyond memory..drifts in silence..although..he feels my thread..what fibers wear the discomfort of comfort mending..after brush fires makes it's performance..breaks through..derogatory scripture..entitles the love to tamper with my jugular vain.. in pain of distance..having fun..where closeness aims near2 da heart..what involved in stolen moments..fumes.. hostility..a major defect u occured..so now the chase is on..what wants..what feels..don't give a damn..beauty might drove him 2 wild out in da open making it's way all along..but..i had this in the palm of my hands from day (1)..I am his QUEEN..adversary..business ONLY..feelme..TEAZER..It's a secret..lol u played..on the web..got called just sex..u think..betta ask..--->CREATE..where beauty is in the eye of what..DICK->TAKES his..THE BEST COUNTER PARTS..ARE MY FRIENDS...MANNNNNNNNNNNNN..LOL..WOMAN..2Fbbbbbbbbs..

OFF DUTY POLICE OFFICER DIES WITH NO MERCY

On Thursday night..in Harlem NY..a 25 year old police officer..Omar j Edwards was on his way home..he headed to his vehicle..was a break in..the car window had been broken into..there was a struggle..while an on coming patrol car with fellow officers witness what was happening..where they thought the officer was the perpetrator..open fire..shooting Mr Edwards twice..once under his arm and another to his chest..where he died an hour later..such a travesty..what i don't understand..why is it always the good who dies young in pursuit of justice..black..doing his job..off duty after pulling a 9to5..clocks out..while minding his own business...law biding..thinking he's going home to recuperate another day of serving justice to protect the innocence..he becomes the target.. by his own fellow officer..with an itchy trigger finger..instead of getting out of the vehicle..run..on pursuit..to the seen of the incident..where the officer sees his firearm..knowing something was wrong..proceeds to get the weapon down..where..Mr Omar Edward could identify himself by flashing his badge..respond by yellin..i need backup..where the results left..one more life..no justice..a young man black is once more..mistaken..the victim...GOD BE WITH HIS FAMILY..Rest in peace..Brotha Omar another 1 down..don't make no damn sense RECRUITERS..Just tryin 2 make Dollah..outta 15 cents..no chump change..the price u pay for living right and die trying..PEACE..Create..Sheila T Jordan

THE SPIKE IS AT IT AGAIN..AMOS/ANDY..TYLER'S COONERY ON HIS SHOWS

Spike is on the attack again..this time it's Tyler Perry's shows..leaving an adquired taste of old mammy yokum's..black amateurs taking us back...where.. in his term..coonery life style of Amos and Andy segments from the late 50s.. early 40s era..resembling how blks in television used mixed humor with black speech patterns living in the past..this type of discriptive act..is just an example..why TV displayed an image that depicts a mockery of our people..i know the concepts of editorials,,where the media can deploys our roots to look ignorant..destroy the dignity of good entertainment..although..i 2 find the scripts of Tyler..a backstep 2 a new criteria developed..for instance..where the children sleep in the same rooms..disatifactory..i realize this 2 becomes the problem for people who comes from poverty..lives poor..disadvantaged with a poor lifestyle..but..this is a family..they have their issues as well..but.. lets be real..this is a fireman with a beautiful home in ATLANTA..not looking so deprived to me..the lil girl is too grown..talks like a grown woman..not an adolescent..if i had my kids growing up like that..they would be raising me.. and i quote..enough said..gotta agree..the show can change a lil bit..as least yo mommas not taking no mess..she a mess..lol and Curtis..well i got to say..i just love that Teddy bear..with a six pack of thickness dig him lots..healthy.. my thang in a bodytype..he's the cats meowwwwww..lol..Tyler reads his characters from the family he indentifies with..his own..so alot of his writing is what the hustabulls are not..real..thats what Mr Spike is trying to indicate..life wasn't all upstanding and rewarding..back in da days..say. ohhhhhhh ANDY..wat i'm gonna do now..the english language has come a long way from this type of breeding..the year..is 2009..the topic is literature..english speak withwhat u learned from school..not..what keeps reacurring..just because it makes a joke or represents..where ya come from..no sense at all..holding on 2 past tense..Peace..CREATE...Sheila T Jordan. We so..(Radical)direct and 2 da point..Spike Lee..YEAH!!!!!!

