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Thanks guys.
Wordette is good 2 back sis, been hecka busy lately .
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On waves of serious seas
my hull bashes white foam repeatedly
Uncharted waters are seemingly decieving to me...
seasonally I venture for an adventure
with ears alert like a doberman pinchers...
experience expands my sensors
so that jagged coral reefs underneath mans grief does not wither my sails like a dying leaf.
My belief is that ALLAH blows you with a wind
that he designed for you to be in
Not all boats are crafted to win races and sometimes losing races contorts faces
Not all of us will sail to an island oasis...the strife in the world filled the cases for my basis
The devil chases the weak out of the fleet
cause stormy days and nights can beat a sail sheet to admit defeat.
My boat is small and meek...
and on my maiden voyage I have felt supreme heat
the path to my current location has not been neat
filled with hurricanes that tried to bend my frame and
water sprites that tried to sink my ship at night
ALLAH knows that I've constantly had a fight
but as long as I make it to my final destination
everything is gonna be aiight....
An ERA ends while another begins~~~~~~
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It is totaly wrong and irresponsible for for any 1 including dr badawi to tell our sisters to take of there hijab for whatever reason.
The logic used here if I understand corectly is that becouse of the threat we as muslims face,we have to blend in and not stand out, in another words when in rome do as the romans do, hence our sisters should take of the hijab.
How far are we willing to take this blending in ?
If the curent situation persists or even gets worst, then will we expect our sisters to wear mini skirts becouse it will help them blend in even more?
Where do we draw the line?
If the situation was such that it was a mater of life and death , then I could understand were dr badawi was coming from , and it makes perfect sense that one should do what ever it takes to protect there life.
It is very dangerous out there specialy for the sisters but we should not throw things out of proportion.
This is a dangerous downhill slope and we should not be entertaining these kinds ideas, and most importantly we should not have to compramise on our deen .
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Love don't love nobody
and hearts dont trust nobody
unless spirits are uniting somebody
otherwise you'll fall for anybody
anyone anywhere
and somewhere
my "she" is there
the one for I
but Love dont Love nobody
so until ALLAH bless me wit my "somebody"
I continue the road less traveled
as the wisdom unravels...
Those "souls with holes"
and "someone to hold"
are headed for the bitter cold
sooner than later
because their Love is no greater than the outer can behold
and the inner is necessary for the foundation to hold
so u see... Love dont really Love nobody
its equally decieving to everybody....
Cupid has no arrows
Aphrodite is no Love Goddess wit golden sparrows
There is no easy way to "Love"
REAL Love
PURE Love
releasing the holds of the past on the wings of a dove
Love dont love nobody
because
EVERYBODY
needs to live n' learn the tales of the mistaken "anybody"
EVERYBODY
needs to YEARN to be SOMEBODY
worth lovin in Love that is secure
Love that is sure
Love that is PURE
Love cant love nobody
it must be unbiased to shake and startle the minds of everybody
so that when da one TRUE Love approaches you will know..."this is somebody"
Love dont Love nobody
but best believe when time is right
and minds are tight
and souls are in sight
than
Love may not Love nobody...but EVERYBODY will Love...LOVE
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Betta believe...
Love don't love nobody
I see you alone at the party
but love don't love nobody
in the distance you hear laughter thas hearty
if this is the first time you heard this I'm sorry
but you betta believe that
love don't love nobody...
How come it seems like those
whose souls have holes
and shadow stays cold
have someone to hold
and those who don't doze
on the up and up
mentally/spiritually moving up rows
are froze
by love's bitter bite
Reminded of callous hearts at night
troubled dreams causes pseudo-fights
falling from great heights
galvanized by gravity
afflicted by causality
demonized by mans duality
equals a lovers fatality....
Has a rouge cupid's arrow
rattled thee
or is it just that there is no love to see
the strongest force in the universe
should easily
be able to find thee
but no
what should be easy
is a mystery
that plauges your sanity
"what's wrong with me"
taller then the tallest tree
with barren branches
chilled from the wind thas wintery
why should you keep doing good
when dispair is as deep and black
as the dead sea
you ask
"will true love ever find me?"
or will I walk this path alone
no one to share my home
.......
I see it all written on your face
as you look at two lovers with distaste
but I also see love so strong
so strong is your love to waste
I see that
and I see you
please remember
haste does not always win the race...
Love don't love nobody
I see you alone at the party
but love don't love nobody
in the distance you hear laughter thas hearty
if this is the first time you heard this I'm sorry
but you betta believe dat
love don't love nobody...
