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Wishful Heart:

 

Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate

scared of being an outcast, afraid of common fate

today is built on tragedies which no one wants to face

nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced

tonight is filled with Rage, violence in the air

children bred with ruthlessness for no one at home cares

tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops

knowing that my sanity content when I'm dropped

but tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new

build on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth

tomorrow I wake with second wind because of hope

I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive

the darkness of the mind is my festering corruption

it infects my soul like an endless seduction

without interruption I touch your voice and thoughts

i catch your visions before they are sought

i fought off a breath you just exhaled

knowing what its absorption truly entailed

you ail me with such simple distractions

without releasing even the slightest abstractions

my attraction to you grows with every smile that glows

from your wonderful being, so I write it in prose

i compose these words to expose in testament

a bird's song to your voice isn't a just sentiment

commitment may be a fear embedded deep within your heart

but lend it to me and I affirm mine won't ever depart.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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In The Mist Of Madness.

 

Traveling on a train to an unknown destination

chasing my fading ancient ancestral dream

seeking the missing piece of the puzzle that's my history

from the rocky mountains to the valley of the kings

passing through the birth place of my queen mother

stopping by to bid farewell to my happy childhood

somebody please help me find my stolen destiny

I travel on leaving a piece of my soul behind

resting where many souls were laid to rest

baring my soul to the grieving sand I walk on

tongue battered by the foreign lingo I pray in

wishing my confusion and dilemma a Godspeed

a lost son on his way to a lost cause I became

staring back at the face of defeat in his shadow

once a native before the storm of divisions hit

an innocent child caught up between feuding seasons

forced to take a bow..out of fear and unending shame

I travel on through the uncertainty with hope

hoping to find a house I can one day turn it into a home

I introduce my present pain to my past misery

praying to restore my humanity in the mist of all these madness.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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The Mathematics Of Tears:

:(:(:(:(

 

 

Reality is layered within a code

so many lies to truth's accent

like the cracks in the open road

covered with second grade cement

lost in a dream of a thoughtless goal

I find myself within a mighty void

a feeble creature with no control

before the world he is destroyed

men walk lines that swerve in time

as if destined by some outer force

my eyes betray my mind's divine

and hang me a convicted corps

I walk without a path to follow

aimlessly wandering a desert plain

I dread the thought of the many tomorrows

come the next day and then again

am I truly born for shame? Oh my Somali people...

has cursed future became my fate?

for I took an apple from a tree

and divulged in temptation’s bait

a lesser man than any I have become

my soul a prisoner's domain

I gave a man my last two pennies

he crushed my hopes in fair exchange

there was a bird that was born to fly

it soared above the open crowds

i am a man, who was born to die

now wrapped around a blackish shroud

my mission was to walk with truth

for he would set my burdens free

but truth has left for better days

after it threw away the only key.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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The Mathematics Of Tears:

 

How can i live when my nation is on the brink of death?

how can i call out when grief made me out of breath?

how can i rejoice when demise is my peer's only choice?

how can i find peace when my heart is torn into pieces?

how can i dream big when i all i see are nightmares?

how can i trust again when the one i trusted betrayed me?

how can i sleep when all my eyes can do is weep?

how can i ever love when my heart is full of hatred?

how can i laugh when all i can hear is my mother's cries?

how can i be happy when my people are consumed by sorrow?

how can i not be lonely when i buried my last true friends?

how can i smile when all my face is capable is frown?

how can i adore the beautiful princess i raped brutally?

how can i call myself a man when i killed my own woman?

how can i be proud of myself when i sold my soul on cheap?

how can i pray when i turned my back on the loving lord?

how can i find joy in looting the wealth of the orphan?

how can i expect fate to be kind to me when i've forsaken my faith?

how can i expect Allah's mercy when i destroyed mercilessly?

how can i speak when my cruelty left the angels speechless?

how can i enjoy my meal when my whole nation is starving?

how can i worship my creator with the blood of the innocent on my hands?

how can i call myself a SOMALI when i watch them die of my bullets?

how can i lead my people when i led them into the hands of their enemy?

how can i salute the great flag i helped put down?

how can i kiss the soil my greed allowed to be poisoned?

how can i call SOMALIA home when i am its worst enemy?

