THE PENALTIES RELEASED IN LOVE&DEATH

THE NEWS ALL WAY..IN DA NEWS...SAD..VERY SAD...AFRAID TO LOVE ANYMORE.. I am a angel..with tendar love..with arms to extend my close feel..keep u hugged.. i hold you dear..i reach out..i touch so near..to what hurts..to what breathes.. to what attacks..ends the seed..when he raises his fist..grab my throat..smack my face..what cries for attention..i gasped from being cut off..i look deep inside your heart..where you don't know yourself..i beg for forgiveness..run to escape.. u stand over my body..commence to aim the trigger..how many times will i become the victim..of love transpired through hatred..where a tiny seed implanted..grows the target along with it's motherlode..one shot..babies born..one mother...all gone..Lord..what was i here for...why are my genes to b destroyed..what was his mind saying..while i was a woman in love...who was that man i reported to the law inforcement..the kicks of brutality..the beatings..the scars of an animal..a beast of burdens..i ask for help...a wriiten statement to defend myself..a plea 2 save my life of assault and battery..a lifeless Queen..his childrens mother..so i lay in the coroners chamber's..shot unmerciful..numb..no feelings..no life...gone..i recieved no protection..no response to be treated..a guardian angel in love with all her children..what did i do..we all became the examiner's death announced mother..children and now..the murderer..himself..the father..a mentally disturbed man with a pass..a case of neglect..on the police dept's list..a parolee..the respond..no cry for help left..b4 life made us history..down through the years..victimized by..a cause in effect...no one hears...cares less...HANG MY HEAD..AND CRY...why??

SEND OUT THE CLOWNS..

Let me start by saying...it's been a week and a half..i am not feeling any different..l am furlong in my facial expressions..my days and nights are feeling nothing..never looked so deadpan..the pain runs like what churns in my stomach..the clockwork inside ticks only for a moment..an image..sick..living\a smile and know my heart is aching..but playful distinction..holds me against my nature..to perform with a love to make anyone kiss the floor they walk on..then run to escape that bullshit.. faking funks..while Parliament grooves..we are..but funk and wagnals test of time..2proved i be the genius of life..understand the love lost off on this planet..burns like hell..angry.. chasing rainbows with no aftermath.. but the pain..the urge to struggle looking on the outside of abuse..wore from within a face..what breaks itself..separates your beauty..where desire can show an emotion or feel a life of it's people..what changes things..u become the earth..the three circus..the big top...what wears 2 different personalities..born indentical..no one can see..like him..the face of an angel..love wrote off the wall..while smiling..this face leaves himself.. becomes a tragedy within self discipline of oneself..Sheila...2009.. FURLONG..the end...Happiness is..the key 2 love welcoming your shores as the flood cries..i am still your rescue 2 spare life..4ever

COMFORT ZONE

TRUTH BE SAID.... I was your resting place with no walls read..in silence ..i roamed from corner 2 adapt losing what edged my persona..from becoming the locked key in hotels& villages...carivans with straw canopies..lonely..deserted..becoming a new face.. all over again..what now is being issued as a clown...the very image of vision lost..outta touch..who walks..terriorized my life..talent left not knowing himself but..MJ..what whispers, unveils lifeless..with thousands of worldly transparent observors..speak..cold as ice..wears laughter underneath..i might break..like a piece of brittle..but life's burdens from whats hides truth..lies..kept quiet in secret..treated as a dismissal..whay before i'm gone...my remains..it's my shattered dreams ended..the journey has already left me it's useless pain..no benefits..a payoff..children becoming..the toss of a coin..determines who will be awarded when i'm gone..the segregate thinks only about the money..digested life signed documents read..found deep within my self afflictions..a human being made of flesh..with a heart so unsurpassed..incredibly astounding..turns to look back..where..skies had become my earth 2 reconcile..forgiveness..down on bending knees..crying..begging for an apology..reaching their hands out..spreads love a lil too late..when the third day I ascended..with my Lord..Jesus Christ..he carries me home to paradise..where i wear no names blamed ..no benefits left unclaimed..or love neglected..just a soul..where hearts scattered over villages & walls..hotels visits..a mark i left as what was tranquil and peaceful..the demise is now rested..forever & a day..you came(TODAY) to say goodbye...A PROCLAMATION 2 ACHIEVEMENT & STRONG WILLED...GIVEN TO..~~~Mr MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON~~~1958-2009~~when the heavens cried, a child emerged an adult with a plank from Congresswoman..Ms Sheila Jackson Lee.and mine you..I wrote this last night..had no idea he was being awarded from his own supporters..ain't that something..I added this after the service..instead of killings and target practice..he reacts as the gifts he receives as God's WORSHIP 2 counsel authority..the sounds of the TRUMPETS .where the sands of time emerged his arrival..where drums opened a Nation stompin..where the lights of performance left you mesmerized..with tears of joy and laughter reads where there is love..I'LL BE THERE..forever and a day...with my people of this Earth..PEACE AND MAY GOD BLESS U ALL..that's something..like Daja vue..scary..my reaction..I got chills all over me..that the spirit of GOD...and i don't play .when he speaks as the earth starts to rain down on us..rumbles..where silence is now going home..a golden casket..CREATE..Sheila T Jordan..