THE REASON FOR SCRIPTURE and the cross you wear..what bares your life as a medallion...the days ahead of your honorable stature..believes as a whole.. you will not say ..i am the jewel..the conditions..the symbol to protect.. unless change is the true meaning..while in transition..from old to new..what clears your understanding..what tried your lifestyle..as a world without meaning. for the word..the bible..to humble your transgressions..believe..YES..believe.. life is a turning point of renewal..2 improve thoughts..wear IN GOD WE TRUST.. where the love for this generation..lies in contempt of..a soul given..your destination..real..the Lord..our sheperd..the beginning..2 your end..lives.. like JESUS CHRIST..time with limits..u have no control of when the R sings BELIEVE..i trembled..i sank in my own skin..just to think a soul what been given manipulates his/her own.life to live forever and gain wisdom..2 know thyself..through da struggle..what walks in the path of righteous seeks his counsel...becomes the survival..the shape of a CROSS..your creator's~SACRIFICE~ even after the storm saved you from the forces beneath you..as his kingdom.. a life in ruins..what took a black man..to set the course 2 transcend..let us see that even in the hour of mercy..pain and disbelief..Idols are no worship.. but 2 forgive is everlasting..always a new world..crossed..the pendant of peace.. GODthe father..i give you my love..in the name of JESUS..HAVE MERCY ON ME.. THE R K SINGS..BELIEVES..THE FLIGHT IS YOUR LIFT..WHERE THE LANDING..COMES with past mistakes read..he writes..what is..how it was..and what 2 forgive.. after..the storm shook his nightmare..he kept the Lord as his Medallion..gives back..while finding his way in life..thank you R KELLY..U WAS FORGIVEN..AMEN.. PEACE..WHAT CROSS BARES..FUTURE OUTLIVES..KNOWLEGDE MISSED..A LONG DA WAY..CREATE..MUAH!!!!!!!!!!!u R blessed

Welcome ..from the neighborhood..Sonia..Sotomayor

NYC..is so proud..President OBAMA has elected for U.S.SUPREME COURT ATTORNEY..Ms Sonia Sotomayor..a Bronx born latino candidate...now i can't help but to take a step and add my 2 cents in..when i too was born from the Bronx..where i grew up living there until i was going on 11 years old..that's when we packed up and headed out across the Whitestone bridge..into QUEENS..south ozone park..Where my dad and sister Camella bought our home...but i still have family in the Bronx..near the very area Ms Sotomayor grew up and went to Cardinal Spellman..thats a catholic school..probably if i was to stay in the Bronx..that would be where my mother would have sent me..i went to St Anthony on prospect Av..for 2 years ..then i attended pupil schools there after..but..we have a old neighbor from back in the days..elected SUPREME COURT JUDGE..I can imagine the boro going crazy considering the population of Puerto Ricans in NY..some Live in the Bronx and Mahattan and when they have someone in their nationality be honored like this..they party all day and night..i understand..REVEREND AL SHARPTON was preparing for a celebration today in support of sotomayor being elected...so..let us start preparing ourselves for the next U.S.SUPREME COURT ATTORNEY FOR PRESIDENT OBAMA..The choice was the right one..indeed..with all her credits under her bent..she was recommended by democratic as well as republican..Clinton and Bush were both in favor of her abilities this will be her 3 term as judge..good luck and best wishes to u...MS SONIA..GOD BLESS YOU...i admire your excellent achievement and intelligent hard work..YALE..Princton...woww..Prestegious..wonderful resume of approval on your honor..I'm proud to share my neighborhood as your home state...CREATE..Sheila.T Jordan

MIKE TYSON FAREWELL 2 LOVE LOST..HIS DAUGHTER..EXODUS

It's with our deepest sympathy and devotion..that we send out condolences to the man with many hard times and conflicting circumstances for years.. when counsel proceeds to send a messages in times of struggle..working it's ways..actions for a long periods of time..whether it was going to court.. battles in the ring..or dealing with the media..adding on 2 his ex..Robin Givens..speaking out about the abuse...This brothas antics locked him up and left him totally outta control..without having his Platonic mom or dad to raise him personally..he was adopted..life was like a spinning top of pain and disciplinary issues..he lost his sister back in 89..where i use to live right across the street in Hollis Queens NYC..202st..she was his adopted sister.. valerie..I remember them taking her body out the house..they had her funeral right there..everybody witness the funeral percession..where he was the pall barrer..this brought back memories to that day..now..how does ones trial periods remain to haunt them once more..this guy has so many unhappy events to ever crossed his path..u help be 2 cry..with all that was mentioned..the anger management..i 2 am familiar with..with my son..it's not an eazy thing to live with..i hope if u ever get to read this..u will know..a sistah was thinking aboutyour lost..EXODUS...HOW CAN I EXPRESS..WHAT THIS MEANS 2 ME..what gonna remain empty ..where i look in2 your bedroom..where your gone 4ever from sight.. how does life..leave me again..wethers it's from a closed capture of love give n from God..a fond farewell..what arrived unexpected...i can't bring u back ..my dear sweet princess..where..Gods hands has told me..tells me..it's alright now..i am in charged..tried to explain 2 daddy..she is with me now.. where mischief and play time failed life being young and curious..for the penalties leads one into a world of many explorations..signs and wonders will follow..never in your wildest adventures being a parent..claims a life so gentle..with many years 2 come her way..God seen fit..whatever brought her back home sooner than what is believed The Lord..is the truth..the light and the calling where Exodus...i not 2 far behind..where i'll seeya soon...forgive me..i love u..forgive me..Daddy..Mommy and brotha will always love you..sad..while i write the tears around me also lives through pain..i know how he feels now..to all of the tyson family members..I shine with the holiness..as a breeze flows all through my soul..u got me feeling lifeless..and yet my spirit controls my destiny 2 fly..like the wind in flight..like a 747..my body sores..like im it's direction..i catch myself drifting..without a reason 2 return 2 earth..the Lord said,,my days were just 4 lil while..so until then..i just say goodbye..Daddy.. mom..and big brotha..I will see soon..so b happy..don't cry..days are numbered.. like the hand on the clock..the departure of life..crossing over 2 da other side of heaven..thats where i'll be waiting for u..i'm in good hands now..goodbye.. A CONVERSATION FROM DADDY..TO HIS BABY GIRL...GOD B WITH U..REST IN PEACE FROM...Create....Sheila T Jordan...

