ISHWAAQ
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This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
By Emily Dickinson
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I uploaded,downloaded,upgraded and even downgraded,but my heart is beating like a dial up
My speech is slow like I am verbally constipated
My thoughts are random like I have a Trojan virus
but my brain is running like a supercomputer
what could this be? Is my soul crashing like a hard drive? should I just scrap it like an old computer?
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Never went to a pub,
Nor bought a liquor
Yet my legs are reeling like I am a drunken fool
This infinite of drunkenness is definitely LOVE.
I am so proud to say tipsy with love.
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He's my favorite.
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woooooooooooooow
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Blame it on the neighbor kid when you fail to do your job
Blame it on the western when you don’t set an example
Blame it on the surwaal when u wearing see through
Blame it on the wes..wes..Western
They wonder why their kids lie
When they lying to the welfare to gain couple of $$$
Why yell to the kids when father is nearly never home
And you are on the phone talking about other people’s kids
Letting your 15 years daughter in charge of the other children
Blame it on the neighbor kid when you fail as parent
Blame it on the TV you’re the one paying the bill
Blame it on system when you let the system feed your family.
Blame it on economic when you choose souk istaag
Blame it on the wes..wes..wes..wess. .western culture
When you failed as a parent.
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I uploaded, downloaded, upgraded and even downgraded,
But my heart is beating like a dial up
My speech is slow like I am verbally constipated
My thoughts are random like I have a Trojan virus
But my brain is running like a supercomputer
yet,i can not comprehend like my memory is full
How could this be? Is my soul crashing like a hard drive?
Should I just scrap it like an old computer?
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Husband sits for 4 hours looking at his marriage certificate. His wife asks what you are doing? He replies I’m looking for the expiration date?
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R U speeking af SOMALI or...
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days gone by
years seem to vanish
though you have been long gone
i carry you in my thoughts
i feel you touch when you are million miles away
i hear your voice through my hart beat
i small your scent when ever the wind blows
i try to forget you and my heart starts to crash
i can not free my self from this obsession
how could i when my soul is lost in you.
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I am trying to feel anything other than this pain of numbness
My soul,
My heart
My joy
My dreams
Have perish with this heartless man
I can’t laugh,
I can’t cry,
I can’t sleep
I can’t think
I can’t even complete a simple poem; it is like my life is cut in short….
please help me to put end to this thoughtless thinking of you.
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Just the only one I wish would have stayed
Just for a couple of laughs
Just for a couple of hugs,
Just for a couple of kisses
You held me a minute nearly a decade ago,
And I am paying a hefty price to this day.
A hefty price of sorrow… sleepless…waiting and the thought of unwanted…unbidden
The thought of you not benign in my life push me into the darkness
Should I save my self or should I die?
I should save my self for the man whom I love
Just in case he calls, I want to be there to take him call.
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Just the only one I wish would have stayed
Just for a couple of laughs
Just for a couple of hugs,
Just for a couple of kisses
You held me a minute nearly a decade ago,
And I am paying a hefty price to this day.
A hefty price of sorrow… sleepless…waiting and the thought of unwanted…unbidden
The thought of you not benign in my life push me into the darkness
Should I save my self or should I die?
I should save my self for the man whom I love
Just in case he calls, I want to be there to take him call.
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How did you get away?
You were the pet falcon of an old woman.
Did you hear the falcon-drum?
You were a drunken songbird put in with owls.
Did you smell the odor of a garden?
You got tired of sour fermenting
and left the tavern.
You went like an arrow to the target
from the bow of time and place.
The man who stays at the cemetery pointed the way,
but you didn't go.
You became light and gave up wanting to be famous.
You don't worry about what you're going to eat,
so why buy an engraved belt?
I've heard of living at the center, but what about
leaving the center of the center?
Flying toward thankfulness, you become
the rare bird with one wing made of fear,
and one of hope. In autumn,
a rose crawling along the ground in the cold wind.