Hello somebody....
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I lick up lakes
and abate debates
as momentum translates into rhythm..
All my skills I pit them
against mentalities that be like
stick em
ha hah
stick em
cause my youth Im trying to pick em
up
Life is ruff and tuff
and stacked up against all of us
derelict delinquents dine from dawn to dusk
if your a jaat joe
a chin check is a must..
I gots a lust
for metaphors
unlocking coridors
in the center of the cerebral core..
I'll insert some ill adverbs on your nerves
to put your reality on a slant
and make you search for daylight like ramp..
My stamp of approval
might sound unusual
and I don't want to lose yall
but I got the call of the wild
that's why bufflo's stampeding
is my greeting..
I set my sight on defeating
the devil with words
with no deleting
and I still have to worry about him cheating
and trying to rearrange my seating..
Sometimes when you get caught sleeping
you slept your last sleep
cause percussions of repercussions cut deep
and on da ill creep
comes the grim reap
so don't play reality cheap....
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Thanks for peeping BOB, much love back at yah.
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been missing you
been wrecklessly busy
beyond the boundaries of my being
I guess you could say I was losing my
mind...time had me cornered
threatening me with sweeping
hands and striking chords
that struck every minute...
It's amazing that I'm still here...
I haven't been able to stroke you
play with you ...have that menage tois
with our other friend in quite sometime.
I've been neglecting you for too long
now I'm ready to hold you again and begin
making love, joy, harmony, and be happy with
you 'til each shard of light exits the world
and I sit in the dark...then all i'll be able to do
is part my thoughts and grease in between
the lines so our copulation is comfortable
been missing you so long that another child
I knew was murdered...
nephew **** near died and I wanted to strike
my own mortal blow.... and more kids
are on the verge to fight another man's
war again...for what?
I've heard you calling my name
beyond the cranial chaos and confusion
the wind of the springtime is here /
thank you...
my friend...my pen...
I've been missing you for a while
and it's so good to feel you again.
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DeadlyVision'
''But, life goes on...so he met a girl who got him a stone!
Filled his pipe right, now dazed 'n' amazed*
Feeling more twisted than the drunk, more high than the blazed!
He got on the Ally-ways!
No more shame days, he gone ugly but alive
learned life plays...
You don't get it, now they call him Ali-Dusty_
Meet the life of a somali custy!''
This could be the life story of many kids .
You sometimes see Ali dusty on ur street
and quitely say 'ALHAMDULILAH'for not ending up the same way.
Fallen from birth,
his life is a curse
A troublesome boy, hittin` and runnin`
Dreams of gurlz,money and gunnin`
Little does he know he is his own grave digger,
The shovel represented by his finger on the trigger,
He hates the law, his enemies are the police,
his friends are the gangsters, he prefers the streets,
Out on the streetz he cold, but he`s free,
Out on the road he`s as bad as can be,
his friends are those that will take a life,
Kill a fellow man for a very little price,
The boy sells drugs and steals to survive,
he does anything he can just to stay alive,
No role model, no parent to show him the way,
No one to tell him crime doesn`t pay,
Father chewing his brains out, mum given up hope,
A single stress out mother, and yet she still copes,
Walking the streets, late at night,
Walks into darkness, walks into a fight
The boy meets his rivals, trouble has begun,
Moments later his life is done,
Friends at his funerl time to say goodbye,
His mother heart-broken all she does is cry,
He is now gone and buried, Buried six feet,
He`s just another boy who fell victim to the street.
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Words can entangle,
enwrap, envelope
a poet's brain
rendering the scribe
insane
With the words
ever evolving,
always revolving
in the mind, solving
A mystery, appreciating
history, or resolving
an unchallenged philosophy.
Those letters, laced
into words, syllables,
strategically placed.
Love
Hate
Fear
Ignorance
is
not
a
bliss,
if the words
can't explain that kiss,
that sensation
of a creation
of procreation
in the mind
got to let it out
Got to release
those words
ever revolving
ever evolving....
Do you feel what I'm saying?
Words.....
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Beautifully done yall....am feeling the flow on this...
The art of expression and being able to "express yourself freely"...
A gift any poet is lucky to be blessed with...for we know no boundaries..
When I’m among acquaintances
I like to be the one to make them laugh
I mingle and merge
like two oceans coming together
But when Im alone.....I write........
