IN2..LOCKING..PHASE ONE IN SHAKESPEARE

One..an embrace..2 simulates our being..i see a flaming fixture..a towering passion.what waits to expose your sexual behavior..where i come as your helper.. my deep composure..what compels me to midnight pleasure..what calls for..the kind of sounds...i long for..you lay me down..whisper..Ilove you..while heat draws me close.where i touch your smooth rubdown..with sweet emollents..spread my flesh around ya...midsection..where toes performs..acts in shakespeare..where your soul plays a soft elixir..holding on2 me..the smell of our air captures ourselves.. i wear..the footaction..dive down..below secretion..what lures..devours..your attachment..the subject of mystery..the room with walls so boxed..2 inject..b the square left in u..where i elect as taught..learns da victory..the body warms..so sensitive..and yet..so provocatively understanding..once the art form touches me and strikes..whays me against the firey edge of limbs..clinging 2..prevent a fall..where love grabs..cums as close proximeter..where hands begin to take your innocence right from under and in front of 4play..works it's taste among your strong holdin..me..an in2locking phase..acts out..whats waiting..where i sneak in2 pants bulging for romance..what gave u comfort..the stroke of agenius.. picturing our love..but..what don't feel..now..my soul draws to a close.. the box folds..i'm left to collect dreams...what gave us no days of wine and roses..spent..but an later date to start all over again..what wears a foot in mouth..thinking..you was inside sagging..without no lines left 2 shakespeare.. no acts 2 follows..where completion yearns 2 be worn deep..taking you home..commiting encore effects..where my feet cums out of your draws..standing 2 ovulation..the climax..an end 2 hormone comsumption..what closes the curtain.. found from a singular motion..2 rotate..a picture of touch..the cut above da rest..what gives the love4 plays of shakespeare in love..the restoration of life..where death..i wore..cums alive 4ever more..CREATE..

STRENGTH THAT KNOWS ME WELL.. THE MAN I HONOR...NYCs.DJ..WBLS..Dr.BOB LEE

Today..i will be sharing a story of inner city broadcasting..with one of my closest friend i ever known..like brother and sister.. tight with..we connected.. an all round..down to earth..loving ..cool and suave cat..it only took a great smile..dignified persona..and well driven attitude..to be an affiliate..while dealing with inner city broadcasting...from 1986-1991..i had the opportunity to become friends with a great group of gentleman..the radio station seem to set the pace for making things happen in my life..the station...107.5..WBLSwas turning the tables..playing hits that had me up and moving from good times to always and forever by heatwave...love was the answer the bands were kickin back then and well..i was out there..hanging ..with my children right behind me...of course..i had no company..back then..why??..i'll tell ya..they all wanted to get acquainted besides my future in front..as well as my access n life..lol..u get me..i had no time for playin games or givin time 2 house guess..unfortunately.. i was a very involved lady..back in da days..with radio personalities..i started going to all the parks..where they use to be..jammin and artist would be performing and i would be right in front..with my kids on my shoulders..where the crowd started to boogie..dance while the music was entertaining us..there he was...i saw him standing tall..light skin..like myself..with a smile that would melt a lady heart..i introduce myself..he abliged me.and that was that...it's been 23 years..we are hanging tough..with our children being around the same ages.. Shiheim..Shekira and Sheena..all such a beautiful family..he use to be on the radio 12 midnight to 5:00am in da morning..we use to talk 2 one another..while he would be on the air..having a great time..requesting slow jams..so as a result.. more shows came in our neighborhood parks..where i kept attending..taking the neighborhood kids..mine..everywhere..the station Bob would be appearing..the rest is history..Dr Bob LEE is one of NYCs biggest well-known radio personality..not only is this going on..he has a program which appears on the cablevision station here in BRONXNY called..BRONX NET.ORG a talk show with a lot of impact..it's been a long hard journey..NOT 2 MENTION HIS MAKE THE GRADEA+ SCHOLAR PROGRAM..WHERE KIDS GET THE OPPORTUNITY TO RECIEVE A COLLEGE SCHOLARSHIP..Bob has made the grade himself..a wonderful guy..good father and a champion..to all who knows his work.. he's an achiever..where he has given back to his people..I wanna thank u for being u..and thats the best at what you've become...a man with a mission..u Go my friend..u are my HERO..peace..GOD BLESS U..Create..Sheila..

