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Baashi   

Allah yarxama aabe awoowe. He sure left a lasting impression on your noodles. Insha'Allah you'll name one of the Kismaayo streets after him for psoterity purposes or better dedicate sadaqa jaariya for him. I know you will attain that financial freedom that you are after one day. Possible suggestions:

 

1. Donate undisclosed sum to new masjid.

2. Donate monies to orphanage center

3. Donate monies to schools

 

All in his name for hor Ilaahay. Do that my man and you have returned the favor.

 

Awoowe you have talent, ya got that burning fire in the belly fadlan oo fadlan use it for a greater good. I know you can do it.

 

Start with this thread. Collect all these poems, refine them a bit with lil background introduction (when you composed, where, the setting, and what prompt you to pen them) and you have set the wheels in motion and before you know it you will have a book.

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Salahh   

Bro, you can rhyme and my jealousy just engulfs to the brink of tears but, is it my eyes or is your Avatar Image a picture of Bin Laden? Excuse my judgmental state but for an individual so beautiful with words, I would think you wouldn't condone the efforts of an individual crazy enough to not know who he is killing. The philosophy of dropping bombs and not caring about the victims is a little nuts in my opinion. If that's not him, apologies. Otherwise, be you.

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BOB   

Salam Aleikum W.W

 

 

Baashi,

 

You're the best my brother...that's why I Love You and Thanks for your words of wisdom and encouragement...you know that I always appreciate and cherish your brotherly advices.

 

 

take care bro and convey my salam to my dumaashi and caruurta aan adeerka u ahay Insha Allah.

 

 

Salam Aleikum W.W

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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BOB   

Somali Symphony:

 

 

We walked the long and rough road of sorrow

amidst a terrible weather without a coat to keep warm

we retained our senes and gained freedom from within

 

 

We were born into poverty & grew up penniless

famine ate away our pride and begging became painless

dignity deceased in the drought & shame appeared stainless

reaped fruits of paradise that we sow before plenty got tasteless

we once had plenty before my kind chose to keep emptiness

breathing sin while eating the forbidden fruits of bitterness

we once shaded under our mighty name but today we're nameless

I stand beside my battered & bruised brother for we're faceless

I lean on his fading shadows exposing his woeful weakness

we once lived under a roof but today we are homeless

we display our failure to the universe for we rebelled against success

 

 

A nation apart battling demons within our dreams

trapped inside the confines of our concrete past

ignoring the present while denying the hope tomorrow holds

blessed with pain and heartbreak forced to curse the heavens

the thoughts I think with the help of my trusted pen's ink

these words I speak and the secrets I keep making my guts leak

these tears I shed for my fallen nation are making my eyes fail to blink.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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The Graves Of Slaves.

 

 

Our legacy is written on the blank pages of hope's journal

with the strong ink of glory and brotherly companionship

telling the painful tales of my divided nation in tears

seeking out elements of peace within this bloody war

celebrating death while mourning for the humanity I never knew

planting love seeds in this season of sickening senseless hatred

longing for an urgent tranquility amidst the raging thunder strom

pouring out my broken heart to the deafening slience

carrying the heavy burden of my kind's broken spirit

polluting the universe with our children's sorrow

drinking from the well of guilt while watching our mothers'grief

prosecuting destiny in the concrete courts of our cruel fate

resting my tired sorry soul under the weeping african stars

while hiding my shame from the taunting dark clouds of death

scaping from the confines of the ill doers through my thoughts

entrusted my innocence with the invincible savages & vultures

that deflowered my conscience with the demons they possess

I blow a kiss to my broken wishes & dreams that I shall miss

my history will be told by the blue sky that witnessed my demise

I salute my fallen flag of pride while singing motherland a lullaby

I pass on my legend to the future flowers that are yet to bloom

while I silently lie in my grave amongst the graves of slaves.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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BOB   

Eyes Wide Shut.

