Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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??
Friday, July 17, 2009
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
Monday, July 6, 2009
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..
Sunday, July 5, 2009
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
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