DREAM LOVERS

While i visualize u..the makings of a beautiful figure..whats fills the room with on lookers..i become what stands to judge , the lifeless stare..but represents love with a portion of it's antics..i get played with from behind..what tangles with my aura..proceeds as a square, curved individually shaped to order..the elegance enhanced, hands will approach me..meetings of the minds set,thought 2 create..no separate parts intertwine what feels, emptiness, leads 2 a combination of a heart that's broken in 2 pieces..but shares an emotion, what lovers do, the presentation of him & I,portrays..the immoral hands of jig, saw spangled, rubbed down, secured immensely..through the lovers dream, stays a secret, they hide away in colors of themselves wicked..wild, sexually planted, a work of art..what bonds..keeps it worth 2 have..so i stroke with lines of me with angles and percussion, held close, wants for nothing..but your love, a kaleidoscope captured, a class all by itself, becomes the finer picture to import, true love, the conquest to make a museum our permanent resting place, where love builds on becoming what made me believe, the cost of trust..earned..Loving a body, living a dream to focus on reality..ignored, I'm taken for granted..but..beautiful, not for SALE..ask somebody,where is the love, a picture worth an image, memories unspoken, can't ever be 4REAL loving..in 2 what's stolen..never drawn apart..Dream Lovers..hang in there..someone has got 2take you (serious)..find the right colors..where a mixed emotion like ours..becomes the globe of love..touched by the artist.."The Painter"..Create..Sheila T Jordan

MY READ / THE BREAK DOWN

BENEATH THE SHADOW..."READ".. I become a epic tale..one with a love for silence, counseltation.. read..think,whats read.. i drift into motionless feed..fighting the forces.. where i built only on truth..but my life wears a mark..2 perpetuates my read.. with characters..i begin a story of love and mayhem..it starts off with a a lil bit of tender moments..increase satire..as it's lonely cure from outta world mischief and constant battles..when words collide..speaks with no definition.. i come to defy my own interpretation, my creation of literature..i wear sweet altos and deep sopranos with feet to represent my stature, stands as a defense mechanism,what lies beneath read,therefore i become the misleading subject, the act in love poetry..i will change from time to time,not exactly like a chameleon..to transform my way around wearing shoes like yours or an act to follow,i'm just a read, with proudness personified..where i become my words.. the angle in life's brutal tabloid..the business of telling fairy tales and doggiedog pantimimes..a face..whats reads escapism from stereotypes..but.. longs for the challenged read..the brutal aspects of first come,2 serve me as it's zone, a wall to shut down critics..what wants to become what's fresh..clean..hot off the press, copy of time life on a newsstand..the print of the land..the eyes of many forming it's conclusions to whatever the read becomes..i am it's holder..determining whether or not..honesty lives, through the writers..the pen speaks and what your soul goes through in the aftermath, to build one's character,the eyes of book sense..with a code of silence..but bends down and kicks tale..for a few words that spells yo"life history..the rules to live by...the claim..accused..whats exaggerated in the first place,a lil bent out of shape..the read, an on going way to succeed with emotions.. with brutal after effects.what lives the tide..will lift any watered eyes to be an exalted..the read..the hands that write a repertoire or a love story with an ending..be it big or small..a drama of the first language..it speaks my career..my plug can't change what thought processed for need of my talent, you raise me..an issue..speak out..with tongues tied..as the read becomes your front page news reports..now i'm confused,in this battle of respect..which one am i using to gain a fortune..willing 2 compromise a living becoming a reportorial to recognize the arts..living entertainment..your comments anyone..i though so...isn't that whats called..the pot calling the kettle..black..the satire..same motives..no difference..the arts of entertaining you..as it's..POET.. sincerely yours...the..CREATE..peace..Sheila T Jordan

MY NIGHT AT THE COTTON CLUB

The night was spectacular..the weather was just right and the time..well; i got there too late..but i did make it for the entertainment.. i got to see my cousin recieve the awards...the people were all affliates of the Eugene Lawson Learning Institute..a very upper class..banquet..the food was come see come sah..over the head type.coutore..lilbits of odours..sparkling champagne..pink was my favorite and the clinking sounds of glasses. tasting..joy and laughter all wrapped up in2 one very nice affair..it was my time to go on..when i looked again..my name was being called..only to discover..my act was cut ..due to the time that the cotton club was running..we were suppose to leave at 11:30..when i get a whisper in my ear..i had to hurry..the affair was suddenly ending at 9:00..the time i arrived to end..i felt so bad..considering i was stuck underground on the subway..where my daughters were waiting for me outside in my daughters kia..she had been waiting for me an hour..while my other daughter was to meet us at the club after work..where she even got there before me..i was so hurt..ashamed i wanted to hide my head..like an ostrich in sand..but my couz was alright..i made it last..read Michael Jackson's torch song..the pleasure principle..pt II..and my tribute to JUNNIE..AKA..EUGENE.. after the ceremony..all his guest was awarded as well for supporting the students and facility of his INSTITUTE..I wanted more pictures to be taken..but to be blunt about the situation..my older daughter ...shatika was just plain mad and frustrated due to the time,,the money..wasn't satisfied with the whole night,,she had to travel from N.J..GAS MONEY...no time to enjoy the night..goes in2 the drama with me about some pics on facebook she didn't want me to put on..everything just got outta hand.. she very delirious about her family being on the Internet..due to the pedophiles and all..the bottom line..i felt bad all week..didn't rest..went to work depressed..so much for a happy ending for me..i recieved something in the mail from my cousin..you will see..what i am talking about on the front page of my blog..God Bless you all.. thanks for listening..peace..Sheila..Create