 

 

I close my eyes in fear of seeing my soul

as tears wander down on my boney cheeks

as my interest is piqued against the steep slopes

of my broken smile and smothered dream

the ruptured vein of my love bleeds pain from above

the faint glow of hope dims between the horizon of my eyelids

fading to sunset my love rests as I submit to the night dreams

that days haven't dared to embrace and tears have failed to escape

the blinding light of desire, the fire burning with power

glows as my hopes,once upon a time flowers of spring

fall to the barren winter of indecision and confusion

as your iris incisions cut looks my way and I look away rotating the days

retiring to night and retreating from the light

of your concerned eyes and firm lies, stern but wise

as I avert my longing to arise to your rays

for another day of sun showers and drowned flowers

under the embers of your pity,I walked a limb for love

so slim I fell again like the descending dreams

of the night as I fall asleep to the steady breathing

of disappointment on the other side of my closed eyes.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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The Yesteryear Nightmares:

 

 

Forevermore is the short term of my memory

as I silently sit still in the mist of darkness

passed by similar dreams in a familiar streams

you came to me but you stood by her

the thought of you drifted through my mind

like the terror reigned in later years

I think of you now as a visionary

cut like diamonds between the knife

and the fork on my plate of life

and there she stood steady as a rock

ground unmoved by circumstances

knowing I waited patiently for you to arrive

but you came to me, except you stayed by her

the basic principles of my dreams

swirled before my eyes and mixed

intertwined by thoughts of forevermore

as the short term of my memory

waited for you to come back

but as she stood solid as a rock you stood with her

staring...glancing down on my dry throat

as the pain entered my heavy mind

then it raced quickly to my sulking heart

subsequently I signed them every last one of them.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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BOB   

Funk Of The Fools:

 

 

The distant devil saturates the airwaves with bias information

computers leeching at our beloved brains creating mountains of slain

infants being taught by the devil's bloodthirsty scream

flipping between fake ambitions with no time to dream

eyes clued to the blank monitors that spread rumours with no credibility

fingers fondling keys that incarcerate my nation's mentality

I am contesting their fickle minds controlled by capitalist terrorists

we glow spiritually with wisdom that flow like Juba river

they fight to bury our history and dismiss us like our unsung heroes

like the real men we are, we cried when our name & dignity died

they tried promoting genocide like apartheid and label it suicide

their deals done in the darkness dangle dangerous debts like magnets

exporting tons of verbal poisons to our defenseless empty nation

human families forsaking their faith for fake bling in taking

with your million dollar lies on circle could’ve fed the impoverished

I release my thoughts from the shackles to please my soul

increase my love reproduction hoping to decrease the hatred

I preach to teach my kind for I advocate removing the self-hate

so I stretch my arms out and seize the day for my third eye sees the way

I play to stimulate minds while the masses dance to the funk of the fools.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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BOB   

Broken Bird:

 

 

Crying daily her frustration grew

till it hit a mountains peek

temptation never expected

restricted for someone so unique

from the first moment I met her

she patronized of a life unorganized

hit with drug abuse and painful life

her addictions never recognized

never with her family or friends

they all abandoned her without a remark

she was always full of temptation

she just couldn't resist or embark

always frustrated and mad at the world

yet she was possessed with a disease

people would gossip behind her back

saying she got Aids just to be a tease

but nobody really knew if or maybe cared

it was the truth so many asked questions

under the impression of depression

they forced her to unleash her aggressions

always coming to places angry or high

people would doubt if she'd last the night

then she'd go home to an empty house

cry because of people not asking about her

the sadness was no one really knew her

her feelings weren't her motivations any longer

frustration wasn't the expectation

but everybody could see she needed a vacation

the only thing that's left for her to do was wish for a life

with less tears and pain and even with less hate

she deserved a much smoother life and fate

in her lonely life love just doesn't relate

crying daily her frustration grew till it hit a mountains Peek

temptation never expected restricted for someone so unique.

 

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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Dry My Tears:

 

 

I play the sweetest melodies of my forgotten youth

enlighten my soul with our ancient forsaken truth

I dream of love that does not burden my broken heart

at the dawn of violence and crimes...I pray for peaceful times

I seek the wisdom to embrace tolerance and reject ignorance

I cherish my Islamic belief that brought me so much relief

history defined and sealed with the suffering and the pain

my heart fancies the false fantasy I paint with my pen

for my thoughts offer my mind a poetic emancipation

hoping my words would catch a flight to the castle of redemption

for I wished to escape the chaotic scenes that's of our creation

through the demise of the nation my willpower endured

I chose to pay tribute to my soul on fate's bloodied page

listen to the deafening wailing of my heartfelt homage

through my footprints trace my ancient and rich Somali heritage

I speak without gimmicks that mimic my silenced conscience

I acknowledge my deep roots like motherland's delicate fruits

I treasure my handful present by making peace with my hurtful past

life is a game of gamble and I bet you all heads and tails

truth be told we're all similar heads telling our unique Somali tales

affirm every step I dare to take before I leap from my yesterdays

I live in the realm of reality that borders with impossibility

I'm vocally wounded and my cords of reason are unplugged

our destiny is astounded while the rest are hounded by our pain

our screams for for help brought by fear pounded heaven's gates

please show me the nearest room where I can dry my tears.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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BOB   

Today Before Tomorrow:

 

 

I woke to cold tears four days ago

there is nothing surreal about it

no broken wings, no pulling out my heart

nothing supernatural about my fate at all

it's too hard yet too real for me to live with.