SYNCHRONIZED LOVERS

Today..i was given a poem from one of my friends on stumbleupon..his name is David Cartier,,i am kinda mistified..why would this gentleman b sending such a very personal poem..of which I indentified with..it's so scary..it's like he's sending me a message..of what he has already felt about me..mmm..he's a writer of poetry as well his work is on..AUTHSPOT..He's been sending them for about 3 weeks now..what has me to think..he's a missionary..i read one in particular..it's about when he went to Africa..saw the people with much devistation..living with life so poor and brutal..i guess he's been reading my poetry..because he states..thank u for understanding we are alike..so in the process of learning his mind..i got a poem from him this morning i was shocked..this is what he said: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just because u cannot touch..doesn't mean u cannot love.. 2 hearts..beating as one though very far apart..will love reach them both..how can there be different..as lest as it seems..yet..hearts still beats as one girl..one boy..from different lands..the battle can b won..lie awake and gaze up high into the moonlight night..and realize that very same..our dreams will still burn bright..for when 2 hearts beat as one..nothing can stand in there way..true hearts always conquer distance and i'll wait here every day..Yes.. i'll wait here every day...by David Cartier... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here's the answer to what he wrote: (ME) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the path has enough to stand..break hearts so settled.. where mines has given up at all cost..where..my pain waits for no man..what gave the love to someone near..not far.. even though..i stll dream and dream and dream about the distance..where shores able body 2 drink the pleasures of him and i..when my eyes witness too much exposah in like... so i'm told..where paradise tempted my heart..it's a thing of the past..even though..when i take a look..just one.. my soul locks in his embrace..to wanna kiss..lick his whole anatomy..from head 2 toe..though it hurts like hell..i just think thoughts of forever and after a day of make believe.. it gets more frustrating..so i said politely..fuck it..the touch i can'i reach..but been in love for a long time..with silence..as it's speech..where i am the past poem written.. and my love gave up time drifting..engaged with a woman.. knowing who she wanted..needed..made her smile..can't keep going on with somewhere..when..the trip is not worth someone elses heart. in times being met..yours..leaving..saying goodbye meaning..i don't ever wanna..so i let it go..anyway..gave it 2 God..the rest is history..what was deep..I wear those rhymes.. would u b my lawful wedded writer..YES..WHERE I REPLIED..I DO.. I was disappointed..must be a firm hand..with a line that rings true..life goes on..so i keep my word..still writing..still thinking...i never had a chance at all..lol..the jokes on me.. hope it's for keeps..mines was..sorry if i went through your poem..without a thought of u at all..took me there..but led me elsewhere..forgive me..PEACE..SHEILA JORDAN..CREATE

WERE AFRICAN-AMERICANS AT IWO JIMA

Sixty-three years after U.S. forces vanquished the Japanese and planted their flag on Iwo Jima's Mount Suribachi, the remote outpost in the Volcano Islands is the focus of another pitched battle. This time, acclaimed film directors Clint Eastwood and Spike Lee are engaging in verbal warfare over the verisimilitude of Eastwood's two films about the epic clash, Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iwo Jima. Lee has claimed that by soft-pedaling African-American contributions to the battle, Eastwood is misrepresenting history. "Clint Eastwood made two films about Iwo Jima that ran for more than four hours total, and there was not one Negro actor on the screen," Lee said at the Cannes Film Festival. "In his version of Iwo Jima, Negro soldiers did not exist." Eastwood's counter: "Has he ever studied history? [African-American soldiers] didn't raise the flag," he said. "If I go ahead and put an African-American actor in there, they'd say, "This guy's lost his mind.'" Eastwood also told Lee to "shut his face," prompting Lee to amplify the racism charge: "[Eastwood] is not my father and we're not on a plantation, either," he fumed. "I'm not making this up. I know history." History, as it turns out, is on both their sides. Lee is correct that African-Americans played an instrumental role in World War II, in which more than 1 million black servicemen helped defeat the Axis Powers. Those efforts include significant contributions to the fight for Iwo Jima. An estimated 700 to 900 African-American soldiers participated in the epic island battle, many of whom were Marines trained in segregated boot camps at Montford Point, within Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. Those soldiers were restricted from front-line combat duty, but they played integral noncombat roles. Under enemy fire, they piloted amphibious truck units during perilous shore landings, unloaded and shuttled ammunition to the front lines, helped bury the dead, and weathered Japanese onslaughts on their positions even after the island had been declared secure. According to Christopher Moore, the author of a book about African-Americans' myriad contributions during World War II, "thousands" more helped fashion the airstrips from which U.S. B-29 aircrafts could launch and return from air assaults on Tokyo, about 760 miles northwest. Hosting that air base, Moore says, was Iwo Jima's primary strategic importance. Eastwood's portrayal of the specific battle is, if narrow, also essentially accurate. Flags Of Our Fathers zeroes in on the soldiers who hoisted the U.S. flag atop Mount Suribachi, and this task, memorialized in a famous staged photograph, was accomplished by five white servicemen and a sixth, Ira Hayes, of Pima Indian descent. (His other entry in the Iwo Jima category, Letters from Iwo Jima, is told largely from the perspective of Japanese soldiers.) Eastwood is also correct that black soldiers represented a small fraction of the total force deployed on the island. That argument doesn't placate Yvonne Latty, a New York University professor and author of a book about African-American veterans. Black soldiers "had the most dangerous job," she says. "If you were going to show the soldiers' landing, you'd need to show [African-Americans] on the beach." In Flags of Our Fathers, which shows the landing in significant detail, African-Americans appear only in fleeting cutaway shots and in a photograph during the film's closing credits. Moore lauds Eastwood's rendering of the battle, but laments the limited role accorded to African-Americans. "Without black labor," he says, "we would've seen a much different ending to the war." The original version of this article stated the servicemen who raised the U.S flag over Mount Suribachi were white. One of those six, Ira Hayes, was an Arizona Pima Indian...STORY..CURTIOUSY OF TIME MAGAZINE...(MEMORIAL DAY EDITION)

