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I'm writing this letter to whomsoever reads..i am addressing what comes as a surprise to people that reads my poetry..in the past weeks, it has been very delicate..but hurtful messages on a website referring to what i write.. as a whole..there's a certain someone whom will remain anonymous..coming to my site..trying their best to get..as I indicated..words very cruel..indignant and just plain ignorant..calling themselves what i should have as a man..that finds me..Quote; slangish and ebonic..and ask me ..WHY?..well..just to set the record straight..i am not indicating friendships or past relationships with online patron ism..this is a threat to my character.. judgements..concerning the way i do poetry..he lives in the Bronx..NY..I don't know why this person persist to make me look like a hypocrite..but if anyone is taking what i am saying to heart. thinking i am referring to them..I APOLOGIZE..i am a hard worker..a mother with family..where my reputation is being exploded a militant firearm..tackling some issues having to do with the street mantality and what it condones.. how another sees me as a anti-socialite..with no means at all..a real woman with love for them..I AM NOT..WHAT U WANT..a bunch of real crazed individuals are carrying a grudge..but at the same time..asking me why..I don't want them for a date..sick...it's been an on going cycle..back and forth..reported to his website but for the most part..making me feel..terribly nervous..to all that want a life..who really takes there trade of thought serious..when it comes to being something in their life,i have one to give..I do love..i do care..and i do want.. so much to be alone..no man or play friends to have a night of passion on behave sexual..I am a seriously considering a future with writing, a skill which has me up all night and early in the mornings, collecting photos, meeting people who takes what I do serious and a life worth the time and efforts I become as a human being..waiting for that day when God ,whispers as he does..let not your heart b troubled..but gain all access of time put in 2 profit..without any QUESTIONS OF DOUBT AS WOMAN..NO MATTER WHO IT IS..the game of chance will somehow fall beneath the test o time wasted..tried and claim it..mines to share with others..but...NOT.. I REPEAT..NOT at the expense of rearingan end 2 my character..eazy come and go home empty in my mind..what was given..a cause that still prays for a miracle waiting to happen...PEACE...CREATE..NO MORE..Let it go..let me b alone..like I was told from the beginning of poetry..

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..

CRAFT..AN IMAGE OF PROUDNESS

I worked my hands to the bone..til caliouses became the in effect..sore.. but i ache at the touch of measuring up..the hard labor,talent..gifted, where i am the bloodline to repeat my profession balanced..a force within me what greets growth with arms and legs to build my andolesence from crawling before i walk,become solid as a rock..like the ground holding us as the cement we stand on..the level of content..I made amends to never become..undone..until pens in hands becomes the Craft..soliciting..hoping to strive..not worry or acknowledge disbelief..just one enlightment of eyes..wide open,the gift taught..the brillance written..the cause of me..becoming Craft..and compliy showmanship ..strong..well porportioned..the center stage of performance ..ancestry..no one ever imagined I conquered as a king of my castle..police tried to deny why my entry became your desrespect concerning my domain and verbal translations..unexplained..reared Craft's ugly head 2 believein protect & serve,my innocence the tribute 2recorgnize..hard work of a leader..my demo displays truth..the author,his story line..character..the act 2discriminate worthy calibur..my entry..my skills..my ownership the preview.. what held inside..power u can't handle..wearing a part 2 portray..a gripping saga..what grabs at my demeanor..controls movement..2 defy roots I planted,the soil I fermented..the ground I uplifted and the critical madness of prodigy gifted..my theory..My trade of interest..the expression of toil and trouble mystery and mayhem...satire and drama..comedy or conclusions debates the genes of many who wins the prize for discovering interest 2 recognize family..what Craft exaggarates over a period of Thursday's News..making it look good enough 2 say I do believe..the generics are certified..accurate..where lights,camera.. action,..spoke out..left no corners cut..thats a wrap..artisty was intended to become the read..the writer announced..the new testimony of life..introduced..The relative...a Black experience discovered...where u are not required to attend.. the comment..C U L T U R E..With C R A F T proven me rude arbitraitor.. a man and his dreams..HARVARD'S SCHOLAR...Professionally skilled...the color no man or woman of this life time will ever neglect..a product of liberal Descent.. a kingdom for it's throne..an art form..MY IDOL..philosopher..MR HENRY GATES JR.. I honor the presence of your dominion..Ms CREATE..AKA..SHEILA (C)HARISMA(R)ECIEVETHE(A)CHIEVEMENTS(F)ORWARDASCHOLAR(T)ALENTS IN U..

