Wednesday, April 29, 2009

FRAGMENT/ THE SURVIVOR

I'm a disable for,,whats collasped ..whats diassembled by ..structure..to stand..my bones takes a swift kick...went against my strength..where i plundge ..u aimed at me..the defender i wear..your clothes...i camofloge havoc.. me..your target... i become whats bombed..the mind wiped out..living civilian...whats.not lived as a war crimes..whats underneath ground level..where i fear for my life..where i bleed..not pleased with the otcome..but..i try 2 heal ..where allies forces betray my freedom..my life ..i'm chosen ..it's war..to be commaned..what demands are used as weapons..u charged at what was innocent my religion...i wear a knife ..which cuts//slices//possess a need 2 strike..attack at will..where i die..with no defenswes..where the battles leaves you with nrespect..but lays out a method to destroy man....knows no end..we stare at purpose..fractures..deforms..wounds...blows us 2 smitherreens//a code to indcate..to kill at will..where the blood of fragments i become the artilleryi go home...become the wheelchairs..directs...whre i become the loaded guns..terriorized..my own..wondered if i will b blamed..fear for my own travesty...but..congratulate my bravery at will..life controls whats asked me..in timesof trouble..but truble aims..fires by commands..your soul to take risk..never make promises ..but caused 2 defect ..invent the struggle..instruct your wars to choose..seedfaith..while teaches armmigaton....sends you back in a bodbag or lumbs broken..fractures...with no repair..saw a man today..he sold me his story,,about a civilized war vet...what i see all around my neighborhood..man that gone to war..with medals an purple hearts..with fractured bodyparts..some without..with no sense to perform..can u stand..living proud..wearing no legs ..but some manufatured..knows the pain..but lifes holds them defected..left handicapped... in a war..left from killling life..where i'm a war..by the people ..for the people...where i aimed..became what once lived ...still remains..a man fractured..lame..torn apart my journey..injuried ..damaged..as structure..but builtas god's child..who signed ..no papers to teach...create.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

REVEAL WHAT BECOMES CONFUSED

I only know that when we saw no eyes..i became a voice missing..u became one...iam listening.. i was a mask ..with no sponsorship of appeal a silent image..searching as a link.. while feeling lost...but real ..in the flesh..i wrote a time when you arrived my heaven scent..i opened love of mystery to unfold..a world of characteristicsthough...i craved for that same lonesome friend..as myself ..what equal parnership...mating us as one..the captivity..indentity of strength..a handsome episode..what begins as..a new love adventure..where nights ..with passions begins..longing for that pen and paper chase..the urge 4 your soul i'm in2 mines..anxiety waits..calls even stature..breathes a heart full of gold...i wanted in your space..what possess inside your smile ..the taste..where the flava of bread adds to that flava of wine and song..led me to the core ..what bared fruit melted the emptiness of..NYC..wanting the bridge of Cali..the spice arranging hot with cold introduced..as teardrops fall..with love..whatever comes of a friendship to approve with love..while i was failing ..living inside ..where she falls...deep ..a Queen of hearts..what becomes his soul..the makings of u..what waits still..i'm through..i defied ..what was confused..hope you understand..now...peace..Create..Shayla

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

SYNCRINIZE THE CLOCK/ WHERE I BE THE READ

Here i am.. a new year of mischief and antics..what breaks open..where i blossom..the rose to perform..an aroma..which carries me through emotion..i got so damn out of control..start laying out my scripture ..thank god..i made it through another lifetime of dialogues..what comes only when my God speaks and comply..with the quickness..i'm staring down the lyrics of my creative mind..searching for that minute to unwind...where trees are moving...breeze is flowing within my body..the charm of knowing my soul..rhythm digs deep down inside 2 prefix .brings da true meaning of..a woman 2 compose the lyrical syncrinize theory..a bold sound that makes all floors start to stomp..hands clap..click with fingar tips..moving the room..outta control..the tweat..where harmonies from birdland..where ballrooms become poetry dance appeal..uses her flow..performs her mantality..flies into slumber..boom witha feelin love..the plan emotional tributes..a touch of an open mic breakthrough..healing whats been through total mass confusion..a mixed flava without a taste 2 enjoy what eats words electric..so i die as a worthless tongue.. depression 2 laspe..damn..i'm done...no more 4 you 2give taste..gotta find a meal..with style on a plate..the meal for today is..the gift 2 hear what left u with emptiness..where i become a prize package..wordspoken..i thank the writer..i am the title..displayed...CREATE..sheila T Jordan..