 

I woke to warm tears three days ago

like your memories crawled into my eyes

and your wet lips left their mark on my cheeks

I swear I thought that your scent was in my bed

and tore through the mattress trying to find love.

 

I woke to hot tears two days ago

my hands were moist, my body warm

a mixture of sweat and dead emotion

they formed miniature puddles in my palms

not yet deep enough for me to drown in.

 

I woke to scorching tears yesterday

not able to breathe; I hit the ground

regretting every second I spent gasping for life

it scrawled through my face as I ran into the bathroom

as I looked in the mirror and the person staring back

I recognized the familiar stranger as your beauty marks.

 

I woke up to nothing and feeling empty today

I trembled in a deep corner of my torn bed

the bed sheets wrapped around me

trying to keep the warmth from leaving my heart

for i fear that I won't wake up tomorrow.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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Untitled:

 

 

My pen seeps ink as I deep think

world on the brink of destruction

mind numbed by guilty sweet drink

ruptured mental just can't function

breathing angry fumes number nine cloud

face distorts like the Turin shroud

the warring crowd stands proud with arms

politician and soldiers with bloody palms

sons and daughters with New World orders

bricks and mortar and concrete jungles

walk careful or the snakes bite the ankle

the serpent constructs and strangles

the beloved prophet (p.b.u.h) predicted doom

the leaders with no leadership skills

faith ripped apart as the heart beats

drug fuelled dark streets in our cities

sharp teethed sharks feast and I clinch my fist

mark of the beast, cut deep with steel

forfeit the skill and target and aim to kill

break the seventh seal and reveal all

blast horns tear down the devil's walls.

 

 

I Just Don't Know....

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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Where Truth Lies.

 

To lead a life without a pain we all dreamt

for a peaceful night-sleep you secretly wished

pity,we born into a world we watch saints sin

where sinners tell you how to lead a sacred life

on this earth souls are sold for a material gain

lust became a new game we all play along

love? got money mate? go get any girl you wish

listen to these tales the southern star tells

heard about a pretty young virgin with a b@stard baby

father without a wonderful wife at home to love

brother turned into the woman his sister envies

girls stopped being pretty and staying ladies

selling their temples to the highest bidder

abused and used all in the name of the love misused

men holding them aloft like a trophy for their cabinet

girls, bury your pride and a hefty price thou shall pay

pardon the sorrowful song I play and the pain I preach

Ignore the gory pictures I draw and the secrets I teach

place your bet and forever remain in painful misery

drinking from the wells of regret till your head turns grey

betray your womanhood and parents? better die young

waste your breath on speaking ill of my every being

keep on Admiring the devil you shamelessly worship (Material)

talk loud for no one bothers to listen to your sorry melodies

unleash your anger and sadness by blaming it on your foes

laugh now before you weep under the stars in your lonesome

lick your wounds for you're your destiny's dog.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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BOB   

Drum Beats.

 

 

My blank page crawls with a million hidden words

full of mind soothing phrases and ancient sayings

their existence lies in the vision of the storyteller

like the earth became my mother and the sky my guardian

water the essence of my being and fire my strong passion

the ground trembled with the might of the word and dust awakened

awake my spirit and rise up for its time to kiss the heavens

destiny's drum beats I hear and so my soul shall sing and dance

son of a warrior from the ancient land of sweet waters

I was born among the hills and the valleys where kings stood

the lakes and the rivers that run soul deep and made many weep

I share the soil with the brave lions that roamed freely

and the ever-changing seasons of my native land

where a poet's journey is a pilgrimage of conscience

passion for sharing knowledge beyond everyday existence

though too young to recite my ancient poetic scriptures

I fail not to take pride in these sermons I entice my soul with

my hands become slippery and my fingers crooked

dried and bloodied words seep through my pulse

chest hurts for I speak from this mighty Somali heart

I clutch on to my pen that shall immortalize these words.

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

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