"Friday, August 7, 2009
Good morning. Imagine if all your words for the past 24 hrs had been recorded and turned into a transcript. How would it read? Would there be more life than death? Would it include words filled with life that build others up? How much of it would contain grumbling, complaining or even name-calling? (REMEMBER) what comes out of your mouth reveals who you really are. Focus on speaking words of life and blessing! If you change your words, you'll change your life. -(Joyce Meyers)
God is Love
Rev Run"
Friday, August 7, 2009
REV'S POINT OF VIEW
"Friday, August 7, 2009
Good morning. Imagine if all your words for the past 24 hrs had been recorded and turned into a transcript. How would it read? Would there be more life than death? Would it include words filled with life that build others up? How much of it would contain grumbling, complaining or even name-calling? (REMEMBER) what comes out of your mouth reveals who you really are. Focus on speaking words of life and blessing! If you change your words, you'll change your life. -(Joyce Meyers)
God is Love
Rev Run"
THE SOUL IN ME I WEAR
The soul embarks...what remains in my heart..caresses my bedside..
a buddle of nerves stops..where I soothe my body..smiles with joy..
laughter..craves for your love..inside what's deep..piercing..keeps
me still to relax..where my spoken repitore melts and loose all train
of thought..a single female wants u badly..wearing..my drink of wine..
prince valiant..my kingdom for his Queen of hearts..a bridge over
trouble waters..rises to the top of liquid nature..leaks a sigh of
comfort..the soles of my feet..plays tag..ur it...curls..tickles mines..
where we meet..under sheets of lilac and perfumed fragrance..what a
scent while the room speaks incoherent..a mind boddles..flows so
merciful..unwhines..revitalize the moment of passion leaves one holding on
2 partnership..a song..a symphony..where love unlimited performs the
motion in oceans..what drifts the tide..shakes an effect where..Barry White..serenades u in over drive..he moves mountains..storms..performs
an erection..a violin sends me to heaven..where..I never wanna loose u
my self infliction..2 no end of..what began a simple hello..what talks a
good game..where objects meet..my truffle becomes a Chocolate center
piece..candy liquor..how can I pretend what wet my undergarments..what
plays below the waste line...where water trickles down my flesh..a
prize package wrapped..an angel of the night..sweet nectaur..the cure
for desire..comes alive..wakes me 2 call for your soul..body..what I give
for pleasure of your lips..eyes of darkness..what lifts my spirits..
makes me weak..a tendah touch of mellow magic sparks a reaction 2 what
enlightens whats' electric..a raging force 2 find ourselves..happily ever
after..a writer..calling for an answer to loveland..always and forever..each
moment with u..I imagine the glow of love..pending..loving u..waiting til you..
send for me..Create..S T Jordan
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
THE STAGE IS SET
long behold..I am the stage told..the performance thrilled..the audience
filled..the room is still..waits as i make a motion to stand in position..the curtain remains decoration and I become your entertainment..where eyes see a lifeless sound of greeting..who am I..while the voice of people all around
smiles with laughter..slowly..I bow..to what gets ready for the a show..without
anywords or paragraphs..no song or dance..no music or band to rhapsody melodies
of a man in BLACK, a side of no following..who did u expect..the curtain opens..
the people files in..I'm so impatient..what am I waiting for..your the classical bandstand..the stage..a light as it shines on me..One human..the story
of loosing script,I stand once more..an act 2 follow..the end of encore..
losing you..SPEECH..a REVIEW..poor..Create..Sheila T Jordan
4 CORNERS OF BEAUTY
here..
we have blocks of separation on this picture...but..the sisters with fine
soft looks and smooth velvet skin texture..a variety of Nubian..culture..the
diversities combine with a spark of pigment..challenges itself among white..
defies the tone..habits me..to stand out or to smell the sweet nectar of juice
that flows from ones sweat glands..signify all 2 transcends..become color..but
opposites our men black beauties 2 change..what measures me on a scale of balance..
what examines the amount..QUANTITY of love from our brothas..what explains my qualifications as a beauty is the eyes of it's beholder..African American descent..strong..brave..NOBLE..so..what in the hell makes u think..while I read
your comments..u rave on the matter of WHITE..being chosen by a blk man,you so
ur superior to all his Queens..this was a topic of interest wriiten where she explains how she's upset..why all our sistahs are hating on the matter of our brothas choosen them over us,well as the story continue to strike a nerve in the
pit of my stomach..it just so happens.. A blk defense talks back..the anger..
the disgust..how you speak like u got it like that..don't take it out on us type thang going on...because blk men find us too fat..loud..on the offensive,wanna argue,wanna fight..wanna act like their angry with every white woman..well this brotha comes back at her with both barrels..he gave her a piece of his mind..blk..letting her know..just because a blkman except a white girl over his own,just because she stands up for herself,just because the facts are shes
superior to him..works harder..she purchases her own home..her own strengths and never takes shit off of him or anyone..she's a mother..wife to her husband and children..raised in a christan environment..our past history qualifications..with discipline and respect for her people..which you know nothing about..when your white..taking charge of mine..our life.. your eazy going..your scared of challenge,you kiss ass..lick us all around our genital..become the anals getting butt fucked..what you like coming from a blk man.. you do anything our brotha ask
u to do..the beauty is..what beauty does 2 u..at any size..shape or attitudes of sistahs..the culture..does not give you the right to tell any blk woman,your tired..when were tire of hearing cries about abuse..from the likes of blaiming
only black brothas being whipped because of accusing the blackman of rape every single time u drop your draws..behind closed doors..right now..he could be
playing yourass with his color & u say ur his...lady u talking shit..where we
have the right to put your ass out in the pasture..sweat like my mother did..like
my grandma did and like I still do..being a man..blk.. never looking down on any
black sistas...u can take that high sadity blkman with his education and good working skills..like you said he's got and kiss my ass..u making it eazy..with no means of christan values..what's cleaned your homes..washed your floors..cooked
your meals..where his ancestors's dick was being munched on..by the master's wife behind his back..kissing the best of white & being hated at the same time..thats
a wannabe mantality..a slave trade..u marketed..now u got networks,bringing up
the rear,feel me..blkman in corporate dwellings..thinking it's been your abilities
as a hard working brothas in business got him the position..moving on up..like
George Jefferson..it's called..living the life..kissing your ass..your never once ever experience as a black man..and this white woman..she's disrespecting...and while u at it..betta check yo'self,this is what it is,..sorry..apologies goes out
to u sistahs..here we go again...Slavery is back..that same bullshit...what goes around comes right back..but now wearing balls & our brothas cock..."Queens"..I
love ya..and I got your backs..SIGNED..a man called..nigga Please!!!!.u love 2 be with..CREATE...SHEILA T JORDAN
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