 

 

Damn you Warlords..for raping my dignity

Damn you Gunmen..for making a refugee

Damn you for murdering my innocence

Damn you for shooting down my dreams

Damn you for terrorising my hopes

Damn you for looting my pride

Damn you for spilling our blood.

 

Dear God..please save my people.

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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Speak:

 

Speak to my Motherland;

Tell her to pardon me if i failed to wipe away her tears

ask her to forgive her offspring while laughing when she's crying.

 

Speak to my soil;

Tell it not to mourn the demise of her rose that's dying

i greet the trees & the bees that feed us without any fees

the seas,the rivers and the wheat nurturing our infant seed.

 

Speak to the stars;

Tell them not stop smiling over my forsaken Somali nation.

 

Speak to the moon;

Tell it to carry on shining through the dark clouds hanging over us.

 

Speak to my tired head;

Tell it to guide me to the land of brotherhood & wisdom.

tell it to keep me humble & modest in these trying seasons.

tell it to be kind and caring towards my own Somali kind.

tell it to remind me of what it took for me to be born free.

 

Speak to my hands;

Tell them to reach out and touch only the good in me

tell them to reach out and heal those infected & affected by the war.

 

Speak to my feet;

Tell them to carry me til i reach my final destination.

 

Speak to my ears;

Tell them to ignore not when my mother country calls

tell them to listen to the news the wind brought from home

 

Speak to my fellow country men;

Tell them to STOP shooting at me please

STOP the violence and let's fight against poverty & ignorance.

 

Shout at my Somali people;

Tell them we are all equal in almighty's eyes

tell them we are all brothers & sisters by blood & birth

tell them to cease the hatred and the blood bath

beg them to ease my pain and release my spirit

by letting one another LOVE & LIVE in peace.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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raula   

BOB-mansha-allah! Your flow is eloquent, capturing and contemporary on issue at hand. Well done.

 

"from your wonderful being, so I write it in prose

i compose these words to expose in testament

a bird's song to your voice isn't a just sentiment

commitment may be a fear embedded deep within your heart

but lend it to me and I affirm mine won't ever depart." from wishful heart piece.

 

 

waswahili hunena: maneno mena hutoa nyoka pangoni sivyo. walalo wacha kututia mapenzi ya hovyo hovyo :D;)icon_razz.gif ana ni dont believe the hype eh.

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Waryaa Raula junga bibi casikusikiye ama atatuba vitizangu kwa cinje..mimi xabana taka fita..xuku wanawake wakona XAKI KUBUWA siyo kama xuko kwetu ISIOLO na RIFT VALLEY..unaona... :D:D

 

That's what i call kiswahili ya Sergeant Waryaa Style smile.gifsmile.gif ... Good to hear from you..as always.

 

 

Brother Kulmiye..Appreciate it. smile.gif

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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Angels Of Innocence.

 

She was born on the season before the flat lands wept.

before fate was awaken while the devil peacefully slept.

when profanity clampered unto seduction's breast.

before power devoured and night fall offered nothing but terror.

shuffled on hush voices and shaded by history fence.

today her tongue is captive and her skin sings her souls's sad songs.

she's the colour of fresh bread and the winter's leaf.

the colour of memories burned and the colour of misdeed.

the colour of innocence stolen and her pride that's broken.

the colour of secrets spoken as the pale token.

when she sings its the song on her silenced tongue.

the words of the SOMALI heart beating in her chest.

when she sings its for the love of the life she can't touch.

the path she can't follow without footsteps of regret.

she sings for what she can't remember but her body wont let her forget.

she sings for the sold SOMALI dignity and the abducted legacy.

she sings of sadness because she has nothing else left.

the child living in me yearns for her motherly LOVE and wisdmom.

i write in the honour of the love i was blessed upon by you.

will you still be alive when history changes its gear?

when patience pays its dues to each & every SOMALI hooyo.

when the tatters of all the broken homes are pieced togther.

is there a place for fear when the past becomes a commodity?

when we bargain ourselves out of poverty and gain our liberty.

when the pretty young SOMALI females of this new today.

hold the blueprint of what those of yesterday began to build.

heels clicking hair perfect..back straight, voice deep.

brightening the SOMALI horizon with her GOD GIVEN grace.

without a hint of the fear that terrorised her PALACE.

knowing how she struggled to stay alive with no bridges in between.

your cries that curl the straight edges of history haunt me.

you look at your motherly heart with eyes blaring at full blast.

dreaming of the bridges we could build that promised of hope.

written by the pretty SOMALI girls wearing crowns of change.