Monday, April 20, 2009

PYGMALION..THE CHANGE FROM POOR 2 ROYALITY..A TRANSFORMATION IN BEAUTY

Pygmalian I come out as a wallflower..with an look of homeless center..i work for my royal.adventure..i crave for the world of living wealthy...i am your wash and dry clothes dryer..after my hands slaves as your scub board washer..where hands are so sore..from breaking my nails..sore from scratchin that board..the life i bring to you..poverty lives inside my life..that wears your home i clean..on my knees and work so hard..like no one sees ..a woman with no repairs in mind..but yet..u know ..where eyes open...claims it's support system..you walk around...me..it's support..examine a job well done..with noses up in the air and breathe to advertise me..your life of the poor and unwealthy..know to our tales of cindrella..an identity your not aware of yet..but in the hours of risking myself..as the clock ticks..makes a way to escape your clunch...the look..but knows no love..until..my pygmalion.emerges from it's work load..rises her head before the public..that takes one..sees a beauty ..to be holding..a crown ..with great fortune..with rags i wear..what sees my face..but knows i look familiar..erases what was once their life..but not conclude...so i embrace the moment..change becomes whats different in the eyes of a victim..turned around and..the woman that use to work..so poor...becomes da answers to her prayer..she now becomes the Queen of her lack...changing things..where the pygmalion is now rich ..proud..woman..what's obviously ..a dream about to happen..a story about my own analogy..where my kingdom calls me..it's twis t2 transform..her prince charming..where he waits..the king..which accommidate change..to a lesser GOD.. but2 his wash board...what was unqualified poverty..to pygmalion.. new property for the king create...Sheila...how proud am i...peace

Saturday, April 18, 2009

i would like to introduce you to CRYSTAL LAKE CATHEDRAL MINSTER..ROBERT SCHULLER i use to watch this show every Sunday morning..while getting ready for church..i don't know him personally..but when i hear him minister to his congregation..i join in with him,,the place is located in Garden Grove..California..MY older brother spoke highly of it's beautiful surroundings and the structure of their newly restructured Cathedral...i found this poem very confidant and reassuring..if you read it..every day..it will complete whatever projects is require in your life..the man can write..i have send away for tablets..he speaks with the heavens cultivating..what directions u will be heading and why it's chosen as gifts you will encounter on your way to God's righteous orders to live by...MINISTER SCHULLER i hope to one day visit your church..and meet your god gifted spirit..so u can see my work as well..thank you for being God's message to the world..hope i have brought u some knowledge to live by...peace..CREATE

SHAKE A HAND..MAKE A FRIEND

MY MY MY...look what happen with our prez..he's touching hands that resemble his..England's Queen Elizabeth ..the crown of the UK..was the scandal of mischief...no where in the history of buckingham palace..was anyone suppose to do this..but..as we walk on royal soil..bow to the Queen..when Barack Obama makes his way to be treated like the king..the arrival stirred publication..said omg..what have they done..a black man ..with moralities..makes his way through..showing hospitality..what eniciates respect..kindness and curtiousy..like a gentleman..but..oh..what did he do..why was Michelle mentioned..the talk of England..the Queen was amazed.. Obamas overjoyed..what would u had done...thats the question..the state lords of Parliment..gave no comment..to something so forgiven it's the media and it's apologizes..speaking for royality..i saw no injustice or crimes commited...just 2 Brothas crossing the throne of dignity and respect for the Queen.. Michelle was accused of doing the wrong thing..let's just say...it was a misunderstanding in good taste..the world and it's redicule..can raise issues all they want.. if the Queen and her dignitaries left it alone..then why does media matter..u misconscrew everything on the Queen anyway..is this any different from what u do?...She rules her kingdom..she became a woman in authority..the amenities captures the life of her people..where blood stains her triumph..aims..making a change herself..did u ever wonder if she admired the President for showing what's never been done.. will go downin our history..CHANGE is what OBAMA brings..it adquired GOOD TASTE>>>GO>>SUPERIOR>>>OUR U.S.KING there ya are..Q Elizabeth got SOUL..the rest is history..lol..but we know..what bothered the elite society of GREAT BRITAN..(how we look)..getting a way with it..PEACE.. CREATE..GOD BLESS

