what misunderstands..no one hears

TODAY..i took a look at character..i smelled a rat on my computer...a senseless.. example..to create a mess..what became just a thought process...what blames a certain concept of interest..not thinking how or what can destruct the whole day's activity...what..corrupts..taking you all over that subject..burring u alive.. like a creature of havoc..the torch which lights that speech..what becomes misunderstood...feeling like an asshole with no knowledge...no matter what you believe it's an act to console or help..as support...no matter what the attitude is..it's out of place..what your portrayed as..if you become the long distance with no voice to represent..i am a mouth..the air i breathe...it lowers airs expectancies to save the best intentions..but..sees life..u justifies as..a turn for the worse.. i am a person..human..what you gave me..i live like the swans of the lake..that guides me..the spirituality God gave me..the good of man/woman..has no notion.. become the distinctive mindset made..where i am God's creation..no snake or devil's response 2 dominion..but..wears a soul that shapes the core of apples left bitten..i am your blood relations..that beats me down..that wears my bones...just like i'm under construction..the identity...you know well..but depicts me as..no help..but a threat..can't see pass anyone positive...comes without a words notice..but..when i do represent..the eclipse forms..all over the sun..my life transmit..where frictions occurs to be dammed...the curse of darkness..where trials and tribulation looks at you...not me..as devastation..i am the love in hopes to keep your mind..i don't mean to impose..but..the dark which claims my soul..demands attention from you..anyone..not selfish ones...how can i be the comfort and peace..with goodness in my heart..the laws are not to challenge your anger..but justifies da misunderstanding..the world is falling around judgement..i'm a victim of persecution..where my words are documented..copied and listed as a case in court..the guilt hangs me as it's noose..i'm a close topic of choice...my sincerity finds me in rage..why??..the devil knocked..the door opened and the power of attorney..bites my butt..right in the neck of charity..sounding argumentative.. blindbehavior is not call for..as my heart fades into the sunset..sparks gave way to ugly attics..where you just try to set the record straight..with hostility.. forcibly feeling..like you've been outwitted..i am not what anyone can understand among the skeptics..lost individuals..seeking to find a way to help love as no stranger..but blood relations..without any call for mishaps..but 2 recover..a patron saint of approval..excuse me for living..support becomes the enemy...God help you..I've bitten off more than i can chew...you call yourself a righteous businessman..as u were...pleaseeeee!!!!!!!!!!!GOD..help...Peace..Create

NU-YAWK COMING AT YA..ZY COMING 2 A STORE NEAR YA

ZOOYORK..clothing is on it's way as i speak...hats..sneakers.. slacks..WELCOME TO WORLD THE GRAFFITI..THE ART OF THE 60-70 AND NOW....come get a taste of years living the east coast dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ZooYork is a style and social philosophy..inspired by the NYC graffiti art subculture in the 1970s originate from the subway or simply Zoo York was a hault of early old school writers hanging out with the hipples around Central Park bandshell in the late 60s-70s by graffiti pioneer Rapper Ali (Marc Andre Edmonds) of art soul artist..the subway artist gathered at the night Manhattan..the tunnel construction project ..which goes through Central Park from 1973-1974 extention of broadway..BMT line and sixth ave IND lines at 57th st terminal stations...just south of the city zoo..underneath the Zoo grounds and out..under 5th ave connection 2..recently completed 63st local graffiti line..local graffiti writers..boosting one another ..over a sheathed wall..climbing down into the tunnel below..inside ..where 4 sets of subway tracks..uptown and downtown(IND) and (BMT) created a subterranean Monkey house enviornment for invading street kids around..scrawling graffiti..where walls were tagged..the extinct ZooYork wall is prominently displayed on pages from..THE FAITH OF GrAFfItI..the 1974 photo essay book..a documentated by.. Mervyn Karlansky and John Naar..text by NORMAN MAILER (praeger Publishers) INC..check it out...peace Create