I write for the lonely, I write for those who have no love
I write for those who appreciate nature
and the beauty God has given us
I write for the ones who feel different from everyone else
I write for the impaired
so their imagination can take them places they’ll never see
I write for those who hear a certain song,
and get hit by memories
I write for the angry,
not liking how society is shaping
I write for those who feel sad,
when they see the children with babies in the making
I write for those who regret things in the past, hate the present, but welcome the future
I write for anyone who can’t stand this ****..
like a cripple on a pile of manure
I write for anyone who’s ever had what they thought was forever...and lost it
I write for those without a voice but have much to say
I write for the people who fear night
but welcome every new day
I write for parents that have to struggle alone
I write for people coming from work to an empty home
I write...because **** ain’t fair
I write to get rid of this despair
I write...to co-exist within every word
and ryhme to elaborate on what’s on the
the mind as I hold conversations between
my soul and pen...
I write because I find peace
when talking into the wind...I write for love
I write for hope...I write for peace...
I write because it’s theraputic for me
I write unfiltered truth....
because Im a poet
and this is what we do
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Thanks for da rep sis, words are powerfull but as long as ppl realise that... it's all good.
DV... My Words Got Me Like A Hostage!
I Surrendered long ago-
Mi old mucka i didn't know u was a rib tickla
....That was a nice ending.From da top of the dome
To the corners filled with swirling paper
I travel past the phonies and the fakers
Trouble makers and loot takers
Cause gingerbreadmen bakers
Get melted by the cheese graters
chillin on elevators
Actin like haters
Thinkin they are greater...
What is going on?
The congested pathways are filled with cats thinkin wrong
Mentals dirty like water from a bong
Bouncin over sad songs like ping pong for far too long
Of a time...afraid of the lights shine so they climb da vine
The eyes of strangers remind the line of malnourished minds
That beast do not walk on their hind
legs...and I dont do fights with handbags...
and that a man that begs is more delicate then a dozen eggs
In a room with unhappy feds runnin low on meds
In these streets somali cats walk with dreds on their heads
Breakdancing with keds and pumas from da sheds
The dregs of this planet roam free unable to see
Past the next day and it's a tragedy that the saddle be
fallin off...leave'n souls as a casuality while the faculty
tries to battle me...
What is going on?
All these fools scampering like ants in lil hong kong
lookin $tupid like a midget with a giant dong
Emeresed in a preverse visual starburst
The durst is to stay away from the scurge of da day
and keep them out my way or at least keep them at bay
No matta what they say it's not ok to lay
in corruption...my eternal essense abduction is the devils construction
What hun is the right one?
What gun makes the most run?
How dumb is one who chases hot buns no matter where they are from
and how dumb is one who shakes hot buns to attract all...includin scum
The streets that I run I don't see one
I see infinity...
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This key board often acts as my window
As I sit and look out as you look in
Sometimes a musical phrase noted with a crescendo
Come gushing from the tip of my pen
Like an artillery piece I fire for effect
Gauging my range and zooming on in
The mistakes I've made I dutifully correct
Assuming responsibility for all of my sin
The looseness of my tongue, it has brought
In the past again and again
When I was unconcerned about the destruction I wrought
And immature just spitting in the wind
Not knowing of the great blessing I possess
Nor the weapon I wield in my hand
Yes I must openly confess
I was too dumb to even comprehend
Now I know responsibility goes with what I write
And I prepare now when I'm ready to send
Phrases out into the bright day
And the darkness of the mystical night
See me in my window, I'm thinking of you, my friend
And my enemy for you there's vicious fight
These words they are powerful beyond end
They travel on far beyond unlimited sight
They maim and kill and they also mend
I can't just carelessly put them into flight
I now know......
My words will witness for or against me in the end .
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Changes are taking place
At a well designed change taking pace
The earth is taking on a new face
New directions for the whole human race
Folks can't alwayz see from whence it came
Those into gaming continue to game
But the reality evolves; things don't stay the same
A part of this all is the evolution in name
Look through history's pages it's easy to understand
The names evolve also with the changes in land
The ones controlling the naming have earthly power in hand
They and their names fade away like the sifting of sand
Resistance is alwayz there to any revolution
Though it appears to be a problem it is part of the solution
To aid and add strength to the inevitable evolution
As the old ways and thinking give way in absolution
Gradually the changes come upon the earth
With some pain as alwayz in the bringing of new birth
But all things of value are really surely worth
The trials and hardships and accompanying dearth
The new day on the horizon is not clear to all
Some cling to the old day dreading its fall
The prophets and seers continue their call
As the writing becomes clearer and clearer on the wall.
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Nothing urealistic about taking ogade!ia back from ethiopia and living in a near perfect utopia.