Friday, April 17, 2009

WANNA KEEP TAKING US BACK..WHILE JIM CROW LIVES

TODAY...i am going further than i have ever gone b4...if i start to sound explicit..can't help my grammar..it's the militant in me...this damn society can't get pass a color which breaks affliction..what validates our civilization 2.. escape..runs rapid like the wind..falsely accuses our pigment..still..in..2009..sickening ignorant stereotypes.. what depicts black skin..as sandbone..advertises my people..a face of licorice paint..i never in my life as a woman of color.. was looked at as coal..what can't b transformed..but i am beautiful as they come..yes..i was a child introduced as negro.. yes..i was given dolls..all nationalities..i even made some.. African American...lil princess..so my daughters could identify with themselves..but in our lives..we have a world that's tasteless.. sobriety's..what tampered with cold hearts and poor speech..makes fun of..goes da miles and burns bridges..cuts like a knife. slashed the penal codes of black dignity and self sufficiency.. the topic is.DOLLS..the liquor of generics..where you build walls on top of stupidity..what constantly shows what you are.. a racist insignia..branded our people..manufactures..the looked of quality..what lilly grade A..pink..white skin..cowardly fucks with demeanor..rips at what passes..camofloged..flesh..make uslook like tar babies..knowing damn well..it's your own insecurites.. wanting 2 be like us..it's quite obvious..when the Indians gave the name pale faces..life gave way on the dakotas and the arizonas and MahattanIslands..NYC trail controllers..what was not yours 2 begin with...land..sounds familiar 2 u..?..the retaliation..the only way to get even with a color..u looked at me everyday..hated what looks back..for reasons you don't know nothing about..but cense 2 understandhow we became..a change..suddenly..overnight..the world is surroundedbyfalse allegations..can't see were beauty lies..it's cause were in office..that's killing you..we are from many elements on this planet..you can't control or want to be called brotha or sistah..our slogan..what wears your blood line..your a liar..son a of bitches.. what the hell made youthink..we look like paint..don't wanna admit it.. the acts are right infront of you..won't except the truth..we are our your degrees of separation..the call to reinforce this generation..what wears your affiliations..playin your ignorant ass..like u took no part in malotta..illustrate our families as filthy..holding on2 a barbie doll.. with no clothes on..a slave left in a dirty home..with white as Superior. the industries keeps reminding me..your always gonna be ancestry..JIM CROW.. MARCUS GARVEY..EMMETT TULL..WILLIAM B DUBOIS..FREDRICK DOUGLAS..HARRIETT TUBMAN..ROSA PARKS..MARTIN LUTHER KING..MALCOLM X..and NOW..BARACK OBAMA.. SOULJAS OF LIBERTY..AWARDS THESE PRINCIPLES..now it's time that u wear us.. as our rights..as American people's party..join us or die trying..life never promises u anything..what begins to turn the tables around...we've had enough..it's our life..u talk about..our liberties and your President.. our new king of Nigerian. mixed breed..our strength..whether you see it.. his way or not..get over it..what calls a spade is..the world of color.. your hypocritical oaths...the world unites as white..falls...it's those bullshit theory...wearing painted black skin..you say..what looks at change.. again..your RACIST attitude is showing..but I'm a proud sistah standing out as proof..admit..the one that needs to be taught a lesson is you..dumb ass.. where our departed black Nobelist..writers..wears the true meaning of leadership and imperialist revolution..an act you've tried to circum 4 years uneducated.. needed our mindpower..hands and looks..what u tried to follow..like a thief in the night..What God told us all..when the world ends..u either join us..or b hurled in da fire..God's coming..have no other choice..don't matterno more.. how u look at me..stop throwing stones..this is not biblical epiphany..what sleigh's as an animal..the only punishment that wears the same similarities is white culture..excuse our white brothas and sistahs interracial..the coalition waits..what enriches becomes REBELS with the full throudle...GOD knows what he's gonna do..regardless of what the hell your fool ass wanna portray as a color.. and it's definitely not color blind leads me to destruction...your strategy..my angry commentary on white's hiding in that closet..PISSED..Poet..CREATE