Homer a useless but funny man

Bob wacha zanzibar ni ovyo, njooni jua kali turkana..lol..come n see the serene unspoilt land of jua kali

Exquisite ...Nice one to both of ya..keep em coming

Lyrical release.. I conform with greed.. Eccentric views.. Splurting not water but green figs.. Sharp thorns scratching.. This mind eleviating.. Hidden motive abiding.. Rules changing.. Lyricist cringing.. With mind boggling.. Jibes throw in.. He says pits I say shyt Clashing metaphor Shining like gold Greek methology who wrote if not rogues .. Trading Lyrics wrapping it tight like gloves Throwing this Lyrical release in turmoil.. Mine is a poetic story not like those in Vogue Glamourizing obscenities senidng posts House to house moving like a roach Feeding on which that doesnt belong This lyrical release ... Running like sugar through fingers - how lush.. Thurst quenched with no need... Breathing momentarily - shuush... Falling into dreams... Sleeping plush...

Didn't realize i woz nuts until the other day I stared at myself in the mirror And i was facing the other way ! :eek:

BUT OFCOURSE Ofcourse am chilled out driver... But your nissan micra is rather slow... And always seem like you want to stop... When i just want to go... Ofcourse i aint a mad driver And i dont want you to dash Its just that there is an electric fault That makes my headlights flash Ofcourse am a tolerant driver.. Not saying you are a hog... I only drive this close because.. I like your nodding dog... Ofcourse am a law abiding driver Iam not the criminal sort I now really must get on Coz am rather late for court..

Mirror mirror on the wall Do yo have to tell it all? with that glare of light Just to make my skirt fell so tight I know am curvy n fine But you wont co-operate with me The way you let the shadows play You would think my hair was turning grey Whats that u say, a double chin? No, thats the way the light comes in If u persist in thinking so You'll confiscate my facial glow You are definately no hanging straight Coz you are about to say am gaining weight Am upset with you For giving me this distorted view I hate you being smug and wise Oh, look whats happened to my luscious thighs I warn you mirror on the wall From now on we arent on speaking terms at all coz i look alright in my new jeans So go and find cover in smitherines

Roses are red violet are blue Thats what Jamac told me but it aint true Violets are violet, they are definately not blue Just like an orange is orange so i said to Jamac 'waryaa MOVE' He was like come here my ''pinky pink' flower' you are soo cool :rolleyes: I was like pinky is NOT pink To call something pink or blue is not kidding But i woz like 'ah wat the heck Its hard to rhyme with violet

Roses are red violet are black When i went to your house I Got shocked coz roaches attacked

Who asked me to write a verse? In which from ode rhymes i disperse Dear poetry, why are you going from bad to worse? The way you are leading me you will end up in a hearse! When poems rhyme they have a zing Just to read them loud makes me wonna sing on my ski.. Such cheer to my heart they bring.. So who asked any of u to change it to a thing? To take a rhyme out of poetry is bloody wrong Just like taking melody from aluvely zeynab cige song.. Or from a bell removing its gong From wadnahaa (heart) the desire to belong.. Taking away salt from bariis isnt it the ultimate somali food? Stealing engine from under my lexus hood (i wish) Robbing a poor poet like me from her solitude.. or taking the warmth from my cuddly-hood So who is taking away poetry from rhyme? Please dont make me wack you with my bakoraad coz its a crime.... Get slapped silly coz i can devote my time.. I will always write this way even if i dont fetch a dime... By the way u have one shilling? I want to pay my ciyaal bills.. Dont b stingy Coz i woz just kidding

They slew themselves They burnt our motherland's core They stripped it baren threw it to the wolves They dictated rough and rugged clashes and these r supposed to be our fores?... Forefather full of qabiil engraved deep in there wrinkle groove... Try to coax it out and u r labeled a mole... Blame lies with all.. Those who dont bloke out dumb beliefs.. Brushing off the dirt like mowing the lawn.. Cast out the weed .. Embracing togetherness for all.. South n North all growing one tree.. Bringing back the motherland to its original.. Way its supposed to be.. Some of us who want to see it all.. For the first time will breath.. Fresh ideologies from all corners of all somali creed... Inshallah one day Poverty stricken somalis will feed there sadness Enrich there weedy bones and live Naturing our motherland with finness HELP THOSE IN NEED AND YOU WILL BE FREE GIVE ZAKAT AND MAKE POVERTY HISTORY!!

Intellectually beautiful... Deadly but with mind blowing vision...

Am dumb founded sir ...that woz amazing..Masha Allah ....it takes strong pictures like that to tell a story that stirs up alot of emotions from deep within...especially the pics showing lill kids starving, it always gets me...maskimiin....wish i had a thousand arms to cuddle and nurture there poor souls...