THE CHANGE DID COME

the house of gables..the life of labor..where i see old trees..the branches I wear planted..i work around the clock..with splitters..sores.. badly beating..while chasing the moon at night..what swelters me hot.. in the day time..where my feet aches..burns from standing all day long.. working my fingers to the bone..i know I'm worthy 2 receive a better lifestyle..the possibilities of becoming a brand new state of the union.. addressed by OBAMA..SHOWS MY PRODUCTIVITY..left ..no talk..left 2 obey what was just a miserable life..scorned..with time for no man..building my home..what ables me to use what belongs mines..but u criticize.. your evil 2 attack..2 form mass confusion..where white be the Capital..what left me thinking..will there ever be a tomorrow in the WHITE HOUSE..the likes of living a mark on government soil..but for now..I transpired..look at the brutality embarked..as a lifeless tree..whats built..on the masters land.. excuse me..what i build..instead..i'm the broken down dirt..what's given as our white house..shaby..a cabin with no pride or liberties as it's jungle fever..what i was worth to bridge the gap between me as skin..united by his company..i be separate from normality..a choice..decides where i sleep..live.. rest my head..where I'm no poster child.. what reads help in need..I'm nowhere u want me 2 be..as Capitol..the tree of life disowns what is bodily.. da labor.. broke..where u can see..whats obviously unclaimed..piece of work..left on the bargaining table..the house of Gables..where a farm house becomes shelter.. whats broken down..like our brothas and sistahs..what I be the one unidentified branches keeling over 2 die..no interest..2 invite approval..as it's white house..changed..OBAMA..dethrones the wicked system..I'm now many rooms with the floor leveled 2 stand proud among principles..never looking back..the topic was a house..in times of struggle..blames no man 4 retrospect..the times invested on our thrown..has now become..color codes..where the two votes..made your minds up..and..here we are 2009..a house that wears both legs to stand on..not gone with the wind..where GABLE..stood up..packed..left it all for OUR CHANGE IN OFFICE..44TH CELEBRATION..to b recognized down in history..THE TIMES WE LIVED IN RUINS..to shape the globe of pasting freedom..through opportunity..Name the united states of America..a clause..in need 2 finalize what is..no white house as it's split decision..Whats was old and delapedated..Gable is now..a future left up 2 you..Peace..CREATE

TUPAC's POEMS// A MEMORY

Although..these legends appear to be away from sight..God takes those home..who had a vision to be bless on their journey as entertainers.. the truth is Tupac had a dream one day he would rise to the occasion a king of many admirers..one of which articulates the lyrics..gave us his life and times as a writer..poet..actor.. all the above..he spanned the globe a genuine prophet..no one knew how close to God he was..i truly believe from reading his book a Rose That Grew From Concrete was a way life knew him only as hip-hop..but gave millions love from the heart.. he cared..a lot..the life he knew would surely played in 2 hands dirty..but..drew no close..If Tupac was alive to this day..nobody can tell me doors were open to keep his legacy alive..successfully..being replaced with bullets..their was a treacherous act..deliberate..while his mother's past revelations probably brought back the revolution and all it's regime spelling out..retailiation..what was distinct for years 2 become a target with a mighty roar..where these two intelligent brothas was gunned down from words indicating them the end..a badge..artillery wanting brutality..in the hands of the men in blue..they were both too powerful too abrupt in their lyrics as its awareness 2 die..speaking politically loud...invincible strong..adored as the sound of freedom..not gone or forgotten..but..kept alive with written cries.. knows no restitution from keeping the son of a man in the black panther party.. a strong black woman as his mom..where your soul is bound to 2 make this a trifling plot..where they blame you as it's target..payoffs..under the table double cross..all that shit goes hand and hand with serving the peace..protect the innocent..in his case..some body ain't talking..but..justice lives this time it will break the sound of silence convicted..peace... that left no warning..biggie wasn't 2 far behind..the conspiracy lives..the voice meets it's demise..read..where the truth of the living shall rise and fall in2 our streets the uprising has no time or indication there of..where the silent mart er will b unleashed from undercover..all will be shocked..soon..very soon..murder has a name for both our angels..will finally rest in peace..God is waiting..where 2 come together..the sound of what's falls from grace..will reveal faces of cowards..the man in (blue) codes his ethnic rule..such as..shut your damn mouth..quiet or you'll be next..Create ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ UNTITLED: Please wake me when I'm free, i cannot bare captivity.. where my culture I'm told has no significance..I'll wither and die in ignorance.. but my inner eye can c grace who reigns as king in another place..the green of trees.. were rich and full of every man spoke of beautiful men and woman together as equals war was gone because all was peaceful..but now..like a prisoner of property..please wake me when i cannot bare captivity 4 I would rather b stricken blind than 2 live expression of mind...TUPAC ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did u hear about the Rose that grew from a crack in the concrete..proving natures law wrong..it learned 2 walk without having feet..funny it seems..but by keeping it's dreams..it learned2 breathe fresh air..long live the Rose from concrete..when no one even cared..TUPAC ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

