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~Tear Drop 4 our Brotherz Sisterz~ PME..

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~Lost~Won~

...........

Tear drops from my eye...

Hating my ways of livin,livin with lies...

Feelin blind, basically due to acting blind...

Fallin behind, they high jacked my mind...

Not speakin for my own,

but shoutin out for my kind...

No more lies, can't waite 4da artificial price...

Ran from struggle~

Jus' 2make it to a bigger struggle...

Livin in a pathetic hustle...

9to5...no good reason of stayin alive~

Whats a mans life, when he can't protect his->

kids and Wife?

Ambush and rush in any house,

They have me paraniod, but fearless...

is why I speak this, 4u to hear this~

Read this--->PME.

PeaceMiddleEast...

In need of unity 2gain da depth of purity...

Understandment 2notice da realness of reality...

Tear Drops For my Brothers and Sister~

Bloody bodies fillin pain in my brain,

I get the full picture...

Free mason, hey son wat you know about Dijaal?

Mahdi and Ciise, History wrote the Mystery

of the Future...

Its in our nature, 2drop tears 2release stress

that gets too major...

in or 4 PME, we need 2be there as personal

Rangers~

Underground our personal anger~

And think of what comes after,

Focus wise dont be a stranger~

This is happening to you...

While you battle yourself~

Brothers and sisters lose their lifes~

While you worry about ya' wealth~

Brothers and sister die from lack of

good health~

While-while-I could go on for a while

and get wild, but ama stop by sayin_

PME...Tear Drop For Our Brothers & Sisterz...

May Allah Guides us All...we seem 2be lossin

BIG TIME-

.............

KeepYaHeadzUp-->I seen sa'um real bad

that made me write this 2day....

............

 

PME

PeaceMiddleEast

~1~

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Twisted   

Times is enemy

In there mind am still slaves in missionary

Oh how they wish to call me boy in slavery

Things are different from the old days

They play different games with made up rules

To weaken my ways, and devide me from the rest

 

They gave me a job

A slave shift from nine to five

Now I can afford a Benzs

But am I free like a bird

Or a monkey in cage

 

They talk about equals rights

For us and them, Damn I did not forget

The game rules are by them

So whats my rights? To follow the game

 

This aint a poem like many

It's more then words in plenty

I truely believe in each word am saying

So hear me out am screaming

How I feel each time am breathing

They are trying to hold me back with no excaping

After me, they will come for you

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Assalamu Alaikum,

 

Mad respect to Deadly Vision. I'm feelin' ur stuff. Masha'Allah. Here's my little bit.

 

I AM A MUSLIM

 

I am a Muslim

But where is Islam

We live in a world

Where's there's lack of Imaan

I am a Muslim

But where is our power

If our Muslim brothers

Are slaughtered each hour

I am a Muslim

But where is our pride

Behind the love of this world

Do many of us hide

I am a Muslim

But what can I do

The true believers

Are but a few

I am a Muslim

And Jihad is now near

The ranks of the enemy

I do not fear

I am a Muslim

In ALLAH I trust

To know I won't be let down

Now that's a plus

Cuz when you're a Muslim

You come to realize

That every movement on Earth

Is seen by His Eyes

And that's how I know

That all the pain

Suffered by Muslims

Won't go in vain

The end of oppression

Is close at bay

It's time to see

Who will fight in His Way

I am a Muslim

And as you see

Faith in ALLAH

Help set me free

Are you a Muslim

Can you say the same

Or is that title you hold

Just a part of the name???

 

~There Is No Knowledge That Is Not Power~

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MD   

Hey Complex Mind WLC to somaliaonline....By the way i'm feeling ur poem masa'allaah thanks ;)

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Mujahida   

MashaAllah to all the Brothers smile.gif ! I'm very impressed with the Poems. They're very inspiring and Really uplifting SubhanaAllah. Allah has blessed you with such great minds May Allah continue to bless you Endlessly. I know that When you wanna do something good and positive to please Allah swa. Than Allah gives you all the Magic and Power to make it all Real. Keep up the Good work My fellow Muslim Brothers!