Duke thnx for enlightening me, and yea it is progress as it seems democratic. Dont you wish that there was that kind of democratic election for the whole of somalia as a nation for one president? and then have all these regional governers for each state who have been chosen by a fair and democratic election to make up a parliament and in turn can raise the profile of their state as well as raise issues or qualms that affect there area to an indepentently chosen panel?...i think there would be an equillibrium in making everyone happy and live in peace rather than pieces

I have to admit i didnt manage to read all u wrote coz my somali aint up to scratch (am still learning) but the bottom line is that i dont believe in somalis being segragated nor do i believe in them being led by two different pple so forgive me for not beeing enthusiastic about the new prez, the only time i would hail for a somali president is when the whole of somalia is united and when there is a fair election for all.

somali and arabs fall on the same boat, they both have misconceptions of who they are as well as not helping other muslimsin the world going through, war, poverty and tsunami to name but a few, unless its there immediate family member.

Beggers cannot be choosers, we should all welcome any kind of generosity and we should participate in contributing to the forgotten tsunami victims of somalia. ps..have to say the somali prez looks dapper than i thought he would

WHO AM I?? There it goes again and again now here Let me shed some light I am the one that is said to Flutter I am the one that is smooth but not like butter Coz ma culture ran out on mothers and fathers Decapitating ma Grandma's Land leaving clutter Mutilated,hungry kids with no father No momma, no food no shelter Dried out eyes running water FOR WHAT??? FOR WHAT??.... FOR BLOODY WHAT???? So we can b in a barren Land? So- called-western world? That crushes culture,creed and Diin? Women flirting with fire sparking wat Islam fears? Men buildin an empire that jeers? Graveyeard shifts day in day out? Breaking backs from '89 till Now? FOR WHAT??.... FOR WHOM???.... Leaving our motherland bare.. Leaving behind lill hearts,Damn it aint fair.. STILL... Still hope iz in arms reach... For the day our Land is fed.... With intellects building basement... So we can stand on our feet... Feeding and naturing the forgotten... Adding mannure...so take heed Cant wait fo the day Now let pray Inshallah Inshallah

vision less gangster less saggin pants crip walking and ma thinking boy u mad from nike to flip flops from akademics to macawis with polka dots hearing u laugh at this crewed joke none-the-less az most would kneel down praying the sideways hats u straighten it mats scratchin weary knees black mark on forhead gushes good feelings az u kno the end wud b fresh from gangster lean to heaven

Deep, lingering poetic verses with a thousand percent justice, mr poet (instinct?) its been a while since i came in here and all of a sudden i feel alive with these heavy like granite lines...keep it up....

This words bubbling out.. true with every ounce... u open up like the morning rich air.. opening the rose petals coz to you it sounds like summer fair... good feelings washes ur worries out.. Valentines just around the corner, inner fire burning and u kno who will douse... smiling mind reflecting the depth englufled in your heart... Tapping away these words... like the sound of water droplets when u r thirsty... like seeing a mirage and running to it thinkin its gonna quench your thirst... and then... He drops the bombshell periodically.. giving cold shoulder when its unecessary... when u exude warmth to feed his soul... only to b washed with freezing cold like snow... making u ignore the lill voices in your mind.. woman's instinct kicking in but still cling on for dear life..... coz all of your soul u gave.. all your emotions u let out.... all your luv u embraced.... all your warmth made u thought it woz of great help.... and so on and so forth... : feel free to add to this even if u r a man:

up and downs like the merry go round spraying the evil deeds into our mother's womb with no creed injustices clouding the unborn whats the leverage or the norm? blood sucking war mongers snactching the platform.... to which muslims balance on..... smashing the pivot with terrorism bullshyt.. with no grounds to bear witness az they feast.. on innocent blood gushed all over the warm sand.. momma's crying from the heart... dad's pushing back the tears.. pounding heart beats filled with pain and fear hatred,embarassment,weakness, OHHHH How hard it is fo me to right this metaphoric lines.. how hard it is fo me to stnad and not be able to push back the grime.. sticking on me as ma fingures get glued to this saga.. inshallah one day justice would be served , skies would turn fuscia... opening eyes to the world so the can b likt the wise old owl to curb this ups @downs and make us happy and laugh like there is a clown...

Thnx instinct... I appreciate your comment...thought u wud have drop one or two lines to emphasise this issue.. :confused:

somali seeds somalis can u see greed? somalis can u bend down n pick left-overs for those poor kids? fragments of crushed souls dying back home az they r mauled by hunger pains,it so inhumaine,eaten by dogs!! Somali seeds... rich culture,perfect Diin... beautiful homeland,now left with no creed... the sun setting,beautiful skies needing... rain,health and trees... thats meant to feed the skeletal kids... aftermath of cultural differance with no standing. dumb weak people poisoning our minds with qabiil.. gets ma mind in emotional turmoil... senses all coocked up to boil... someone gimmie water n lemmie douce... extinguish all laughter coz there is no clown... bad concosion spreading like wild fire... somali seed to change the unchangable somali seeds to break the ubreakable somali seed to kill the cycle and make us ride free on bicycles this metaphor fusion spreading one word for all somalis to b one...

Thank u sis ..u got me thinkin...further than what ma mind is normally used to...thnx again.