WHAT IS WRITTEN/YOU'VE BARE WITNESS 2

Where do i go when you held me against my will..what brings tranquility when the load carries me over rivers that flow in times of struggle..what becomes my color..so rich..like a dream to discover while on bended kneel.. i'm afflicted..in raw skin with callouses the size of bone structure what analyzed my broken heart..wounds from neglect..i am disfigured..tortured.. stole my pride..threaten me by what constitutes no mercy..your wealth manages me..as it control..the key to living owned..property grounds me as it's lover..a tool to use my soul 4 vanity..craves..devours..engaged in sin..where..the dislikes of u had no rights..i lacked as mighty..the strength 2 handle my woman of color..you owned requiem for masses..allowed your skin to run thangs..labors love..steps in..where hands worked on woman folk..help yourself..gladly..what disapproves u as it's touch..left a color of betrayal become forcibly waged by the number of millions black sistahs/brothas..where I'm so tired from being tired..where the strong only survived living in silence.. inside our world with no pardon...disrupted criticism..stripped me from my heritage..ripped me from stamina..vision..hope for my people to increase the knowledge from whence skin showed a generation in ruins..scorned..angered.. turning it's back 2 attack anyone looking down the barrel of a rifle cocked.. i'm the victim of your travesty..what you are to this day..no monarch..but still my enemy..ignorant..with no respect for black..it's been clarified and verified..the option 2 become what commemorates slavery..constitutes no celebration..in our honor..the boss owns my skin..where protocol will be reminded of memories down the road..you don't forget..i lived jobs with uncertaincy..said..you owe me..pay up..i got nothing..no money..knew was mine 4 years..none given..the struggle without a need for life.. my chains left me your end 2 justify means..the freedom to bare arms..now becomes your competition..buy black..ONLY..our life earns it's power..a check your ass can't cash..but..be victimized unworthy 2 accomidate my earn income credits me..while being stripped of character..now i become the BOSS-IN CHARGE..i'm the restoration of generations 2 come..black..talking.. a new world order..what displays the hard times..effort..blood..sweat and tears..where years of being hung mutilated..slaughtered..beat..grieves not.. like a crust of bread with no life fed 4 my people..now lives..where my life breathes..u wear my flesh honorably disrespect who i be..how can anyone stand so much manipulation..we became our own worst enemy..from being tampered with..mentally as well as physically..what comes as major malfunction..a behavior which can led anyone through..debt to pay..gets even..turned our lifestyle against one another..where liberty and justice for all..lacks discipline defend what don't cost a thing..instead..we battle for power.. turned the hands which becomes our own people..where we disregard ourselves in power..but..we live the memories of change..what was once..time in our history.. the love we made dies ever so often..the call to incorporate family..bring the past mistakes 2 an end..begin self worth..new..without ever saying slavery still exist..where we deserve dismissal..gain a future on behalf of color..we never earned as a people..now we live as recession..no support..what gives..still..no interest earned..a change is coming..blacks are gaining back the respect..where your eyes looked at color from rose colored glasses..life becomes a sacrifice founds a way back 2 civilization..what built a world thats crumbling..now sees us..another chance..in the last days ahead..why..in heavens name..does this epic ass whipping still plays acts of contentment..blind faith by juridiction..the struggle continues..I am worthy 2 recieve u...so break the chains that bind me and open you heart to becoming FREEDOM..the growth that let our people diminished..left..where years kept me sick..BEYOND RECOVERY..unworthy to stand on my own 2 feet..you gave us a way to find freedom..you open our heart to false litegations..we stood by your critical demands..without food 4 thought..instead of educating..when will the love what wears the spirit of our king..will transform down in our future..i'm so tired of betrayal staring back at our life..with no closure..what justifies me as it's equal..though i am a man/woman of the future..love wears a disguise..where u won't let me be..the legend of honor..who i am..all the days of affliction..let me be..let it go.. give it to the LORD THY GOD..4 HEAVEN SAKE..PEACE..CAN WE ALL JUST GET ALONG...(RODNEY KING)sober sense..FREE..NOT YET..AWARE..SURE NUFF..CREATE..SHAYLA.