 

 

Allah Hafiz

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Assalamu Alaikum,

 

Thanks Innocent for the warm welcome. Hit us up with some of ur stuff if you're a writer. I haven't seen any of ur stuff poster, or maybe I'm not looking hard enough.

 

Lateafha, it's good to know that the things the brothers post inspires you, masha'Allah. But, just to set the record straight, guys aren't the only ones posting poems. I'm a sister, don't be fooled by the name. Who said guys are the only ones with complex minds?? That point could be argued. For example, I know a lot of people that would say guys don't even have minds, let alone complex ones.... LOL! I'm playing, I'm playing. What would this world be without my Muslim brothers. Mad love for all of ya'll.

 

Fee Amaanillah

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Modesty   

Asalaamu Alaykum,

 

Even though I'm not officially a nomad in this nomadic family, I welcome you still. I really felt that poem,it made the words into objects, it painted a picture, but it reminded me of the situations faced in the world today, it moved me like I'm moved when a certain incident occurs on TV. I hope you keep some more poems rolling.

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La-y-La   

Innocence is taken

yet liberation doesnt seem to come along

so much pain they brought

and a child in agony they left

with parents slaughtered

it is not the end of the world

but gaalos are so meant to be in naar

I am not saying am done

I am not afraid of them

I am not here to complain

but I am here to congratulate

my people in Islam

whos lives were taken in Iraq/Palestine/Kosovo/Somalia

for Allah will reward them

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Biggest, widest,longest,heaviest propz 'deadly vision'..mashallah to tha rest of tha poets 'bringin tha sun out of tha moon' ..its about time smile.gif

 

Lingerin back to tha stoneage

where life woz pure like tha sky

faith woz deeper than tha coming of age

our foreheads darker than light

prayin five times a day

islam stronger than all tha lies

dropped on our laps like hails

of heavy stones thrown like dice

~.`.~.

u say shed a tear drop

i say shed tear drops like tha full moon

rounded filled wid tha pain all

our muslim broz and sis, moms,kids sad and blue

have shed,

heart burning as they are led

to dispair and anguish leading them

to tha dark road filled with bait

...

those cries wud soon turn to victory

craved fo by all muslims

inshallah tha shining light like berry

sweet like necter n deep like hyms

that wud b tha day

that we wud stay.....

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Chaos errupts and the nightly concert of gun fire begins

We all dash bewildered, atleast trying to gather the last of out things

To where we go, at first we don't know

Just continous steps as we walk, we only stop to go

A new place a new beginning a new plot at times

This akward land this awkward place with people held only before in our minds

 

we think,

More knowledge, more wisdom, more confusion

 

And with the confused mind comes confused ideas

Of an identity we think we still have

An identity that was long ago stolen

An identity we strive for everyday, searching, reaching, yearning

Yearning to belong, to be included, to be labelled

 

So what happends when we come to this new place

We don't understand that we don't fit in

a new people a new statistic a new race

 

Young, Black and African we proudly procliam

OUr labels, so dear we hold them

African, with an American shirt

African, with an Islamic name

African, with straightened hair

African, so proud to be...African

 

but are we?

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Am loving my people, loving me life....

And that only makes 'em hate me more-

cause I dont follow their

(Facts of Life & Their Fiction in Stripes)

..........Love Ya'all.......1unity1000,000strong

Whats the matter?

Hearts shatter...

Blood splatter from the new borns bladder....

Whats the matter?

Nothin new, all soo old~left with a tear drop-

Sadness on their faces, someone behind the Bush

Is catchin their cases~

Dear Allah wont you bring this 2a stop?

STOP!

Help stop the struggle in-...

SomaliaIritriaKenyaSudanNigeriaChechnyaAfganistan-PakistanCashmeirIndiaPhilippinesIranIraqSyria-SerbiaPalistan....Etc-PME~

Feels like most'of'ya are feelin me~

Alatofya'all hearin me~

Feelin fallin fo' PME...

