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

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.

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

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..

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