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
Thursday, July 2, 2009
~~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
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
ONE TOUCH OF MICHAEL
Saturday, June 27, 2009
TORCH SONG/ REMEMBERING MICHAEL
THERE THERE NOW..(Michael's VOICE)...
this was to b expected...i see ya look up..with your tears enuff 2 float the
worlds population of drought empty..what i care so much for..what would
happen to us all..what i was all about ya know..the seas with it's tide to perform..like me with many memories I've given.i'm left as a trademark on your
music box..i wanted so much to b the type of humanitarian for my kingdom..wearing unity..longing for your love & compassion..but..my realm spoke bitterness,
I come 2 let these feelings subside wearing faces no one recognized..my own..
what I've become 2 u..talking..interpiding what tributes the side of life who
understands what i been through..i call her the copy ..whats inside of me..
she followed my journey..where her pain watched what came today and yesterday drama..both laced with sugar cane and rhapsodies with my brothas and sistahs singing..supporting the dream I've become..when my world tours breaks the bank..
I stand..smiling..waving..this is where she finds me..we become one..the pain
within what side herself..the image..lonely..changing what raised issues and
try to compromise fault..after the air started to close and i died..no one knew...
she still wears my image..I was a life..you once knew professional..but..I saw
a chapter of me burnt..being the accused..my rep abused."Pedophile"..the bed
friend of neverland..my island..where i cut all tides from growth ever 2 exist..
left a society accusing..with inuendoes..allegates..what reeks me as
propaganda speaks with young in mind..demeaning me news fit 2 commentaries..
why does life beat on me..talks like i am your enemy..when all i gave you was
talents surpassed..leaving the moon as your dance to incorporate years to follow..king of pop..when souls come as one family unit..I only described..my love..knowing..I was an outcast walking through fire of guilt
being thrown by the media coming in for the kill..so with this..I say..speaking
from the bottom of my heart..love don't live here anymore..i figured my face
wasn't enough to satisfy the change delivered..what i looked like 2 the outside world..could not be helped..so i rest inside of who lives my pain..this writer
is..a carbon copy of inner sides spoken..words I deliver..my final breath
of fresh air..UNNOTICED ..Goodbye WORLD..family..I love you all..signed...
Michael Jackson born..A life she holds on 2..AUGUST 29,1958...hers..AUGUST 23,1952..
IN CLOSE Proximeter 2US..Peace Brotha in the spirit..the pain is well lived..
born mutualllll..STILL..whats felt..long b4 I knew..I'll b there..I wear u..
like me...hurt..so i never can say goodbye, Instead..I say HELLO 2 neverland ..sailing..takes me away 2 where I'm the anchor2..ride the waves..
where my heart flows in wind..sharing a glove that represents PEACE ON EARTH..
WHAT WE ARE..***VIRGOS***..whats guides U2 what has always been inside of me..
the signs coming 2 a close..where I continue on..THE TORCHSONG..DEDICATION...(SAILING)..CHRISTOPHER CROSS..from me..(FACEBOOK) YOU TUBE..CREATE..SHEILA T JORDAN
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
AN ANSWER 2 PT II..IT'S NEVA TOO LATE IN Q?
I ANSWER DAVID CARTIER'S IT'S NEVER 2 LATE
Now u know ya right at the center of controversy..how can i disapprove ..the light
your so richly requested..remains the current conversations news..the point of no despair or humble beings with meaning 2 dispute your thought patterns ..with lessons
willing to break down and convey your counter productive views on helping lives be more in 2 loving,in a nation that pores it's heart out,cries,begs for a truce..