THE CROSSOVER

This is the truth ..when it comes down 2 dirt on it's hands.. comes back with guilt in silence..got nothing to say...READ The mark of excellence..whats under false pretense..where i waver my sense..altered my state..turn the table of Resistance..what digs deep down in contempt..i ride the steal driving force..what challenges..disrupt..where i come out..the money spent on things i can't TOUCH..taking over my role as a job..u dump on my caliber..strike out the enemy..you want me to suffer need..a force condemned by the drive 2 dive in2 sorrow.. stole the warmth right from smooth observation..where sight calls me..the light at the end of the tunnel..where i spread my wings.. fly like the wind get outta dodge..sores from a broken heart.. holding back the tears..what thrown life away..while another valuable victim..gets caught..the noose keeps them from loosing sleep..due to what creeps for keeps..where pockets growl and close bed friends howling..another trial and era..the demon lurks among your household..where selfishness..what speaks a loose cannon.. makes himself comfortable 2 your life earnings..what possess the need to feed in2 diabolical plots..cares less for your success inside his world of wealth possessed by your cash..what moves ahead leaves u broke..busted..disgusted with his life..therefore i am nobody.. what lives to escape..takes whats locked..opens the safe..walks away with all your dreams..what dive..hides from playing games of betrayal.. without change 2 spare..saying forgive me..the penniless thief.. i dont get it..what gives everything i want..need from u..wait 4 a confession..I pleased the fifth..don't know what your talking about.. God..help me..please..i dive..dipped..it's all or nothing...i'm no stranger 2 this family..but u know something about me..the impact of being one in contempt..finds the trader..right in front of you where you will learn..nothing..living beyond your means..takes what don't belong here..at home...but..on your own..under your own roof..where you get the same thing done 2 u..away from the hand that feeds you..CREATE..ya feel me...possession..SHAYLA(ISIS)

WANNA FUNNY 4 TODAY

ok..it s like this...a man marries a female..they b together 4 years..he comes as a smooth operator..looking good..smelling like ol' spice..he whines his QUEEN B.. woes her as his accent makes her drool..she thinks he's from another country.. with a British origin..fine and fancy..a brotha with no education or credentials 2 display..his Ukrainian passport..so despite all the love he's been giving..the diamond rings he's been buying..the hairpieces..the eye makeup...clothes..on her back..the case became an show with issues..the name..DIVORCE COURT..which was broadcast today at 1:30 on fox five in NYC..the title of this comedy made for TV.. was the most hilarious performance in the history of con artistry..you see..the playa was on..sick leave..he played her as his European Black king..ONLY 2 discover after 7 years of marriage..he confessed to her..he wasn't UK at all..instead.. hewas a homeboy..strictly from the hood of Brooklyn..by way of Jamaica Queens NY.. the sistah was had..her mouth split in all kinds of dialect..she started acting him out..by this time ..i was da floor..sides hurting..where i started crying.. buckets of tears..the judge LYNN TOLER..SHE WAS TOO THROUGH WITH HIS ASS..after all he did..the nigga had the nerve to b..the one who brought charges against her in the first place..well let me tellya what this JUDGE TOLER DID..she not only gave the woman her respect and honor back..but..all the money he was asking for the rings..he wanted back..but the hand that served him lovely..while he was sitting on his ass..with no position..while she was paying 2 take care of him..he has to give her a everything liable...that means in the judge's term..all the time he put in2 her living expenses..children..and..are ya ready4 this..anger management for slapping her down..just because..she made him mad..the results..for pretending to be something he was not..he owned her thousands of dollars..with no sense or pocket change..lolol..just thought i mention..he was from QUEENS ORIGINALLY..AIN'T THAT A BITCH..MADE ME FEEL FUCKED UP...all BROTHAS IN QUEENS ARE NOT TAKERS..SOME HAVE GAVE ME RESPECT AND LOVE..PLEASE DON'T GET IT TWISTED...HOPE IT WAS GOOD 2 YA..IN MY WORDS..LIKE IT IS 4 YA.._MONEY..THE MORAL TO THIS..BE YOURSELF..B4 U GET WHAT'S COMING 2YA..LOL..MADE MY DAY..GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY AND HE DON'T TOO MUCH MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN PRETTY..TATA 4NOW..THE JIG IS UP..payback is a bitch..GET A REAL JOB..COME AS U ARE..I'M NOT YO' BABY SITTER..YA DIG..CREATE