I liked the way you exressed this ....very tight
keep expressing couse you do it so right.
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What hell did this girl do to you b......that is some serious love.
Are u sure she hasnt twisted your ar$$e up and done some voodoo magic on you.
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We cried
About the hurts
That our enemies brought
We were anguished
By the destruction
That our enemies wrought
We examine well
The doctrines
That we had been taught
And at last
Our enemies
We had caught
We looked into our grasps
And screamed
So distraught
For we had become
Our own enemy
It was our ownselves that we fought
But no more
Insha ALLAH no more.
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I thought eye understood life
maybe I should have saw what resided
over it a bit more
I thought
I thought eye lived life
that breathing was the only
prerequisite that needed to
be fulfilled so I could see
life's course
I thought
I thought eye
if eye could see in between
the words I write that if I
wrote down what eye saw
I would be relieved
and that release was the answer
I thought
eye thought that if
I smiled enough
laughed enough kept
everyone around me
happy that it would
save mine
I thought
I thought
free resided within
each exhalation of my pen
then again my
pen thinks too much.
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Watch me as I return to your psyche’s mental
Flame retardant as the wings of a moth singed
only by our love’s heat; yet remaining calmly
in flight—balanced upon your exhaled breath
Enraptured with your nature and moved by
your true spirit, I am ripped to shreds by the
never ending strength of your love; the jagged
edges reveal columns of volumes of your light
Shield your eyes not from this the radiance that
shines passionately bright and displays your soul
Open up your mind and see what I have in store
I'll embrace your essence as it kisses my own in secret
Hold me near but keep me closest to your heart
Meditate on where you desire to be within me
Fulfill your need to tantalize my want so you can see
Know that it is the kindred soul I own that you crave
Feel me inside you although I remain at a distance
Touch me in many ways to display what we share
Take who I am and absorb me as I take in more of you
Mix my neural predilections with your subliminal self
Come join me as we venture into our virtuoso memories
Recollect sensual visuals of my epic and romantic mentals
Reciprocate a soft stroking of my mind with poetical accord
Do me as I do you with byronic pleasure as only we desire
My long awaited return to your psyche’s mental has arrived….
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In a nation of desperation,
seeking salvation,
but all we see,
is the closest aproximation,
of the length of the days,
and the fears,
and the, many years,
looking for rhymes,
when we're, seeking ourselves,
and we cant find the times,
where thought is forgotten,
because we're lost within the lines,
between times,
of the past,
and the future,
all alone,
in a crowd that moves too fast,
through the streets,
the elites,
are all walking, hand in hand,
with the dirty man,
and they think that it matters,
touching lives that are tattered,
but hope,
is a dream,
so it seems,
when we're falling,
learning we can't fly,
if we're too busy crying,
and dying,
losing our, souls,
to avoid the questions,
we must ask ourselves,
to get any answers,
from our minds,
when we close our eyes,
breaking ties,
of the real and imagined,
seeking truth among lies,
but all we'll find,
is illusions,
of delusions,
too wrong to be right,
amidst the confusions,
but too right, to be ignored,
knocking at the door,
and you must run away,
knowing you want more,
when your,
lost between the lines,
of the days,
and the fears,
and the, many years,
looking for rhymes,
when we're, seeking ourselves,
and we cant find the times,
where thought is forgotten,
because we're lost within the lines..........
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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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As the fierce rain pelted the ground
he king of spades looked around
transfixed by the droning sound
of the night time shower
just then he noticed this beautiful flower
withstanding the destructive rain
He thought to himself
little flower
how can something as beautiful as you maintain
with massive forces repeatedly
trying to destroy thee?
He thought on this throughout the night
as the rain fell
With the sick 6's still in his sight
he now saw the beautiful flowers' might
and gained tremendous insight
into his before feeble plight
as the night turned to day
through the trees he felt the mornings first sun ray
and he noticed the flower stand erect with a little sway,
from the morning breeze
he got up with his heart light
and his mind at ease
and thought now it's time to leave...
For what he still needed was a queen
for this king to do his thing
before he forsaked all cards with a face
the vital flower now showed him that
thinking like that is a waste
He already had the queen in mind
cause she had been there all along
through all his pains and his sad songs
cuter then a baby fawn
her name is verbatim.
Her essence is the glue
though his times that were blue
he could not see through
the melancholy veil
that blinded his sight
and kept his mind in this internal jail
Before he set off back to his kingdom
he uprooted the flower
and put it in his napsack
and took caution to avoid the burly jacks
His thoughts were thoughts of clarity
all the way back
and it didn't take him long
so as soon as he got back
he proposed to the queen to be
with flower in hand
as he told her the story she cried
then said yes, and excepted him as her man.