continues 2 oversees abuse,never giving cause or final words,thanking God for the sins that we've become,no points in everlasting peace, avoids how you feel, ignores
a life that's dedicates strategic commands..the limitations..immulates the rules like congress runs and escapes your reasons for new rules in legislations, moral
ammnesty..burning candles for victims facing penalties and aftermath effects,left
to disregard the needs for trial & error to discarriage what struggles 2 eliminate one another's lifeform, mother Earth,leaving time in a capsule 2 orbit space, human remains,what is the hell,is this what was meant for our civilization
created, persevation,the evolution 2 remain cloned chemistry, happiness, lures common decency 2 fall by the waste side,commands it's man/woman2 bow down and battle for their country, with no knowledge to watch there steps walking close to land
mines, from under your feet drama,what succeed everything to me has left to offer
death, the only release,leaves no conscience or draw conclusions, desert, build 2 destroy complexitites, build, destroy mankind.a sign 2 complete battle,one 2 one whose ahead, repeats the trivias requested, be ask, the game not played, life as well, but the enemy waits patiently,the new chapter 2 succumb a brain2 control,
take control pitfalls, make life uncertain, wears guilt on your behalf,names America
for changes 2 come,phanatically overcomes our Nations fought, with death and crime
right where we live..a precieved notion, no one will ever read in 2 our own defenses
raising issues in our own neighborhood,terriorized, the mind waits whats told in promises,burns u alive in native tongue and dangerous threats for our young 2 b witnessing,whats challenges the tug of wars,third world bombards,where eyes wide
opened,surrounds focuses,whats right in front of war colliding in American,,the beautiful,u think!!!!!!!!!!!!good willed takes it's chance on loving thy neighbor
takes was given..leaving u no space 2 sign yourself back home,where you never left
at all,signed you patriots, only in America..smiles..but at who?..peace..sheila Jordan...Create...ownership after name been given..now reads..MAYA..SMILING..I'VE BEEN IN HISTORY,KNOWN AS CECILIA..MEANING,SHEILA..ISLAM..SIMLIHAM..SHEILA,ARABIC,ISIS..EUROPEAN..CELIAH
Monday, June 22, 2009
LET IT BE THE BREEZE IN 2 CLIMAX
I'm desperate..the infimite release comes together..relax at peace..the
productis Trojan..what stares down my clevage..what increases the size of
my bosom..lays beside me..waits for performance..to lubricate what swells..
feeds theprotective orgasm..what rains overflow slowly taps in time with
yours..where the sound of doors closed..i become the howl of the night..an
animal emerged so furocius..roars..makes a kingdom so alluring..where i'm his woman..devours the body so magnificent..the sweat rolls down..over and around pressure points..knocking as the intersession dialects me like no other lover..
makes me scream with desire..touching those corners in need of pulsation..the
power to face me down under..linen and lace..pillow cases..softly consoles my
heart2 interlock to take charge of countless minutes..where sunlight rages
mornings beaming..playswith my love stages..deeply being cast..the sounds of fury..where the beast of beauty protects the final curtain call 2 bedrooms in
black language..keeps da days of wine and roses..what i see when u were my
piercely submerged tangle web we weaved. one full blown attraction open curtain
to find..whats down and out..whats left in that dark pleasure..the oncore to
what matters..the Trojan plays...b the last performance..a love..with jungle
hunger the roar in habitat..a kingdom for his QUEEN..MAYA? translation..
(SHEILA) IN EGYPTIAN...the inner PASSION..whats inside
2 lovers> CREATE...Sheila T Jordan
Sunday, June 21, 2009
COLORICs /A TAPESTRY READ...
(~~~~A poem~~~~)
I start by losing sleep..times grabs a hold of leisure ways 2
culture..he bleeds lines with raw footage..the art crafty repertoire
of hanging me out to dry type spectacle..where the body melts..drowns
it's cohabitants..send a message of radiance..where the sandcastle
plays swift movement..rides the soil and drips of fine outlines..movement
meets tapestry..the roads in Egypt..where fire storms blistering heat of exposure..where passion over endures your heart's beating..compels a
figure be the image..where brushes captivates..strokes you from under..
allows the wait to draw symbolically inside..travels through spaces left empty..control the inner spectrum of candy..sweet chocolate..where the
m&m mixtures leaps through your lovers liquor..places stronghold 2 lavish Ecstasy..where a fine line of love..draws u closer with the colors 2
distract.a mood for romance..u puncuates positive angle 2 gravitate heights..
coats whats sexy abbreviates the draw of facial pleasures..never to forget..
what sells as..the high price spread..delivers free of charge..with no
exception as it's down payment just rembrant moment..worn..a work of art..
being lost..find in time be 4 your portrait is gone..becomes..a purchase possessed..the optical illusion meeting what lies beyond color being rescued..free..I'm being SOLD..cast shadows with many eyes lookin on the
portrait better known as...the Instruments of WOMAN..a musical rendition of
notes read..the painting..Create..sheila T Jordan
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
