.HARLEM WAS ONCE HIS..(QUEENS NY)..BEAUTIFUL LADY

HEY..THIS WAS THE APPROACH.. it's like this....first the melody comes in...then your eyes start pretending..then..your heart start to racing..that first conversation.. where..u said hi..and i replied..what's up..how ya doing..a meet 2 minds uncertain..him..the suave..cool lyrics of slam jams..which captures your groove..it becomes the image of ways to expose..the heart get weary..the charm get leary..the cool wind surpasses anything lifeless but so smooth.. he writes ..whats it like..being in complete silence..without a mention 2 take notice..where he becomes..so secretive..and yet..explicit..out in da open as i place my keys in motion..where hands start to tremble..nervous he asked the question..what is your private fantasy..i look at his thoughts.. where writing comes with a..bump and grinding..i feel his flesh..warm to embrace..the love what pretends..it all begins with a sensual epitaph..the groaning sound of moaning grasp..taking me as it's rubs..it's dips..it clings on 2 my hips..goes down with the quickness..lowers his temptations..imagines me..the woman in his fantasies..where he strips..right where he sits..right before me..feels my fullness..wants me..as i want him..he ask..what are you wearing..i snicker..laugh...why is that important to you..he replied..come on girl..were not children..in the midst of mad foreplay..the words start to gain interest..my eyes see..when he looks at me..my responds was damn..what a fucking fine ass body..words could not express the feeling..although..he was a secret..and i was someone he never knew at all..as my thoughts became more inquisitive..he became lost and i became a mind with a conscience..wearing thin..acting like i was outta control..i wore him days and nights..i started to act like..it was real..i waited for this moment to arrive..he waited as well..the two were so good being long ago..what was hurting..i..had dreams of when..there could be..something..anything that would let him know..how i sex his world and he would howl..scream; having one another..i can hear the swishing of motion lotion..the liquid drawing..the hissing and kissing..the awwww.and ohhh of love making..i have this premonistion..where..one day my black pretender..will come to me..wither he be..tall...midsize..as myself..strong as he..long as his foot action..can play tackle and score..touch down...where is he now..what is he doing..is the writing still on the wall...is that number still in service..does he think about our love making..does he drift like i do..i can picture himself.. rubbing me right..where fingaz know no ways to stop the clock of movement..where is he now..across Harlem's ocean..in Manhattan...my pass..with another woman.. Harlem ..don't fail me now..i know it's you that keeps calling..when she's asleep...i saw the message on my page of visits..your face was my prove...Columbia university..held me so close and yes..i know what once was..i felt you..while writing me and suddenly..changed your mind completely..what does this mean.. i remember the dream..like you did..can it be..the summons compels u..to leave and bring back old soul 2 my Young heart..what heals and mends..mines broken.. from leaving me..for an homeless woman with a drug problem..oh well..i guess that's how..the earth revolved..mines stood still..i told you..where your love was needed more...God bless..Manhatten..68..i'll never forget..the way you loved me...on a phone..every night..until...silence came 2 a close..and now..i paused..goodnight..where my room becomes a sauna..i was your midnight special shined my ever loving light on you...all the way home..where morning..thanks for remembering closure..the end of our meeting..where i was left..drowning..silence ..MR S Whitmore..Create

what misunderstands..no one hears

TODAY..i took a look at character..i smelled a rat on my computer...a senseless.. example..to create a mess..what became just a thought process...what blames a certain concept of interest..not thinking how or what can destruct the whole day's activity...what..corrupts..taking you all over that subject..burring u alive.. like a creature of havoc..the torch which lights that speech..what becomes misunderstood...feeling like an asshole with no knowledge...no matter what you believe it's an act to console or help..as support...no matter what the attitude is..it's out of place..what your portrayed as..if you become the long distance with no voice to represent..i am a mouth..the air i breathe...it lowers airs expectancies to save the best intentions..but..sees life..u justifies as..a turn for the worse.. i am a person..human..what you gave me..i live like the swans of the lake..that guides me..the spirituality God gave me..the good of man/woman..has no notion.. become the distinctive mindset made..where i am God's creation..no snake or devil's response 2 dominion..but..wears a soul that shapes the core of apples left bitten..i am your blood relations..that beats me down..that wears my bones...just like i'm under construction..the identity...you know well..but depicts me as..no help..but a threat..can't see pass anyone positive...comes without a words notice..but..when i do represent..the eclipse forms..all over the sun..my life transmit..where frictions occurs to be dammed...the curse of darkness..where trials and tribulation looks at you...not me..as devastation..i am the love in hopes to keep your mind..i don't mean to impose..but..the dark which claims my soul..demands attention from you..anyone..not selfish ones...how can i be the comfort and peace..with goodness in my heart..the laws are not to challenge your anger..but justifies da misunderstanding..the world is falling around judgement..i'm a victim of persecution..where my words are documented..copied and listed as a case in court..the guilt hangs me as it's noose..i'm a close topic of choice...my sincerity finds me in rage..why??..the devil knocked..the door opened and the power of attorney..bites my butt..right in the neck of charity..sounding argumentative.. blindbehavior is not call for..as my heart fades into the sunset..sparks gave way to ugly attics..where you just try to set the record straight..with hostility.. forcibly feeling..like you've been outwitted..i am not what anyone can understand among the skeptics..lost individuals..seeking to find a way to help love as no stranger..but blood relations..without any call for mishaps..but 2 recover..a patron saint of approval..excuse me for living..support becomes the enemy...God help you..I've bitten off more than i can chew...you call yourself a righteous businessman..as u were...pleaseeeee!!!!!!!!!!!GOD..help...Peace..Create