EASTER definition..on Family differencesCREATE"S THEORY

~~~H A P P Y ~ E A S T E R~~~QUOTES~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My touch..what i gave of myself in times of want..need..felt as the dove flies in his source to find truth...love and devotion on it's way to the Lord..not be selfish..not tryin 2 escape life... eternal..create ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The animal instincts comes bringing gifts..shows love...nature.. from the heart sometimes barks..wears da sweetest melodies of love..da rose..his gift..carries 2 ya..where humans seek to find.. what should b practice..trained by his own master..create ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The only reason love has no feelin..is when u..go for the basket..where eyes got big....attacked..destroy those bunny rabbits..forgets his ass..due to your forgetfulness.. the other one..now is deaf..can't hear a damn thang..lol.. no supper for ya...i ain't mad at ya..i went to church...had my bread and wine..body and blood of Jesus..got home..started cooking saturday night..never a break for Shayla..isis..create.. family..all the time..oh but they helped me..i went to bed early last night..yeah..:}peace..Create.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEAVING .."U WITH SOME WORDS OF WISDOM"...FAMILY..FRIENDS..VIEWER Learn your family.. learn..when they haven't been around for years. learn..who they are to you..as individuals.. who are human beings..when distance takes a course in never knowing..your past...present future endeavours..knowing..it's not a fault when growing changes directions..but..a learning process..except the changes at will..without feeling it's a punishment..not to grow in wisdom think..but..growng in love..it comes with maturity..to focus..leave adolescence..leave childhood..and in that change..we must separate go our separate ways..explore our differences.. but always remain that circle of life... the only time..we speak with fork tongues.. feeling it's not your fault..not guilty..until the longrun..stopped u in your tracks.. takes u there..where speech wears thin..got nothing to say...where the mouth opens..showed you..it was not right at all..silence draws a close...ends what justifies love in life..as your blood..when it means something..then your missed. CREATE>>the title2b DISPLAYED as...poetry..love and forgiveness..

.HARLEM WAS ONCE HIS..(QUEENS NY)..BEAUTIFUL LADY

HEY..THIS WAS THE APPROACH.. it's like this....first the melody comes in...then your eyes start pretending..then..your heart start to racing..that first conversation.. where..u said hi..and i replied..what's up..how ya doing..a meet 2 minds uncertain..him..the suave..cool lyrics of slam jams..which captures your groove..it becomes the image of ways to expose..the heart get weary..the charm get leary..the cool wind surpasses anything lifeless but so smooth.. he writes ..whats it like..being in complete silence..without a mention 2 take notice..where he becomes..so secretive..and yet..explicit..out in da open as i place my keys in motion..where hands start to tremble..nervous he asked the question..what is your private fantasy..i look at his thoughts.. where writing comes with a..bump and grinding..i feel his flesh..warm to embrace..the love what pretends..it all begins with a sensual epitaph..the groaning sound of moaning grasp..taking me as it's rubs..it's dips..it clings on 2 my hips..goes down with the quickness..lowers his temptations..imagines me..the woman in his fantasies..where he strips..right where he sits..right before me..feels my fullness..wants me..as i want him..he ask..what are you wearing..i snicker..laugh...why is that important to you..he replied..come on girl..were not children..in the midst of mad foreplay..the words start to gain interest..my eyes see..when he looks at me..my responds was damn..what a fucking fine ass body..words could not express the feeling..although..he was a secret..and i was someone he never knew at all..as my thoughts became more inquisitive..he became lost and i became a mind with a conscience..wearing thin..acting like i was outta control..i wore him days and nights..i started to act like..it was real..i waited for this moment to arrive..he waited as well..the two were so good being long ago..what was hurting..i..had dreams of when..there could be..something..anything that would let him know..how i sex his world and he would howl..scream; having one another..i can hear the swishing of motion lotion..the liquid drawing..the hissing and kissing..the awwww.and ohhh of love making..i have this premonistion..where..one day my black pretender..will come to me..wither he be..tall...midsize..as myself..strong as he..long as his foot action..can play tackle and score..touch down...where is he now..what is he doing..is the writing still on the wall...is that number still in service..does he think about our love making..does he drift like i do..i can picture himself.. rubbing me right..where fingaz know no ways to stop the clock of movement..where is he now..across Harlem's ocean..in Manhattan...my pass..with another woman.. Harlem ..don't fail me now..i know it's you that keeps calling..when she's asleep...i saw the message on my page of visits..your face was my prove...Columbia university..held me so close and yes..i know what once was..i felt you..while writing me and suddenly..changed your mind completely..what does this mean.. i remember the dream..like you did..can it be..the summons compels u..to leave and bring back old soul 2 my Young heart..what heals and mends..mines broken.. from leaving me..for an homeless woman with a drug problem..oh well..i guess that's how..the earth revolved..mines stood still..i told you..where your love was needed more...God bless..Manhatten..68..i'll never forget..the way you loved me...on a phone..every night..until...silence came 2 a close..and now..i paused..goodnight..where my room becomes a sauna..i was your midnight special shined my ever loving light on you...all the way home..where morning..thanks for remembering closure..the end of our meeting..where i was left..drowning..silence ..MR S Whitmore..Create

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