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..

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

MY READ / THE BREAK DOWN

BENEATH THE SHADOW..."READ".. I become a epic tale..one with a love for silence, counseltation.. read..think,whats read.. i drift into motionless feed..fighting the forces.. where i built only on truth..but my life wears a mark..2 perpetuates my read.. with characters..i begin a story of love and mayhem..it starts off with a a lil bit of tender moments..increase satire..as it's lonely cure from outta world mischief and constant battles..when words collide..speaks with no definition.. i come to defy my own interpretation, my creation of literature..i wear sweet altos and deep sopranos with feet to represent my stature, stands as a defense mechanism,what lies beneath read,therefore i become the misleading subject, the act in love poetry..i will change from time to time,not exactly like a chameleon..to transform my way around wearing shoes like yours or an act to follow,i'm just a read, with proudness personified..where i become my words.. the angle in life's brutal tabloid..the business of telling fairy tales and doggiedog pantimimes..a face..whats reads escapism from stereotypes..but.. longs for the challenged read..the brutal aspects of first come,2 serve me as it's zone, a wall to shut down critics..what wants to become what's fresh..clean..hot off the press, copy of time life on a newsstand..the print of the land..the eyes of many forming it's conclusions to whatever the read becomes..i am it's holder..determining whether or not..honesty lives, through the writers..the pen speaks and what your soul goes through in the aftermath, to build one's character,the eyes of book sense..with a code of silence..but bends down and kicks tale..for a few words that spells yo"life history..the rules to live by...the claim..accused..whats exaggerated in the first place,a lil bent out of shape..the read, an on going way to succeed with emotions.. with brutal after effects.what lives the tide..will lift any watered eyes to be an exalted..the read..the hands that write a repertoire or a love story with an ending..be it big or small..a drama of the first language..it speaks my career..my plug can't change what thought processed for need of my talent, you raise me..an issue..speak out..with tongues tied..as the read becomes your front page news reports..now i'm confused,in this battle of respect..which one am i using to gain a fortune..willing 2 compromise a living becoming a reportorial to recognize the arts..living entertainment..your comments anyone..i though so...isn't that whats called..the pot calling the kettle..black..the satire..same motives..no difference..the arts of entertaining you..as it's..POET.. sincerely yours...the..CREATE..peace..Sheila T Jordan

MY NIGHT AT THE COTTON CLUB

The night was spectacular..the weather was just right and the time..well; i got there too late..but i did make it for the entertainment.. i got to see my cousin recieve the awards...the people were all affliates of the Eugene Lawson Learning Institute..a very upper class..banquet..the food was come see come sah..over the head type.coutore..lilbits of odours..sparkling champagne..pink was my favorite and the clinking sounds of glasses. tasting..joy and laughter all wrapped up in2 one very nice affair..it was my time to go on..when i looked again..my name was being called..only to discover..my act was cut ..due to the time that the cotton club was running..we were suppose to leave at 11:30..when i get a whisper in my ear..i had to hurry..the affair was suddenly ending at 9:00..the time i arrived to end..i felt so bad..considering i was stuck underground on the subway..where my daughters were waiting for me outside in my daughters kia..she had been waiting for me an hour..while my other daughter was to meet us at the club after work..where she even got there before me..i was so hurt..ashamed i wanted to hide my head..like an ostrich in sand..but my couz was alright..i made it last..read Michael Jackson's torch song..the pleasure principle..pt II..and my tribute to JUNNIE..AKA..EUGENE.. after the ceremony..all his guest was awarded as well for supporting the students and facility of his INSTITUTE..I wanted more pictures to be taken..but to be blunt about the situation..my older daughter ...shatika was just plain mad and frustrated due to the time,,the money..wasn't satisfied with the whole night,,she had to travel from N.J..GAS MONEY...no time to enjoy the night..goes in2 the drama with me about some pics on facebook she didn't want me to put on..everything just got outta hand.. she very delirious about her family being on the Internet..due to the pedophiles and all..the bottom line..i felt bad all week..didn't rest..went to work depressed..so much for a happy ending for me..i recieved something in the mail from my cousin..you will see..what i am talking about on the front page of my blog..God Bless you all.. thanks for listening..peace..Sheila..Create

~~THE BORDER I WEAR~~

When my soul longs 2 leave the eastern time zone behind..i dream to settle on a continent..where the sun has no cause to wither and die..where the trees..i see are from tropical beaches..standing at the crossroads of sweet nectaur and colors of the sea..where rainbows shine down on my body never leaves a call 2 dream..talking languages from all over the world...where lips come together in speech..the jungle cries from natures laws keeping smiles 2 return my country..the sandcastles of related form..where I'm from..flowers as the scent..wears what blossoms among morning dew..where i'm lured to make a sign of the cross..look up to the heavens..with it's glorifed sculptures..whats shapes the map..forms clouds..white..floating..moving..to the direction..where bongos play..this is my kingdom over waters clinging so close from loosing..you..the depth..so i row and row that boat a shore..until the dawn breaks from letting you go..always thinking..but never forgetting..it was meant..without any apology spoken..written in script..not Ethopian..while i've emerged ..the child..u had no time to get to know...my American background was painting a picture of years i have delivered to you..a dream in colors and found i am your african breed..the woman of the congo..with sculpture..lean..of beauty what escapes..where life took the time away from..minutes introduce to distance shore past..where my drums wait..what left a figment of what was generically enriched, a culture..the call of the wild reborn..finds her DAD..my prototype..whats been identified as, her native misbegotten seed, what was left abandon..is now found,king;her missing prodigy,a child left with, who am i 2 u..against their own will..deprived..but not neglected..finds his way home..a man roots becomes whats carried him biologically.. positively..da Diamond in the rough times..uncertain2 him and i..now settles on a piece of land..returns 2 his majesty..the Queen Rowanda..a city named after your royal spirited replica..your DAIUGHTER..a guiding force lost..has ripened...the fruits of a continent restores it's plant owner..what fertile, grows with arms reaching out..extends it's hands..closes..with a kiss..where 2 soul no longer Parted...Create..Sheila T.Jordan

ANGER 2B MANAGED

I LIVE ONE DAY AT A TIME...Why does one take so much out on negative words and actions..labling me the force to be dealt with..where my soul beats anger..where a part of life..throwing stones and beating up on behavior.. you wake with the simplicity..calm..trying to stay away from negative outburst..what makes the day go all wrong..though your heart speaks out of love and bitterness..rips your feelings apart with no explanation..it's what God tells us ..this too shall past..where mistakes makes a pat to forgive and let it go..give it to him and hold yourself together..the days that we live are more devistating..where evil cries for a normal conversation.. Dear Lord..PLEASE help my character..restore my love..allow this anger to be lifted from having problems within this circle of fortune and release tension and pain within my body...gain back the love..where understanding can't get pass disagreements...in the name of Jesus..i ask that u change what can't be explained...i am my own woman..the structure built from seed faith.. what seems to break communication..what love shows no mercy..but wears a sinful reaction to how i explain..sheila ..what others say..it's how i speak..the way i say it..with no indication of how it sounds..keep me in your prayers ..My LORD.. save us from this war of words kept on going..i wanna live like everyone u gave life from there mamas womb..healthy..sttrong..mature a woman..loved from the time of birth..up to now..i learned how 2 pray...help make this go away..in your name..Christ Jesus..Amen....Create