 

~PME~

They battle Diseases, We battle in Warzones*...

.....

Battle ya' self 2battle them_

~1~

*DeadlyVision*

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Haseena   

Endless of tears running down my cheek

Every now and then I turn on the TV

Many plagues oh disastrous marks

Young souls been hit by a trail

A mine to complicate their way

A little child maybe turning two or three

Witnessing a death outside his home

Inside he is soft a tender soul

Wickedness and cruelty seeds him a mole

From sweetness and softness to hatred and inaccurate take

Vengeance keeping his day, put a side the freedom of knowledge they denied

He uses his fist naked There merely stripped to only

A heart magnified by experience of violence and death

This is our fate Destiny we are building

From a mild kind a heart turning to a vicious murder of crime

No body is left we all share this world like a body we interlink

We cannot stop the disease conquering Claims like that is a magnitude of lost

Betraying humanity is like pulling the trigger pointing to your mother

One that have given you love by far tremendous care

Act as like we bond two and two every action taken

Consequently turns to our nest if it be good no harm shall come

But being bad all shall be moved by instant a touch

We are humans eluding not elusive by blood and features we share a past

If continuing like this genocide may not be the worst

Erasing our kindness ends a story of decays

Death may not be the last on this earth to avail

Torture of mind being a leafless fact to convey

Sleepless a spirit undertaking a measure mind getting ill

Pointed poisoned knows not what to seek

The end is closing in non can avoid abroad

Evil concentrating what ought to be done?

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~PME~

Once again in pain,

lossin cells in my brain,

wit' lil' 2gain I do my upmost 2explain...

So listen 2how I mention wit' metaphors correction...

expressin the though thoughts thats locked in my vision_

Deadly process I gently release with ease 2please

my peeps in M.E, struggling mainly feelin bentley-

in their hearts, in their minds, on their body-

emotionly their greife got me-

thinkin thoughts, feelin sloppy-

In need of a better hobby-

Feelin like a Buffolo Soldier like Bob Marley-

Am nearly close 2my wake- as I shake -from

UpNorth-DownSouth-East2West-inTheMiddle of my lifes mist, I break. Out my shell an chot down my PME list-

Who cares?-> I say those that stare with glares-

when a carpet bomb drops 2kill thousands of Muslims...

who cares?->All, but no one dare 2share their point of views...all follow the news, whats new?

Pictures far from battle grounds, with dusty films...

Rusty bloody baby limps...

Done who-who did it?

Can't be the Amrikans, cause they there 2help, ahuh

Not the Brits, cause they came wit' da Amrikans wit' da same stealth...

Wit' 2many bones 4da closet, now they use shelfs..

SARS-ANTHRAX-SMALL'BOX-MAD'COW'DESEASE-WEST'NIEL'VIRUS-FLESH'EATIN'DESEASE-.

Come on please someone please get my mind on ease*

My brain cells tells me 2break spells & just freeze...F-Thinkin~....

Am here feelin stuck*ready2buck not givin a ****

about childs play, am kidnappin Chuck!

Snippin Dick from the Bush make him Blare-

Sr.Goerge still in washington collecting Bills

makin major plans Collin up New World Orders

Takin over IndianPakistani Borders_

In order 2oil drane Afganistan is the plan

Sad'am feelin awsome ah~

Call 911, cause i got me something bigger than a

Gun.

Call me the Mad Mullah, Aw more than u can get~

Bigheads in some ali territory have me worried on set~

Whippin tears wit my Eye Rag.

Fillipin my mind am feelin Philippine high flag.

In the jungles its the forest rumble*

War all over...am missin out on the action*

being Americanized- actin humble*

I ask God 2get me into M.E..so I can leave this pale jumble, I wana be in battle 2muddle with my

foes up close an in person...till next time-

I leave u with PME..cause I lack T.I.M.E-

---

....

lol---sorry but I think am the only one that will get this PoeticRhyme~...and those I explain2---

...ran out time...#1enemy next2 da devil->Time

...

One

PME

~1~

Deadly

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