NU-YAWK COMING AT YA..ZY COMING 2 A STORE NEAR YA

ZOOYORK..clothing is on it's way as i speak...hats..sneakers.. slacks..WELCOME TO WORLD THE GRAFFITI..THE ART OF THE 60-70 AND NOW....come get a taste of years living the east coast dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ZooYork is a style and social philosophy..inspired by the NYC graffiti art subculture in the 1970s originate from the subway or simply Zoo York was a hault of early old school writers hanging out with the hipples around Central Park bandshell in the late 60s-70s by graffiti pioneer Rapper Ali (Marc Andre Edmonds) of art soul artist..the subway artist gathered at the night Manhattan..the tunnel construction project ..which goes through Central Park from 1973-1974 extention of broadway..BMT line and sixth ave IND lines at 57th st terminal stations...just south of the city zoo..underneath the Zoo grounds and out..under 5th ave connection 2..recently completed 63st local graffiti line..local graffiti writers..boosting one another ..over a sheathed wall..climbing down into the tunnel below..inside ..where 4 sets of subway tracks..uptown and downtown(IND) and (BMT) created a subterranean Monkey house enviornment for invading street kids around..scrawling graffiti..where walls were tagged..the extinct ZooYork wall is prominently displayed on pages from..THE FAITH OF GrAFfItI..the 1974 photo essay book..a documentated by.. Mervyn Karlansky and John Naar..text by NORMAN MAILER (praeger Publishers) INC..check it out...peace Create

THE HOUSE SHAYLA RULES...CREATE'S~~p o e t r y

WELCOME...Your invited to my comfort zone of poetry..the room where NYC SPEAKS LOUD..passionate...harsh..bitter...in raged..in love.. personal..platonic..cynical..direct..to the point of breathing your air... what transmits from electric statistics..what blows horns..fights those enemies..correct those battles..which lays you out on tables and feeds ya lovely admendments..according to the bellies of laughter.. the sonnet of splender..what sends you home..a warm embrace...tendah moments..lyric leaves soring..takes a bow..thanks you..NEW YORK's >>BOWERY>> the clicks..clacks..where i be feelin the crowd..my second home.. feelin you..feelin me..with altos..seprano..tena and hip hop with class.. mello throat holds..that keeps u coming back for mo'..the rapsodies..with sexual overtones lavishly..drinks your tingling sensations..gently meets marqueritas and martini's..what ranks me..10 more fills in your glass.. flows like a melody..fortifides me..the club where i make it happen.. da place to be..join us..peace..Shayla..CREATE.. YA FEEL ME..YOU WOULD WANNA.. A TOAST..DA DRINKS ARE ON U..LOL..SIGNIN OFF..d:>)::*_*::(<:p.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ happy day in NYC..OUR stadiums are new&improved..seeya next week.. where...I'll be the story..at citi stadium in FLUSHING Queens... HAVE A GOOD SUNDAY..GOD BLESS

BINGHAMTON NY..ASK THE QUESTION: WHY???