Rain on the roof runs down and out by the spout
as fast as it can.
Talking is pain. Lie down and rest,
now that you've found a friend to be with.
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What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?
Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answerthese questions:
> If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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>Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25
26.
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> Then:
> H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%
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> And
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> K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
> 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%
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> But ,
> A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
> 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%
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> And,
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> B-U-L-L-S-H -I-T
> 2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%
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> AND, look how far *** kissing will take you.
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> A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G
> 1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%
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> So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Bullshit and *** kissing that will put you over the top.
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'REMEMBER SOME PEOPLE ARE
ALIVE SIMPLY BECAUSE IT IS
ILLEGAL TO SHOOT THEM'
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An excellent poem, “am a guest in this world so don’t worry for my safty”
One of my favorite poet have said
““Life would be better if it didn’t end in death.”
What nonsense!
Without death life is meaningless.
It would be a harvest left to rot.”
This poem is by Mavlana Jalal al-Din Rumi
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Days have gone past
Years seem to vanish
Though you have been long gone
My heart is hunted by love
I smell your scent when you have been long gone,
I hear your voice and you not there,
I feel your touch when you not around
I try to for get you and my heart start to crash
My obsession confines me in a prison.
I should set myself free.
But how could I when my soul is lost in you.
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Husband sits for 4 hours looking at his marriage certificate. His wife asks what you are doing? He replies I’m looking for the expiration date?
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I treid to give you up and
Live without the addiction of your love,
I relapse when I hear your voice,
Like, I am on some kind of narcotics.
In my public and my private live,
It is you i weep for
It is you i laugh for
It is you that keep’s me awake at night
You give me pleasant dreams and nightmares
You're entwine with my heartbeat
Don’t you see honey
Along and depressed I am dieing in helplessness for you love.
I have treid to win your heart but I failed.
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This dude is as redneck as they come, neither his mom nor his dad is Somali, but for sure, his girl is Somali. But you know what though this other African American dude, whom i work with walaahi speak better Somali than most of Somali’s I know, it will make you sound Somali is your second language. So don’t be surprise if you see Chinese person speak the Somali language fluently.
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These are the 3-letter word, which break my heart from day 1 to the end of my life.
Have I not brought him anything but luck and happiness into his live?
At eve of my birth he was greeted with a promotion that he was not expecting,
Nevertheless, he took me for a granted, and then when I need him the most he left me out in the desert, with no food and water, he started walking, and never look back, and that, THAT was the end of HIM and I.
‘Then the 2nd one come along,
I have nourished him, loved him and protected him the best way I knew,
I have supported him financially and mentally, though I am not his mother
I have cared him like he was my only child; I have respected him like he carried me 9 months, loved him like he was a light to my soul.
The only thank you I get it from him was “stop playing music into my earsâ€, and what hurts me the most is not that I was taken for granted by the one whom I brought happiness into his live, but to see the one I nourished and protected to fail live,
God is my witness I don’t balm him for “his failure†it is I who fail me,
3rd come along, and promise me for the world,
He sweeps me off my feet by his charm ness and wittiness,
He flipped my world upside down; I have loved him the moment I held his forearm,
Though I knew the outcome, I couldn’t resisted his wittiness,
The more I resist the more, fell for him,he crashed my heart with no regrets, and not to my surprise once more, I was disappointed by men,
However, this time was different, this man murder my soul and no one could repair that.
So tell me how could I trust the 3-letter word, ever again?
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This is my first poem, which I have ever writing; and frankly, I kind like it now.
Anyhow thanks for input.
SOMALIA
in General
Posted
I want you to know without doubt
you given me so much and without regards i have possessed all that you have
you have waited too long for peace and harmony now i am longing for those days of joyfulness
now it is my turn to repay you
i know that bridge is burned but Please don't let me be lost
my soul is empty and i am petrified in dreams
for all the pain and the suffering that i cost you
my children are vanished and i have no future
Please forgive me my BELOVED country which you have never done me wrong.
this from FB.