THE HOUSE SHAYLA RULES...CREATE'S~~p o e t r y

WELCOME...Your invited to my comfort zone of poetry..the room where NYC SPEAKS LOUD..passionate...harsh..bitter...in raged..in love.. personal..platonic..cynical..direct..to the point of breathing your air... what transmits from electric statistics..what blows horns..fights those enemies..correct those battles..which lays you out on tables and feeds ya lovely admendments..according to the bellies of laughter.. the sonnet of splender..what sends you home..a warm embrace...tendah moments..lyric leaves soring..takes a bow..thanks you..NEW YORK's >>BOWERY>> the clicks..clacks..where i be feelin the crowd..my second home.. feelin you..feelin me..with altos..seprano..tena and hip hop with class.. mello throat holds..that keeps u coming back for mo'..the rapsodies..with sexual overtones lavishly..drinks your tingling sensations..gently meets marqueritas and martini's..what ranks me..10 more fills in your glass.. flows like a melody..fortifides me..the club where i make it happen.. da place to be..join us..peace..Shayla..CREATE.. YA FEEL ME..YOU WOULD WANNA.. A TOAST..DA DRINKS ARE ON U..LOL..SIGNIN OFF..d:>)::*_*::(<:p.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ happy day in NYC..OUR stadiums are new&improved..seeya next week.. where...I'll be the story..at citi stadium in FLUSHING Queens... HAVE A GOOD SUNDAY..GOD BLESS

BINGHAMTON NY..ASK THE QUESTION: WHY???

One less cry..one less try..you take my life and then i die... you swept what was so selfish...heartless..demeaning..a sabot ore with ammunuition.. aims at good people..tried to make their life secure human beings...with a new found home..all over the lost of a job..what expires you..others had to suffer..whatever your life was.. compare to taking it out on another..for your speech dialect..no one comprehened..your soul had a mission..and it wasn't thinking..loner ..like they said the life you led..in and outta work...for no apparent reason..13 mothers children..fathers' baby girls..sons..happy families YOU..had no care in the world for..them..a future..living the chance.. to make it in America..learned a trade...off of some..planning that some dream...killing yours..totally innocence..he from evil..walks in and fires at all of his victims..wither or not..it's a shame and i am not where you are...but i know not..the life's outcome of wickedness but..if this continues to say..collide..in any way u see it..only the strong survives the massacre..when i say die...then were all in this together..CREATE..Sheila T Jordan..to all the the loveones of the thirteen victims killed..MAY GOD BLESS YOU.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (PSALMS 90:10,12,13).... THE DAYS OF OUR YEARS ARE THREESCORES YEARS AND TEN,IF BY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ REASONS ..FOUR SCORE OF STRENGTH LABOUR AND SORROW..FOR IT IS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SOON CUT OFF AND FLY AWAY..SO TEACH US TO NUMBER OUR DAYS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT WE MAY APPLY OUR HEARTS UNTO WISDOM..OH SATIFY US EARLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WITH THY MERCY..THAT WE CAN REJOICE AND BE gLAD IN ALL OF OUR DAYS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

MEET ALICIA SALDENHA

MEET AND GREET TO MY BLOG "YOU TUBES NEW ARTIST" FROM THE UK..I AM FEELIN THIS WOMAN.. ~~~NO DOUBT~~~ Ms SOULSISTAH 100..AKA..ALICIA SALDENHA A TRUE QUEEN OF R&BLUES A SONGSTRESS THATS ON MY BLOGGER LIST OF CONTACTS WERE PERSONAL PEN PALS ..WHERE WE ARE EMAIL ONE ANOTHER ..NOW SINCE WE FOUND WE HAVE A LOT IN COMMON..WRITING..POETRY KEEP HER IN MIND..FOR YOUR NEXT GIG YOU CAN ALSO CONNECT WITH HER @ YOUTUBE.COM/SOULSISTAH 1OO.. REMEMBER THE NAME>>ALICIA SALDENHA.. ENJOY..PEACE...CREATE

SIGN OF DA TIMES/ WHAT OWNS YOUR KITCHENS &CLAIMS U / BESIDES YO"SOULFOOD

NEW YORK CITY IS IN AN UPROAR..it appears we have a chicken restaurant in HARLEM and in BROOKLYN..calling itself..Obama's restaurant..where the people of our fair city is on the break of radical protest..how does one claim a name.. as your own..the people are making a point..your not a black own commodity you move in our neighborhood..bank your earnings..wearing a smile..taking us by storm...where i live..thinking..it's the American way u live..in our hometown.. what Obama can do..using his name..the first African American president in office. thinking..it's a combo state of mine..marinate your place of business..your outta place..the title represent a president..he is a man you can be proud of..look up to..your feed with a license..as meals in mind..at the expense to gain black in a establishment..hospitality..at the price of his name..yes u might feel..it's what compliments dining..in good taste..but what honors a man with so much character we will greet him at our tables..support your stores..what brings the blacks in knowng all the time..profit looks like him..opens doors..to every Obama restaurant as your own idea..but we know that's not the chase..the war might end in Iraq..sending the man home..but not here..in the USA..someone should let the people who know..immigration..whomever they are..the people of our neighborhoods..are not deaf..dumb..blind or stupid..as long as theres a civil rights union..this is a racist act..using the president's name..to follow a plan..where strategy talk a good game..Obama is who we need for political gain..where your motives spelled his name..as your appetite for money in the ghetto..what congregates..what loves chicken..in a black man's state of mind..welcoming your conduct as the name on your awnings outside..this shows how ludicrous American patriotism is..our system should call civil rights leaders to take a stand..enough to cause the status quot here in this country..to correct what have to be..what looks improper to those that see otherwise..make it speak..where..we have the authority to make changes..in honor of our President..but..we really don't know what is excepted to people with another concept of interest or cultures all we do know is..it's done in poor taste...what caters to a lesson learning..finds alternatives to set the records straight..it's not a cause to release hostility or angry..with no knowledge of why..but the people that wanna be heard..need that time to send a message...using Obama's articular bank ground as your gain..is a mistake using a black man's creditability..his title as our neighborhoods..start for change when someone says it's OK to say ..yeah..why not..that's when i say..only if..your not banking in on my black behalf.. why can't i get paid..just my thoughts..exactly..in closing..who is in charge..no one's got a clue..what the hell is going on..check yourselves..like Lawrence Fishburne said at the end of Spike Lee Joints movie...school daze..~~w a k e~~u p~~p e o p l e!!!!!!!!Create

