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~~~~ "I'm a striver.. rely on principle and gain self awareness while becoming the best woman poet I can be..knowing the achievements I contribute ..as my motivation..helped to make up my mind..whether I do or whether I don't..the term...depicts..the loneliest people in the word..found lost.. looks to escape what gives u room to breathe..becomes the feelins of.. calm..tries not to freeze up..what God gave...a light..to see..to know.. to act accordingly..without anyone..anybody to stop me..so I climb..I choose 2 be what elects the exhalted wisdom of..CREATE..SHEILA T JORDAN Website: http://WWW.MYSPACE.COM/CREATE823"

My Favorite..St Theresa

"Saint Theresa's Prayer

May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, Dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us"

THE LOCK DOWN..

It occured to me...while on my way to another day..clear to mention...the years of love came looking...to bring back a day of memories and helified tension..where bells ring and phone calls were summoned..I was needed in order to keep life out of trouble and make this sweet but crucial to penitentiary lifestyle..Just what co-exist...crying for friendship and banking on something worth while being subjected..."his"..the tendar love token with a ride and a place for love..kicking it ..with warm hearts and a package.deal..where a man's security becomes .. a woman touch and his comfort zone which equals 2 in the bush..were my hands held on to stimulation and buried inself in 2 we...the bumping and grinding..the kissing and hugging.. the savvy..delitefully mouth watering...what brings a brotha ..BACK..to what wears him right.. I thought for a moment..why does my body..feel so missed..but yet familiar with..getting love.. on this day,,and what happen in the process of meeting on the Island of Rikers..Correctional.. a warrant..a missing parolee..escape thee ..mainstream to b a exception to rules..obeyed...but his brain was already incoheret..but was always able to locate my wisdom ..my softness..my caress..the lips of such mechanical magnitude..to connect ..what rubs him right..all through the night...a love like no other..he said, no female fucks with my head ..like u do...ur dangerous but I'm eatable..continue whats serves it's purpose..along with what ain't no joke..u hear me laughing ..or soaking in your love ..september..after my birth ..he'll never forget..where CRACK .. played with a straight a woman and a hand..no job comes close enough to wake him out of the spell..while on the run...where love finds him..the detox..turns himself in..where I came to his rescue..cured..played.. mother hen..the substitute of being no show at all from the original birth mom..where the truth becomes ..his wife..the meal ticket..his bread&butter.. the best woman this brotha ever had in his whole 41years..where there is love flowing...as the memory becomes documentated...Sept..12..1998.. the anniversary of lockdown..the TUMBS...at...Manhattan Correctional..for parole violation and running away from an incident..where he was the victim...another yr..away from love..but sure knew where to find it..when it lost it's way home from her getting tired..looking at no drugs mantality around whats clean and sober sense.. gave no love..but for self and never went back at all...but lives ..still...a mental state of confusion..I got ..being..woman..ain't that nothing...shame on u.. It was just a dream..LET IT GO...lift every voice and sing..Amen Jesus..freedom has finally proved me.... a single grain of salt..pressures no more..I became my own medicine..stress free..given a new bill of health ..released..him..in Florida..reborn..saved ..God Bless C.E...PEACE...CREATE

THE DOMINARING MISFIT

I am the mystic cruise..the float aboard the waters to transport your blues.. where the evening breeze becomes the seas and comforts the blinding eyes of mischief..so I flow...frolicking at time warp speed..but letting them know on shore..I am not love being handled..what clings to it's accessories 2 accompany me..the inner emotion...2 self pity..overrating the concepts of ALCOHOL.. while love performs a tangling morsel..OF TASTE..where the shores ports as it's habit..

forming where I dock..on dry land..like one's interlude..a way to slip in 2 darkness .. intoxicated..calling me..what quits..find a weave of destruction..missing the man who now proceeds to dive..ending the affair of the heart's choking ..pretends I was a THROUGH 2 imagine..restored..I let a vision on the high seas escape.. left a dream overboard..a farewell speech..Goodbye..A prelude of whats 2 becomes..love formosa..

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I lay..waiting.. a cocktail..left to pore..sober sensitive..incoherent..but..cured..the

recovery...12.ste3ps saved... CREATE...SHEILA T JORDAN SO I RISE 2 THE SURFACE.. CLEAN MY SOUL..WHERE ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO.. UNDER CONTROL..QUOTE..THE DRINK..DEDICATED 2 POETRY FRIEND..(DAVID CARTIER) Tags: alcohol, drinking, recovery, survival 0

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