24kt .DOWNSLOPE OF DEPRESSION

Though the hours come near to face beauty i wear..as a subtle expression of bitterness..my dear..I become your persuasive love rituals..I crave for days that carries me over words that say.. acting..I'm a fool..where mortal madness tries to blend in with my sober sense 2level a drink..what grabs me from behind..liquor sense.. what lifts my spirits before I make an attempt to beat what becomes a habit transcending..continues to talk flowers with apologies.. forgivin, all through late nights with years of forgetting..but wants not..years past only to return happy endings..so I walk away from future hold..on 2 rings..the proposal.. many I've gain to become..as.. once more..the bouquet..married young, with old taking a dive in 2 my ocean of passion..speaking the flood of lonesome tears..a dove..angel of mercy..waiting for a meeting 2decide whether I went wrong..while on my way to..not ever being a woman of Mr right 4 his wifey or shall I say.."common law"..just a carrier..a pigeon, sending messages of I do.. where I say..I love.. no one..but..who left me broken hearted and wonders..the imaginary thought..reneges setting me up to let me down eazy.. i don't give n take being advantage..won't be his damn excuse me for... a bitter cry..up front and personal..I'm tired of the response...U KNOW Create..u NEEDS love..no doubt in hermind..so what else is new...Does one care..toss salad..stay outta da mix..messing with my taste..HONEY..calls me..skin..lovely..by which i am in 2 your love and not what you can persuade me to give you..sooooooo...BLOW OFF..am i being 2 direct and Informal... SORRY..IT IS WHAT IT IS..Sheila Jordan..Create

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THE PENALTIES RELEASED IN LOVE&DEATH

THE NEWS ALL WAY..IN DA NEWS...SAD..VERY SAD...AFRAID TO LOVE ANYMORE.. I am a angel..with tendar love..with arms to extend my close feel..keep u hugged.. i hold you dear..i reach out..i touch so near..to what hurts..to what breathes.. to what attacks..ends the seed..when he raises his fist..grab my throat..smack my face..what cries for attention..i gasped from being cut off..i look deep inside your heart..where you don't know yourself..i beg for forgiveness..run to escape.. u stand over my body..commence to aim the trigger..how many times will i become the victim..of love transpired through hatred..where a tiny seed implanted..grows the target along with it's motherlode..one shot..babies born..one mother...all gone..Lord..what was i here for...why are my genes to b destroyed..what was his mind saying..while i was a woman in love...who was that man i reported to the law inforcement..the kicks of brutality..the beatings..the scars of an animal..a beast of burdens..i ask for help...a wriiten statement to defend myself..a plea 2 save my life of assault and battery..a lifeless Queen..his childrens mother..so i lay in the coroners chamber's..shot unmerciful..numb..no feelings..no life...gone..i recieved no protection..no response to be treated..a guardian angel in love with all her children..what did i do..we all became the examiner's death announced mother..children and now..the murderer..himself..the father..a mentally disturbed man with a pass..a case of neglect..on the police dept's list..a parolee..the respond..no cry for help left..b4 life made us history..down through the years..victimized by..a cause in effect...no one hears...cares less...HANG MY HEAD..AND CRY...why??

SEND OUT THE CLOWNS..

Let me start by saying...it's been a week and a half..i am not feeling any different..l am furlong in my facial expressions..my days and nights are feeling nothing..never looked so deadpan..the pain runs like what churns in my stomach..the clockwork inside ticks only for a moment..an image..sick..living\a smile and know my heart is aching..but playful distinction..holds me against my nature..to perform with a love to make anyone kiss the floor they walk on..then run to escape that bullshit.. faking funks..while Parliament grooves..we are..but funk and wagnals test of time..2proved i be the genius of life..understand the love lost off on this planet..burns like hell..angry.. chasing rainbows with no aftermath.. but the pain..the urge to struggle looking on the outside of abuse..wore from within a face..what breaks itself..separates your beauty..where desire can show an emotion or feel a life of it's people..what changes things..u become the earth..the three circus..the big top...what wears 2 different personalities..born indentical..no one can see..like him..the face of an angel..love wrote off the wall..while smiling..this face leaves himself.. becomes a tragedy within self discipline of oneself..Sheila...2009.. FURLONG..the end...Happiness is..the key 2 love welcoming your shores as the flood cries..i am still your rescue 2 spare life..4ever

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..

DREAM LOVERS

While i visualize u..the makings of a beautiful figure..whats fills the room with on lookers..i become what stands to judge , the lifeless stare..but represents love with a portion of it's antics..i get played with from behind..what tangles with my aura..proceeds as a square, curved individually shaped to order..the elegance enhanced, hands will approach me..meetings of the minds set,thought 2 create..no separate parts intertwine what feels, emptiness, leads 2 a combination of a heart that's broken in 2 pieces..but shares an emotion, what lovers do, the presentation of him & I,portrays..the immoral hands of jig, saw spangled, rubbed down, secured immensely..through the lovers dream, stays a secret, they hide away in colors of themselves wicked..wild, sexually planted, a work of art..what bonds..keeps it worth 2 have..so i stroke with lines of me with angles and percussion, held close, wants for nothing..but your love, a kaleidoscope captured, a class all by itself, becomes the finer picture to import, true love, the conquest to make a museum our permanent resting place, where love builds on becoming what made me believe, the cost of trust..earned..Loving a body, living a dream to focus on reality..ignored, I'm taken for granted..but..beautiful, not for SALE..ask somebody,where is the love, a picture worth an image, memories unspoken, can't ever be 4REAL loving..in 2 what's stolen..never drawn apart..Dream Lovers..hang in there..someone has got 2take you (serious)..find the right colors..where a mixed emotion like ours..becomes the globe of love..touched by the artist.."The Painter"..Create..Sheila T Jordan

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