~~MANTLE PIECE POET~~WHAT GIVES BACK

i emulate like my showcase..where i make a tribute to..the hard.. sacrifice..where night calls my prize winning ideas..where the smiles of laughter greets your turning point of books..who i follow as my format where my lines of victorious signature..meets as it's audience..admiration of leaders..future writers..brings to mind.. a warm demand to display all and everything trans global..the peak of performance..where i place myself on a mantle piece of love exposed to the world..proud..royality becomes the gift from God..our master..chief of manuscripts unfold..opened to the public..i hear and obey life of what becomes poetry..spoken word..what indicate u and I..thoughts written down on paper..processed as a daily planner.. where i saw my soul..the essence sees vision cross paths..witnessed with my own eyes but..heard no sound..suddenly..outta mom's mouth..her lips were moving.. she was making conversation with me..after a hard day of work..where i had worked overtime..tired..when..my hearing disappeared..drifted in2 twilight..i ask..whats happening to me..i was so exhorted..mom lips were moving..the powers that be was leaving me deaf..like a deaf mute with a birth defect..the Lord had me try 2hear her..but..i still could not.. her voice was my eyes..where i tried to motion..something kept me from hearing..like a switch that cuts off energy. where light took a walk..suddenly a strange thing happened..i never ever experienced before..while she was looking at me...i was reading her lips.. where she asked..what's wrong..my sight started seeing writing going across her face..letters moving..like a composition in session..right before my eyes..as fast as a train in motion..i was scared...i ask my mom for a pen and a piece of paper..again..i saw her mouth move..but i still did not hear what she said..i ask again for a pen..when she could not find one..i proceeded downstairs to my room.. at that point i felt a poppin sensation in my eardrums..my silence was breaking..i found a pen and a memo pad..proceeded to write..but what!!!..i did not know..all i wanted to do is write for some reason..like i was being lured..i finished within an hour went upstairs to show my mom..at that point..i realized ..i can hear her voice..i had written a full page poem..yeah..i had dabbled off and on..but didn't think nothing of it..became a hobby of mine..when my mother read the poem..she replied..you wrote this when u went downstairs..is that why u wanted pen and paper..sheila?..of which..i answered..yeah mom..she asked..did u read what u wrote.. i said..uhhhh..no..i didn't..go and read your work girl..alone..before i left her..she made the sign of the cross in front of me..i had chills to go all over..said..you are..what God had answered for me..the continuation..why i never got to finish my gospel poetry being published..i never would have had the plack.. if it wasn't for my grandson..Russell..i never would have the plack from the library of congress..an award for coming in first place..with their book..showing my prize winning poem on the front of it..(wake up and live) the title on it... as..me..the owner..I'm blessed sheila and now..it's your turn..you will be the finished product..God passed the gift over to you..daughter..u must not stop..right after..i started writing everywhere..my son survived the 911..world trade incident...her plack and his united negro college fund plack..hangs side by side. on our dining room wall...the gifts..that what i believe..a life worth giving back..I've become her mantle piece poet...thank you so much mom..for life..my talents...my seed...where I'm making it for all of us..as well as my partner WORDSONGS..love you all..peace..CREATE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CHRONICLES (16:11-12) SEEK THE LORD AND HIS STRENGTH.. SEEK HIS FACE CONTINUALLY.. REMEMBER HIS MARVELOUS WORKS THAT HE HATH DONE.. THE JUDGEMENTS OF THIS MOUTH..