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Wentworth Miller a Gallery of Photos

Wentworth Miller a Gallery of Photos

GHOSTFACE/ MY ACE..OLD WU TANG LOVER

Staten Island ..what cha gotta say..this was an enchanter the flamboyant lover..the straight up brotha that captivate my corner..there he was..a smile behind sheets and bees of shallon..the sword without the face covered..but please don't get me wrong..underneath was a copy of my distance lover..a soldier..with madcap evil eyes with no smile..a bad observor.with the swiftness..2 protect my assess..what a great entertainer he is..with feather leather jackets and threads with the name TONY STARKS..Not 2b mistaken as..Ironman(Robert Downey Junior) although he gotta hold of my heart and shaped it in2 wu-heaven..not because of his style of fashion..not because he was one of the Wu-Tang gang..but because he favors the love of my lifetime..My friend and ex husband while in a facility at LIVINGSTON CORRECTIONAL ..UPSTATE NY..for 11 years..I was the woman in waiting..the care package deal..the whole shabang..sistah Ellis..wondering how I did this ..well to say the least ..I was his lady for that long..I witness all elements of time..living in facilities.. working for their com, the neccessities of making it become forever..getting those cigarettes..eating..buying toiletries for his body parts..so one day I go visit sweetheart..smiling..grinning like a chesaire cat..when I arrived,there was a fight going on..the inmates was going after a guy with contrabend on a visit..suddenly the gates was closed..the visIt was cancelled..due to one person..who squealed.. but nobody knew who he was..until the gates were open,we commence to proceed outta the prison to leave,when all of a sudden...I heard somebody yell..Wu-tang,open up..the visit was back on..just when the i walked out to go board the bus..I heard another yell,Wu-TANG..I turned around and what did my eyes see,,but none other than,Tony Starks himself on a visit for u guest it.. RUSSELL JOHNSON..bka..Ol' dirty bastard himself..he was in Jail with my man..go figure..I quickly turn around and ran back to meet him and when I looked at his face,I couldn't believe the resemblence to my Boo..DAMN ..That was astounding..they look just like twins..just goes to show ya,,there a face..a ghostface,Iremember when my man use to call from the facility..putting Tony on the phone..saying..say hi..baby..I GOT HOOKED ON his silliness..the memories are well lived..R.I.P..OL'DIRTY..WE MISSYA BROOKLYN..PEACE..LOVE YA my ex seed..it was fun..and I missya..C..Create..Sheila

twisted

I'm writing this letter to whomsoever reads..i am addressing what comes as a surprise to people that reads my poetry..in the past weeks, it has been very delicate..but hurtful messages on a website referring to what i write.. as a whole..there's a certain someone whom will remain anonymous..coming to my site..trying their best to get..as I indicated..words very cruel..indignant and just plain ignorant..calling themselves what i should have as a man..that finds me..Quote; slangish and ebonic..and ask me ..WHY?..well..just to set the record straight..i am not indicating friendships or past relationships with online patron ism..this is a threat to my character.. judgements..concerning the way i do poetry..he lives in the Bronx..NY..I don't know why this person persist to make me look like a hypocrite..but if anyone is taking what i am saying to heart. thinking i am referring to them..I APOLOGIZE..i am a hard worker..a mother with family..where my reputation is being exploded a militant firearm..tackling some issues having to do with the street mantality and what it condones.. how another sees me as a anti-socialite..with no means at all..a real woman with love for them..I AM NOT..WHAT U WANT..a bunch of real crazed individuals are carrying a grudge..but at the same time..asking me why..I don't want them for a date..sick...it's been an on going cycle..back and forth..reported to his website but for the most part..making me feel..terribly nervous..to all that want a life..who really takes there trade of thought serious..when it comes to being something in their life,i have one to give..I do love..i do care..and i do want.. so much to be alone..no man or play friends to have a night of passion on behave sexual..I am a seriously considering a future with writing, a skill which has me up all night and early in the mornings, collecting photos, meeting people who takes what I do serious and a life worth the time and efforts I become as a human being..waiting for that day when God ,whispers as he does..let not your heart b troubled..but gain all access of time put in 2 profit..without any QUESTIONS OF DOUBT AS WOMAN..NO MATTER WHO IT IS..the game of chance will somehow fall beneath the test o time wasted..tried and claim it..mines to share with others..but...NOT.. I REPEAT..NOT at the expense of rearingan end 2 my character..eazy come and go home empty in my mind..what was given..a cause that still prays for a miracle waiting to happen...PEACE...CREATE..NO MORE..Let it go..let me b alone..like I was told from the beginning of poetry..