One less cry..one less try..you take my life and then i die... you swept what was so selfish...heartless..demeaning..a sabot ore with ammunuition.. aims at good people..tried to make their life secure human beings...with a new found home..all over the lost of a job..what expires you..others had to suffer..whatever your life was.. compare to taking it out on another..for your speech dialect..no one comprehened..your soul had a mission..and it wasn't thinking..loner ..like they said the life you led..in and outta work...for no apparent reason..13 mothers children..fathers' baby girls..sons..happy families YOU..had no care in the world for..them..a future..living the chance.. to make it in America..learned a trade...off of some..planning that some dream...killing yours..totally innocence..he from evil..walks in and fires at all of his victims..wither or not..it's a shame and i am not where you are...but i know not..the life's outcome of wickedness but..if this continues to say..collide..in any way u see it..only the strong survives the massacre..when i say die...then were all in this together..CREATE..Sheila T Jordan..to all the the loveones of the thirteen victims killed..MAY GOD BLESS YOU.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (PSALMS 90:10,12,13).... THE DAYS OF OUR YEARS ARE THREESCORES YEARS AND TEN,IF BY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ REASONS ..FOUR SCORE OF STRENGTH LABOUR AND SORROW..FOR IT IS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SOON CUT OFF AND FLY AWAY..SO TEACH US TO NUMBER OUR DAYS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT WE MAY APPLY OUR HEARTS UNTO WISDOM..OH SATIFY US EARLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WITH THY MERCY..THAT WE CAN REJOICE AND BE gLAD IN ALL OF OUR DAYS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MEET ALICIA SALDENHA

MEET AND GREET TO MY BLOG "YOU TUBES NEW ARTIST" FROM THE UK..I AM FEELIN THIS WOMAN.. ~~~NO DOUBT~~~ Ms SOULSISTAH 100..AKA..ALICIA SALDENHA A TRUE QUEEN OF R&BLUES A SONGSTRESS THATS ON MY BLOGGER LIST OF CONTACTS WERE PERSONAL PEN PALS ..WHERE WE ARE EMAIL ONE ANOTHER ..NOW SINCE WE FOUND WE HAVE A LOT IN COMMON..WRITING..POETRY KEEP HER IN MIND..FOR YOUR NEXT GIG YOU CAN ALSO CONNECT WITH HER @ YOUTUBE.COM/SOULSISTAH 1OO.. REMEMBER THE NAME>>ALICIA SALDENHA.. ENJOY..PEACE...CREATE

SIGN OF DA TIMES/ WHAT OWNS YOUR KITCHENS &CLAIMS U / BESIDES YO"SOULFOOD

NEW YORK CITY IS IN AN UPROAR..it appears we have a chicken restaurant in HARLEM and in BROOKLYN..calling itself..Obama's restaurant..where the people of our fair city is on the break of radical protest..how does one claim a name.. as your own..the people are making a point..your not a black own commodity you move in our neighborhood..bank your earnings..wearing a smile..taking us by storm...where i live..thinking..it's the American way u live..in our hometown.. what Obama can do..using his name..the first African American president in office. thinking..it's a combo state of mine..marinate your place of business..your outta place..the title represent a president..he is a man you can be proud of..look up to..your feed with a license..as meals in mind..at the expense to gain black in a establishment..hospitality..at the price of his name..yes u might feel..it's what compliments dining..in good taste..but what honors a man with so much character we will greet him at our tables..support your stores..what brings the blacks in knowng all the time..profit looks like him..opens doors..to every Obama restaurant as your own idea..but we know that's not the chase..the war might end in Iraq..sending the man home..but not here..in the USA..someone should let the people who know..immigration..whomever they are..the people of our neighborhoods..are not deaf..dumb..blind or stupid..as long as theres a civil rights union..this is a racist act..using the president's name..to follow a plan..where strategy talk a good game..Obama is who we need for political gain..where your motives spelled his name..as your appetite for money in the ghetto..what congregates..what loves chicken..in a black man's state of mind..welcoming your conduct as the name on your awnings outside..this shows how ludicrous American patriotism is..our system should call civil rights leaders to take a stand..enough to cause the status quot here in this country..to correct what have to be..what looks improper to those that see otherwise..make it speak..where..we have the authority to make changes..in honor of our President..but..we really don't know what is excepted to people with another concept of interest or cultures all we do know is..it's done in poor taste...what caters to a lesson learning..finds alternatives to set the records straight..it's not a cause to release hostility or angry..with no knowledge of why..but the people that wanna be heard..need that time to send a message...using Obama's articular bank ground as your gain..is a mistake using a black man's creditability..his title as our neighborhoods..start for change when someone says it's OK to say ..yeah..why not..that's when i say..only if..your not banking in on my black behalf.. why can't i get paid..just my thoughts..exactly..in closing..who is in charge..no one's got a clue..what the hell is going on..check yourselves..like Lawrence Fishburne said at the end of Spike Lee Joints movie...school daze..~~w a k e~~u p~~p e o p l e!!!!!!!!Create