BOB Posted June 17, 2009 The Story Of My Life. I rage alone creating an unknown touchstone every moan...every silent groan in a relaxed tone this poem will be a song without words and more instead of a pencil I write with red vocal cords my brown bladed rock rocks my head with confusion unconscious, subconscious and unconscious fusion misleading tales that I wail because of another's trail its my body but my mind is still trying to make bail I once wore black clothes sewn with hate only God knows a place HE once loved so HER life could glow (Uh-huh) HER twisted lyrical misspelling had my hand yelling almost gave in until my eyes full of tears started smelling suddenly a depressed curve was lured to something eccentric a mental capacity saw vision and a line bent hectic blessed to love but in the end forced to hate uh-huh two days pass and only deeper grow their deadly feud I saw my once brethren, but know I had retracted this they shed life but I would spike a cubed maze from an oasis the difference is not indifference but of loftiness veins turn bloody but I saw a dog and laughed through this their pen is intact, yet being afraid, afraid of failure afraid personal strife and afraid of an orange edged knife afraid to look in the mirror and see something ugly I wont lead but watch them succumb, being blind deaf and dumb it's a false lack of help that burrowed minutes rocks fake hotel inn it's a purging chair of yellow fears that mislead life's oblivion. ouch Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted June 19, 2009 Remember Me? I drink deeply from the rim of a jar filled to the brim teeming with creative juice served by lady happy face my heartbeat displaced by the grace of her eye lashes batting one thousand, profound and grown in a rich soil a glance in her soul crafts makeshift wings that I travel out of my mental labyrinth on taking a crisp bite into her ripened mind her heart a red delicious, plucked from purity I long to prolong every sunset on her iris horizon then steal peeks like a thief in the night bare soul, a frozen stare a scare crowed from the warm blackbird pie of her eyes baked in a deep puddle of pain, I wade in the view taking a pew at a sermon before a pastor of passion and raising my voice to the sprites of her sight then slowly descend, drowning in those eyes...Oooh morning dew would trickle thick from my eyes if I ever lost her from this palace fashioned for love never to fall through the cracks of the floor take the path from peace and pass through revolving doors but as the morning comes, on these planes of grace I painstakingly take a blink, all the while anxious waiting a lifetime to return to that burning sensation that I once tasted, swallowing the sight of her glowing embers as I embrace another empty hand, I'm subjected to barren land eyes averted, submerged in more pressing tasks as the black clouds above my eyes on my brow loom a single raindrop stains the slopes of my smile. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted July 9, 2009 Untitled: Once, I was a young boy, reckless and angry menaced by a cruel world that wouldn't understand me now as I walk down the path of eternal darkness my mind reeks from the wrath of sin and sadness I stumble in this dark world inside a material shell while attempting to break away into an immaterial spell I tumble faster down the wretched tunnel to hell contemplating the size of the hole from which I fell lyrical satisfaction was my destination but worldly complications leads to mortification at times I feel disgrace at the face of this man's taste my words are laced in haste so as not to be a waste AHHHHH...I'm caged on this blank page can't write deep words in lyrical rage so I try to maintain my main aim which is to stay mentally sane its hard when this world doesn't keep you curled I'd rather float as vessel in a calm ocean. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
UZTAAD Posted August 27, 2009 Ninyahow waan ku salaamayaa gobayadaadu runtii aad ayaa ay u qiimo badan yihin somaliga ma ku gobaydaa sxb adoo raalli ah mise englishka kaliya ? Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SeeKer Posted September 9, 2009 BOB, I have your poem speak into me engraved somewhere in my soul. Its been a while since I felt words jumping from a medium. so thanks! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted November 4, 2009 Salam Aleikum W.W Brother Uztaad haa af Soomaaliga waan qoraa laakiin nasiib xumo illaa iyo hada waxa aan afkeena hooyo ku qoray waxey u badan yihiin qoraal 'Personal' ah oo aan diyaar u eheen inaan halkan kusoo qoro...Sorry. Seeker...Salam Aleikum W.W it's been a good while since we last exchanged words and it's great to know that you're still around...thanks for the compliment...I'm honoured and the pleasure is all mine. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted November 4, 2009 Gift: By Eedo Cambaro. Fallacy endorses delusions firing bullets from the tip of the nation's tangled tongue yearning to harness our inner flames so as to attach meaning to our makeshift lives ignore the conflict and the agony brewing within us downward tumbles my painted smile because... to silence the violence and insolence we need excellence in our benevolence the gift of life is turbulent so we chose death as I tower over these lands pondering where my destiny lies wailing winds and thundering storms come to my embrace my breast pocket gleams past this plastic skin, ingesting a new essence I cast out all my broken sticks into raging waters that have been contaminated by lost tiers and mourning they say to me live positively and freely so everyday I wear a smile on my tired face just to give it a test and my brain a rest but positivity and negativity are debatable swaying on either side like a battery just to restore one's balance I stand on the mouth of this summit Iris fixated on the breast landscape and candy floss skies I have found myself at a nose end or do I? for the sure cure to lure those mired in a cave. is to show them what is pure...Gift of my Love is. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SeeKer Posted November 4, 2009 Salaams, Kweli it has been aeons or what feels like it. Lakini umepotea ndani ya ardi ama binguni jemeni? Hamna ata notice I think I wrote a reply poem to your poem but its subpar. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
hodman Posted November 4, 2009 BOB has a gift for words. Thanks for sharing. Seeker I don't think your work could be sub par so please share Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
UZTAAD Posted November 5, 2009 welcome back brother BOB, Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted November 10, 2009 Seeker usiseme hivo...you have a gift and you do not NEED ME to tell you that. Hodman...Thanks sistee... Uztaad...Thanks my brother. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted November 10, 2009 For You: By Eedo Caasho I'll whisper a million sweet nothings as my attempt to scream this fidelity not even I can understand this statement is this what you'd call an understatement? in my efforts to draw a fine line between insanity and my willingness to give I pickpocket this theme of romance from the pedals of every rose given If I could breathe a new dawn of hope into you after every passing moment of sunrise then I'd take a still life of night and possess the beauty of your moon tonight let us grant this exchange of wishes and wear a lasting impression but allow me to express myself in the sweetest way I’ve come to know... Baa Baa... Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Malika Posted November 10, 2009 Originally posted by *BOB: The Familiar Stranger: You took my breath away from the moment I first laid my eyes on you my modesty torn to shreds by my honesty as I pay tribute to you words fail me as if millions of swords pierced through my pulse thinking of ways to define your gravity defying physical beauty pardon my mind as it wanders past your corridors beyond the shield eyes beautiful beyond norm oh how I am torn between them lips red and tempting as ripe cherry making my stomach go merry you keep your thoughts straight that are as bright as crystal I listen to your heartbeat as I stare at your bare soul with attentive ears you afford me a quick smile and my self dignity takes a flight I study your movement and realize how you beautiful you make the moment like a swallow bird you gracefully glide past my hesitant heart you offer no resistance when I start caressing your secret thoughts you're even kind enough to allow my mind entangle with yours freely this is beyond what I visualized as I allow my soul to be hypnotized with this serene surroundings as we converse about our secret universe wonder wouldn't have been full without your incomparable presence some dream and others hope while I can only pray to be yours truly one day I wish the night wouldn't last and relegate this journey into my past for you're only a familiar stranger in my most beautiful dream. Peace, Love & Unity. Waw! am reminicing a 'once upon' cyber fling..bloody waqti lumiis ayee iska eheed. BOB,your talented runtii. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted November 18, 2009 Tonight The quietest night before the wildest day the sun sets to shine bright but then hides away lost in the gaze of the quiet moon desperately trying to escape this riot, my doom consumed in the hush that has fell all around shaking like a leaf and quivering to the ground my teeth that chatter batter the silence to infinity a metaphor for what matters, my silent misery the cold whispers of the winter blister me distant ghostly chattering of the night come visit me I'm lost in this infamy, this infantry and this destiny I listen to the sounds of the night hesitantly its quietness questions me, deafens me and pesters me helps me, hides me, guides me and blesses me I'm lost in the cold of the quietest night shivers embrace but silence takes hold, I'm alright I'm not fit to fight tonight but my ears will carry on intently right now I'm happy to die... death on the quietest of nights I know my family will hurt but it's my destiny. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
hodman Posted November 19, 2009 Subhanallah BOB I found myself urging this person not to die! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