with countless hours of hard work..i was placed on this website as the journal.. with discreet..personal poetry interest..i played a mind..with all types of introductions..my titles to display as creation..the form potpourri..a selective combinations of trivia from comedy..drama..mystery..artistry and romance..but the best topic of all i am..is a lil piece of me..brought to ya by ..the plan 2 seek and you shall find..with no results..I owe it to myself to bring to lite a Topic worth the time and effort on my behalf..the pages..the focus..the smiles and in life..laughter of interests..without a doubt..on my behave..my time wears no face phoney..but to travel all through the websites..to find out about a place with no purpose but for visits..no words talking back shit on a boardwalk with sandcastles with many different elements to explore..cultures..until i met a method to avoid..it's called the game of chance..where i spin the bottle and release romance..what angle do i have to determine the outcome...dealing with frivolous comments concerning my behavior as a woman with class,Damit..Ebonics,Shit..Bronx.. you don't know me blk planet at all..delirious spokesperson.I'm none of your bullshit to wipe the soft tissue from your assess..subtracting to run away from..what avoids..the hard times and ignorance of being friends..jive ass lyrical marmalade..from the surface of my dialect..the biblical disadvantages..what can't become the baptized aftermath of 4play..the woman behind becoming..what had no intentions at all says..is what it is ..said and done..a thought greets a mind..no courage or potential..dedicated to a long lost friend..in like of themselves..I'm purpose in life..no plots or gimmicks..just a plan to stay out the way of lines rehearsed..written over and over again..a sucker born every day.. falling 4 it..CREATE..S T.Jordan..

CRAFT..AN IMAGE OF PROUDNESS

I worked my hands to the bone..til caliouses became the in effect..sore.. but i ache at the touch of measuring up..the hard labor,talent..gifted, where i am the bloodline to repeat my profession balanced..a force within me what greets growth with arms and legs to build my andolesence from crawling before i walk,become solid as a rock..like the ground holding us as the cement we stand on..the level of content..I made amends to never become..undone..until pens in hands becomes the Craft..soliciting..hoping to strive..not worry or acknowledge disbelief..just one enlightment of eyes..wide open,the gift taught..the brillance written..the cause of me..becoming Craft..and compliy showmanship ..strong..well porportioned..the center stage of performance ..ancestry..no one ever imagined I conquered as a king of my castle..police tried to deny why my entry became your desrespect concerning my domain and verbal translations..unexplained..reared Craft's ugly head 2 believein protect & serve,my innocence the tribute 2recorgnize..hard work of a leader..my demo displays truth..the author,his story line..character..the act 2discriminate worthy calibur..my entry..my skills..my ownership the preview.. what held inside..power u can't handle..wearing a part 2 portray..a gripping saga..what grabs at my demeanor..controls movement..2 defy roots I planted,the soil I fermented..the ground I uplifted and the critical madness of prodigy gifted..my theory..My trade of interest..the expression of toil and trouble mystery and mayhem...satire and drama..comedy or conclusions debates the genes of many who wins the prize for discovering interest 2 recognize family..what Craft exaggarates over a period of Thursday's News..making it look good enough 2 say I do believe..the generics are certified..accurate..where lights,camera.. action,..spoke out..left no corners cut..thats a wrap..artisty was intended to become the read..the writer announced..the new testimony of life..introduced..The relative...a Black experience discovered...where u are not required to attend.. the comment..C U L T U R E..With C R A F T proven me rude arbitraitor.. a man and his dreams..HARVARD'S SCHOLAR...Professionally skilled...the color no man or woman of this life time will ever neglect..a product of liberal Descent.. a kingdom for it's throne..an art form..MY IDOL..philosopher..MR HENRY GATES JR.. I honor the presence of your dominion..Ms CREATE..AKA..SHEILA (C)HARISMA(R)ECIEVETHE(A)CHIEVEMENTS(F)ORWARDASCHOLAR(T)ALENTS IN U..

24kt .DOWNSLOPE OF DEPRESSION

Though the hours come near to face beauty i wear..as a subtle expression of bitterness..my dear..I become your persuasive love rituals..I crave for days that carries me over words that say.. acting..I'm a fool..where mortal madness tries to blend in with my sober sense 2level a drink..what grabs me from behind..liquor sense.. what lifts my spirits before I make an attempt to beat what becomes a habit transcending..continues to talk flowers with apologies.. forgivin, all through late nights with years of forgetting..but wants not..years past only to return happy endings..so I walk away from future hold..on 2 rings..the proposal.. many I've gain to become..as.. once more..the bouquet..married young, with old taking a dive in 2 my ocean of passion..speaking the flood of lonesome tears..a dove..angel of mercy..waiting for a meeting 2decide whether I went wrong..while on my way to..not ever being a woman of Mr right 4 his wifey or shall I say.."common law"..just a carrier..a pigeon, sending messages of I do.. where I say..I love.. no one..but..who left me broken hearted and wonders..the imaginary thought..reneges setting me up to let me down eazy.. i don't give n take being advantage..won't be his damn excuse me for... a bitter cry..up front and personal..I'm tired of the response...U KNOW Create..u NEEDS love..no doubt in hermind..so what else is new...Does one care..toss salad..stay outta da mix..messing with my taste..HONEY..calls me..skin..lovely..by which i am in 2 your love and not what you can persuade me to give you..sooooooo...BLOW OFF..am i being 2 direct and Informal... SORRY..IT IS WHAT IT IS..Sheila Jordan..Create