THE ECOLOGY FACTOR

The tree of life...a beauty to be hold..becomes the earth's survival..a breath of fresh air..the dawn of a new day..our world..earth..our home.. what grows to nurish..performs when the sun shines as our safety..we need to abind from the elements..create the methods of restoration..begin where life calls for help..what grieves when nature's leaves will wither..drops.. falls..die..will you become the antidote.. a cure to wear life rejuvenated.. rare and strong..we was given a paradise..land to continue wearing as our skin the dirt within our length of time predicted..the respitorial..the lungs.. the scent of smell..the taste to adquire..strong bill of health..i see a robin breast sitting in it's mother's nest..where home consoles the earth's music..shares it's harmony..sings the sound God makes..where we would stare..smile..feed the effects of hearing..one of his gifts we learned as beauty..nothing the Lord takes for granted ..like humans do..and in the event of living..can we afford 2 neglect our communities..our HUMAMITY..who he has witnessed for so many generations..will we remain steadfast..become the energy saved..allow ourselves to forget change..when you look at this tree..what does it mean 2 youre future the security blanket of strength in our system..when will u take life serious..stop living among your means to stay commercialized.. manufactured with heirloams..expensive commodities...instead of replacing life as 2 do process...the intentions to worship life to recycle..clean.. be4 the tide rises above your means 2 save our surface..b4 the water becomes your end b4 the storms begin..be4 your mind eliminates positive ideas..ignore whats getting worse..right in your mist..the tree is a message..it comes as your refuse..were all LIVING..one circle..with a hole..black as the night.. when sight wears no sun..your worth is accountable..your time is limited..the sparrow is crying..the heart is denying..what wasn't ask to b animal..mineral.. human being..blessed..this was a decision owned and operated as..the life of the land of the beautiful..home of the brave n battle..the times spent..at your risk. we live as a solemn word sworn in as capital..let's stop the careless whisper and open up a can of whip ass reminders..if you don't save the enviornment.. living on the edge of doubt and dumbness..your air has begun to increase disease..better stop living so selfish..change your ways of thinking..give bac to this cycle..what rotates at 360..suddenly gets tired..cuts all that supplies a race going broke..sick and dying..without a cure..telethons are still pleading..think..whatcha gonna do...get buzzzzzy PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE..STOP PLAYING GET moving>>>the branches of a tree represents Family..keep life living..keep love breathing..green shopping bags..relieve yourselves of plastics..it saves the air quality..PEACE..CREATE..Shayla... USE GREEN SHOPPING BAGS..NO PLASTICS BAGS OR CONTAINERS..

A DAY OF BLACK BEAUTY..WHAT REPRESENTS MOTHER..TIME AND EFFORT..DA ROCK IN HARD PLACES

From the beginning of your presence...what you've been faced with as a woman..as a young desire to be played with...then..as woman..with challenges..u b the Inquisitive one..2 relate..what i'm about..what looks so fine and fabulous..the golden skin with peppertone expressions..what shines..where a blemish disappears..as soon as your complexion meets with a brothas taste..you..2 mention..a tone that matches..like 2 souls with orgasms..da gaze..looks back...while the sun reflects off the moon light skies..heats 2perfection...although my deliberations were non-existent..like turmoil left tread winds..galloping out da pasture..with feet unnoticed ..a sneak in footprints..stares at curiosity...but u paid for mercy..u laid me down..i was tossed and turn..with no respect..taken..disrespects my own wills..mother was the Queen of her dynasty..the capital of unity..while her black strength held his body..against her black flesh..being owned..tampered with..you become demands...we love not..we gained our sweat and dirt from which u made out of us..become no love 4 me..the souls divided..the passion..the closure to become..one woman who u know as black..SLAVERY..her life as your equal additive.. no wife..JUST..your wealth in mind..wasn't powerful enough to emerge a symbol of soul..a sistah.. mating season where your comfort brought her children...2 hearts which completes love..but with her black man..the life of becoming husband and wife...a title mother wears...where she is his...property...hell no..but..a mother who will always be QUEEN 4 a day in a life...his ONE AND ONLY....CREATIVITY BORN..THE UNIVERSAL ASPECT..2 RESPECT YOUR SEED FAITH.. KNOW THIS...PEACE..CREATE

MOTHER'S DAY..THE ROSE/ PURPLE/ MOTHER'S ROYALTY

MOTHER'S AY ..WHAT COMES ONCE...LIKE YOU FAITH IN LIFE.. LIFE THE BIRTH OF BECOMING YOUR ROLE MODEL..YOUR ONE AND ONLY YOUR WASHCLOTH..YOUR TOOTHBRUSH...YOU BATH WATER..YOUR CLEAN SPIRIT AFTER THE SOUL HAS BEEN BLESSED IN YOUR HONOR..YOU CHILDLIKE INSTINCTS..YOUR AN IDOL OF LOVE..THE CALL TO WAIT ON..THE RESCUE AS DAYS GROW AND YOU BECOME THE ADULT..WHAT MADE U MEALS TO PREPARE..THE HUGS AND KISSES..THE TENDER MOMENTS..WHEN YOU FALL..WHERE YOU BECOME THE HEALER..TO MEND THAT BROKEN HEART...YES..WERE ALL THE ABOVE AND THEN SOME..A BREATH OF FRESH AIR...SHE GIVES ..MOTHER..GOD BLESS YOU ALL.. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY...2009.