I CURSE those men among us who cause you nothing but pain.

i seek your essence for the good of my own existance.

i lay down my manly foundation by aknowledging your importance.

with no language to paint this colour of sadness you wear.

I PRAY this may never be the love you experience in my hands.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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Memoirs Of A Muslimah:

 

She's an ancient spirit molded into a modern being

giving her legacy a new face with the scripture of reason

she's the divine link between yesteryear's trend and the new season

she's the pride of her all kind soothing my foreign mind

she's all mankind' hope that floats without a hint of flaws

diamonds dangling from her dancing hands decorated with hennah

her face glowing from the ablution and heart pulsing with iman

flowing silky fabric covering world unto herself

many a men depart from this lonely life without ever knowing

the paradise she hides beyond her golden barriers

rivers of wisdom flow beneath her crown of Burqa

idle minds ask to know what remains when you take it off

the weight of lustful stares of strength of islam

she remains sacred best described as pious

she is a home maker, the righteous men's joyous lovemaker

she's beautiful beyond modesty and a pillar of her belief

she can't touched by grief for in her faith she always finds relief

foes find hard to battle against the roots where she begins

in almighty's will the sand she travels on becomes her guide

her legend plastered on the history walls at the far end of her dream

for she's answerable to no man but a higherbeing in ALLAH (s.w).

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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The Bond Of Fellowship:

 

He stands accused of being a faceless freind

stranger with a familiar feature and a distant tone

a trick he was meant to master by fate's grace

skills honed on the blank pages of aspiration

many sleepless nights his watering eyes endured

tossed & turned fighting to lay his words to sleep

thoughts over powering and out running his mind

restless almost senseless he got but God forbid never careless

beating his chest..biting his lips with anticipation

fighting to vomit the pain he failed to spill out

hid his frustration behind the thin lines of his chosen path

between defeat & dignity, ego & pride he battled

wishful mind on a mission to conquer his fearful fantasy

through imagination he finally found his inspiration

held his head high and unleashed his under-fire ambition

took his first step toward his impatient destiny

under the winking stars he began to translate his dreams

blessed to turn thoughts into waves of wishful words

humbled by the might of the pen he shares his pain with

to enlighten his homeless soul is what he always aimed for

to expand his horizon with spoken word became his goal

to remain loyal till destiny does them apart is his written vows

grateful to almighty for the rewards his faith brought

for him alone he praised and with him he's fulfilled.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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raula   

mzee BOB..hiyo lugha jamani inafanya tumbo inisokote..walalo..yaani its so redface.gif mpaka inashtua jo. N'wayz good to know i can still hear Sgt.Waryaa.

 

As always FANTASTICO icon_razz.gif

 

"she's beautiful beyond modesty and a pillar of her belief

she can't touched by grief for in her faith she always finds relief" .......if all of us had such immense IMAN like she..life would have been more easier. Alxamdulilah for now.

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I seek the incarnation towards my once greatness

confined in its half formed & misshapen socks

the gentle breeze of hope inside of me burns with sadness

clouds of ashes fall unto my grieving nation with shame

my virgin conscience hides behind the burned walls of blame

these are the hours when the silenced souls are freed

debts of emptiness are paid with pain and visions made

our destiny is crafted by this physical & fast moving train

every storm brings new burden and every thunder new fear

we are fashioned by the balance between Love & hate

when the gentle breeze calls to their knees they will fall

blinded, bitter and mournfully insane before us

when the relentless wind of change blows

to their knees they will fall in submission

to position the daggers of their disgrace

in the days when we were innocent infants

we knew the price of life was paid from birth

the air was cleared when minds met,met hearts,met souls

divine standard of excellency at expression of worth

if I’m better than the next man,in my truest heart I’m worse

in a world stripped of materials all that’s left is work

the footprints on the pavement of the possibility is LOVE

the harnessing of the heaven promised to us is PEACE

even death offers no solution to those who live in illusion.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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