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A king was looking for a queen
so he could win the rat race
Turning down all cards that had a face
He searched every place
When all of a sudden
some jacks sprayed him with mace,
and blinded his eyes
Whispering 9's laced the wind with lies
as floating 5's flew through the sky
A group of 1's saw this incident
as they passed by
The jacks broke camp
and let out a war cry
The staggering king repeatedly wiped his eyes
then the first 1 said hi
my king, why are you out here alone
on the wrong side of the tracks
so far from home?
The red eye king
still felt the sting
looked at the first 1
and felt the warmth of the afternoon sun
Thank you 1
I thought i was going to have to run
but I'm looking for a queen
I don't feel complete
My mouth always has a bad taste
My body feels like it's going to waste
if I die my genes will go with me encased
have you seen a queen?
Just then some 2's and 8's walked in
and heard the talk of a queen
The third 2
bowed down to the king
as the other numbers let him thru
Queens are hard to find, said the 2
no one i've known has ever seen one
some say they are myths
added the first 1
The wise king did not let
this bad news stun
he said thanks 8's 1's and 2's
but this queen I must continue to persue
that's what my faith has taught me to do
Walking down the winding path
peeping out of the bushes
sick 6's curled their mouth to laugh
at this king of spades,
as it started to pour rain
he took shelter under a giant tree's shade
and took time to ponder what god made.
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Caught in a web of confusion~
Can’t win for losing~
What you find funny~
I don’t find amusing~
It’s a wonder ~
I ain’t smoking and boozin’/
If it ain’t this ~
then it’s that~
If the shoe fits~
then wear the hat~
No cheese for bait~
but still caught in the trap~
They say cover your *** and
then watch your back~
Are there any questions on why I act
the way I act//
Dumbfounded~
Under counted~
Always hounded~
But well-rounded~
I said it
but don’t care how it sounded///
The web of confusion~
reaches out to snare your mental~
taking up vacancies~
in your cerebral residential~
to make certain~
you DON’T reach your potential~
a mind IS a terrible thing to waste~
don’t mean to be sentimental////
Confused state~
reaches crazed panic phase~
linking me to the good life? I must first complete the maze~
and memories linking me to my past~
are about to be saturated in gas~
and set a blaze~
and that’s me over there~
using my third eye~
to help guide me through the haze/////
The mental is programmed from a little baby~
then the psychiatrist wants to know
why you’re so crazy~
hey doc do you think it’s from all the conditioning? - Maybe?
At 40 miles up on this mental “PLANE”
can you land safely?
SOL-Petition to end the fighting in Mogadishu....
in General
Posted
Thanks for bringing us in the loop with this petition Duke.
This is a little sumin befitting to this thread from way back.
Wake up my people...
Forge your future from your past.
Embrace the lessons that U learned from life as your class.
Past instructors leading by example,
Bleeding by the handfuls,
offering themselves as sacrifices.
Assume the role of greatness
that is genetically inside us,
Hermetically sealed 2 define us
as the Kings & Queens of our birthright.
Our land is unmistakeably the center of Earth's might,
Which is why we're the heartbeat of civilization.
It's no coincidence that our culture is
endeared by virtually every nation.
As soon as we realize our potential,
our excellence will be eminent.
Wake up my people...
Respect each other as equals.
Cease the unnecessary clashes that
decrease the strength of our masses.
In this struggle, we need our warriors prepared 4 the battle.
Capable of felling the enemy from his high-horse's saddle.
Yet, my forces straggle from our side &
continuously commit fratricide .
They straddle enemy lines, empowering them mindlessly
when another of our soldiers violently dies.
We can only be mighty when we unite...
Our solidarity will ensure our victory in the fight.
The stability of our collective minds will
expose the trickery 2 the light.
Do what's right & cast away the trivial differences...
Only then will we be able 2 concentrate on our true oppositions.
Wake up my people...
Silence the mouths, let our hearts be
the mediums we speak through.
Let those words reflect our oneness with ourselves & the Almighty...
4 ALLAH favors those who live righteously.
Can U feel our Mother reaching out 2 us,
calling 4 our return,
Asking 2 teach our brothers & sisters at home
all that we have learned?
Let us be the factor which determines whether our nation survives...
Let us be the factor that protects our nation from a slow demise.
Wake up my people
Unite.