MOMMA'S HANDS...BY MY MOM..ARTELIA JORDAN

GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS AND WONDERS 2 PERFORM..HE RIDES OUT ON THE OCEAN AND WALKS BACK ON THE DA STORM... ARTELIA JORDAN.... HERE..WE SEE HER ONCE AGAIN...WITH NOTES OF OLD SKOOL..THE PLAY..SHE REMEMBERS..(GRAMMAR SCHOOL) AT THAT..HUMM...AMAZING ..AT 97..HER MIND IS GOLDEN..I AM TRULY BLESSED BY HER THOUGHTS..I BRING YOU..THE INSPIRATION...WHAT I REPEAT AS HER..PERFORMER...HER DAUGHTER...SHEILA..CREATE..(ISIS) MY MOTHER WROTE THIS...I WILL CARRY ON...I WILL SAVE YOUR WORDS AS A SYMBOL OF PRESENT STATURE AND CHARM...WITH GRACE AND FORTITUDE..LOVE AND COMPASSIION...BY HIS NAME ..GOD ..I WAS GIFTED...KEEP YOUR INSPIRATION UNTIL MY LIFE CAN REST ASSURE..HE WILL SEE THAT WE...AS ONE IN THEORY...BREAKS DOWN WALLS AND CARRY THE STRENGTH AND INTEGRITY OF THE BODY AND BLOOD..THE SOUL THE EVERLASTING LYRIC..BESTOWED IN OUR MEMORY BANKS..FOR THE LOVE OF ORDER..LIBERTIES AMONG MAN..WOMAN..TO PROTECT AND GUIDE..OUR CIVIL DUTIES AS WISDOM..KNOWLEDGE AS KING..TO INHERIT WORDS FROM THE lORD..THY GOD PASSING IT DOWN MY FAMILY TREE..THE NATURE TO ENDURE..IN GOD WE TRUST..AMEN..CREATE

MY THOUGHTS/ TRANSPARENT..THE AFTER AFFECTS ..FRIDAYS SHOW

You wait among species ..you stand..allowed your own theses...your a crown of glory...a diamond in ruff places..whats on the edge...beams..where sight aims to dream verses..culture is a life form..success brings more 2 mention...i..Today.. was a tribute 2 days pass..meaning.. a poet on the land..where I'm signed ..you sealed me as your package deal..i am your interest..as time holds me 2 hours kept..I'm received with a clicking sound..thank you and all that..but..the soul has it's moments.when..i pause..i get full..become weak to my knees..suddenly wanted 2 lay me down leave words and testify ..how long it took 2 speak...i did..gave it my all..where i came in last.place..where i grieved for so long..the age within my realm..where i long 2 engaged in prize winning miracles..where i am the circular motion...wrapped in confusion..i disappear..vanished...only to reappear..i met with pain..the truth behind victory..the hard work and sacrifice of pleasing you..the battle of beating da opponent ass..what gets whipped..while thinking..the climax..the unfinished product..brought to you by..what was coming.. an act you never knew ever existed..so i bow down..once again..feel the last weeks comments...dry my eyes...elevate conscience..think about where that build of confidence repeats performance with a ruff pill..that gave me rest..when my corpuscle weighed my fate..like a drum left beating my head..over and over... shayla gave it one more performance...i thank you..... a 10^^^^^^^^^^..today..a week latter..wasn't finish..thought i mention..CREATE...SHAYLA...U KNOW

TRAIL PERIODS/ WHAT LOADS..AIMS & FIRES

2 Dignify a trail period..it legislates days..accompanies me..i travel with a mind theory..keeping my head up..my affiliates fore warned me...the trip is just one of many more 2 come inside of your testimonies..how many ..i don't know.. seen so many repeat performances at Canal street..the law binding adventure.. where your clothes reads who u are Gangland...(the massacare)..the bandana..BLUE.. a danger 2 societyat MCDonald eats...but you see a waste of time...in rage..innocent...you clear me as gunfire..what i'm being charged..2 interpid my moments worn guilty...tired..i become..the time left for a case in theory..finds you down and out of jury...here i go..when all the time ..your not a matter of which ..stands as truth..but leaves another misdemeanor in doubt...just one more in da box..the undercover cop comes..showing his badge..dumping on crimes..which took place in his honor..but kills the call to bare my innocence..selling a double homicide..what murders..hangs the client.. a case close in proximeter..favors a done deal by do primose..the bullets bite..no law biting citizen is capable in my defense....what becomes the noose..where results reveals..i get more time ..with no release..holds me 2 an insanity plead....continues to keep u locked away for 10years...felt it best for the world...a man and his mistakes are held responsible.. u either live to die..or die trying 2 live...it's where you belong..Rikers Correctional Facility..held in contempt..against your own will..i love ya Brotha WILLIAM MORROW..MY MAN'S LILbaby BROTHA...10 years 4 nothing..still slammed and shackled...that bullshit mantality...locking ya down SLAVERY..prisons are being built..and you call me..the release..freedom..i call you a pathetic contradiction..LIAR..where the cycle repeats itself..whats destinct in A BLACKman's case in court...at 100 Centre st..in Mahattan..NYC...MISS U MUCH..CREATE