BOB Posted March 12, 2007 For My Rose: Taking nature's time...the beauty that grows blooming so slow...that's the beautiful rose afraid of rushing...unable to say when to stop from being seeds imbedded in rocks till the time petals of fragrance would drop the type of rose that's wrapped around at the heel the type of rose that'll stand out in a field the type of rose that love fools would follow the type of rose used as a cure for sorrows the type of rose relieving those wrapped in stress the type of rose given to those lacking happiness oh beautiful rose...you're like a beautiful artwork providing us life similar to how hearts work beautiful rose...the thorn less and smooth dare I say worth more than a diamond or should I just say worth more than a few worth more than anynthing...you're a treasure to be cherished and my heart & I cherish your beauty in more ways than one taking nature's time...you're still the beauty that grows but beautiful rose...why are you blooming so slow? beauty is your potential...though you're hiding it truly beautiful rose please bloom and grow and provide us your beauty that's soul deep. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
hodman Posted March 12, 2007 ^^^Truly hypnotic. Could the growth be slow because of an injury to the fragile petals early on? I get the image in my mind of quiet dignity, even in pain trying to pull out of the dark spots..... and yes the light at the end of a long tunnel BOB u have a gift for words Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted March 29, 2007 Hodman...Jambo sistee... Drink Deep My Disdain: I scrub my face in the solution of steam finding solace in solitude within my mind inhale fear and feel the heat beat my lungs as I choke with its smoke I shut off my dreams near in my mind I discover an inner peace though in my heart...love withers and weeps haunting memories of deep fried friends at times it seems I can almost see my end as my inner vision examines my life choices I write voices that speak mute truths from the pen ribs ruptured from the loss of my greatest love heart erupting with the ferocity of an ape blood breaking through veins...claiming the reigns flushing through my chest spurting pain as I stand staring under the torrent of this haunting and burning rain in this learners game...i stand without my notepad detached from the pain and my ancient being tainted and tattered...Oh wishing to be painless I'm battered by my nation's shameful madness embrace my fasting mind for I lost my latch on reality standing grasping the hollow handle of fantasy stand with me under this muddled rain...Please while blood and pain form puddles on my brain. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted March 29, 2007 Welcome To My Mind: I lost track of time and I lost a dime hopefully my mind will give no curfew for me to stitch verses into my scars traffic lights signal my mood for the day i wait in patience when I am renown impatient let me tell you about the Red light poetry ignores the air I breathe and stomps upon the ground I praise opinions of my lonely mentality are extinct intoxicated with the lies from the heart fickle minds living life from a dictionary never giving something a meaning but always following what something says to me reality is nothing but opinion and poetry is my chosen companion I take a pause in my day to release the stress through these battered words I dream success staple my hands together to never write again paint my fingers red so each poem is never perfect always something to work for and never something to try for. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted March 29, 2007 Fallen Angel: I see the sunshine over the drive the valley of gods...a plea for a hand to lift the estate over the cliffside to survive there used to be a dream worthy to rise for so many dead faces,too much chest pride on the inside you tell me that you're living fine but where's your smile? your pain is SO distinctive even though you're in denial your posture so rigid you're scared to be free you mourn about what you used to be in your days of ecstasy you tell yourself you don't know who you are you feel different and vulnerable outside unlike the strength you see in your mirror where's the freedom when you live on regrets? you struggle to lift your child to feed on your breast with that heavy cough deep in your chest you still wear your mom's smile that she gave you as a gift you forget sometimes that you once used to wait for her to put you in bed and into sleep not so long ago you were a child in this world surrounded by your fake friends that deceive you kept their arms clean and poisonous out for your blood though the estate grew like poppy fields thriving with unwanted chemical love you deny and refuse to accept the truth I am preaching thinking you are strong to accept fate's teaching some day you will realize your life was made out of cheating. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted March 29, 2007 ^^^^^^^^Home: My country is stripped and ripped without hesitation our so-called elders corrupt the youth without consideration I am tired of waiting, hoping and dreaming of evolution i pray for the rebirth of the lost revolution people are dying and all you lot talk about is constitution our Somali soil is getting polluted beyond recognition the wealth of the land is being looted without the natives' permission my people are executed in distant shores without an explanation Somalia became the playground of the scavengers for it has no protection my people respect the infidel who advocates for fornication the greedy elders turned Somalia into a house of prostitution where the highest bidder is guaranteed for an uninterrupted satisfaction while the youth stand back and observe the forceful penetration we praise and look up to a heartless murderer in admiration we thrash the nobles who preach Allah's last revelation my people, has the fires of hell became your chosen destination? we spread lies and hatred amongst Almighty's creation Somalia's pride supposed to be its Somali nation we took our shame all across the globe as an expedition our rich country is known as the land of famine and starvation our pain became our enemy's favourite conversation our souls became the prize and our Somalia the competition we ignore our women & children's cries from the unjust execution does it hurt not how our people turned their backs on salvation? i rattle your conscience without seeking anybody's worldly admiration for this is my sermon to my beloved country's PATRIOTIC generation. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted April 5, 2007 Traveling Man. If I was born to be a traveler with curiosity and watch my people pushing passion and self pride let my journey be across the spaces that divide us the spaces that confine us, spaces that define true love spaces that create us, spaces we must break up call out and make me and my people rise up it's the very liquid soul that oozes from my kind to light the deserted side walks with our magic beyond the foreign and distant shores it's the joy from which the laughter of those dying while still young is drawn love should be the essence of my people and when we move to any groove we should shake the earth around the sun ask for the tricks that dip our ladies’ hips we'll tell you that love makes the blood run my people wear your colours with pride sing your spirits loud and unplugged we'll use the hands that built our art to build ourselves up once again with love carry the love for your people within your blood love is in the survival of my Somali race dear God give me new set of eyes to see my people in a different light give me new set of eyes to see the new state of mind peace brings true love defines the space between the person I am and who I wish to be. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted April 5, 2007 (SOMALIA) I scream out loud lungs stretched to its full capacity as I lose breath and my chest hurts from inside the pain of the torture I am receiving is killing me. (ME) Due to my Somali skin that doesn't tone the right notes I am locked behind these strings of violins violent strokes i scream day and night Dear God you're my only hope my heart is subjected to these mindless chains of killings tight iron cuffs making marks through my wrist, skin splits blood drips around my finger tips as I write about the rape of my beautiful Somalia by my own Somali people. (SOMALIA) BOB, my proud Somali child, we'll make it you'll see our time will come, we'll break through the barriers of war no more crying mothers for their dead infants no more mistreating and beating and raping our women or getting kicked in the head,spat on,slap and shot no more of our families getting chased from their shelters. (ME) Somalia, my beautiful and loving princess hence my motherland rich and beautiful you still have Faith in us the same people who abuse you daily without a hint of care yet I lost myself, since they took the life of my friend he was only an innocent and infant bright star on my shirt still exist his blood stained hand print (Tears Drip) Yes Mother Somalia I must keep hope in these trying times what must we do to break loose from these warlords’ unprovoked wrath? (SOMALIA) My BOB, we'll reunite with all our lost hope and dreams one day I will give birth to a Somali child who is so adorable eyes sparkle like stars his giggle tickles, ah my son Noble sonny, you didn't lose yourself. You're my unbreakable Prince who will forever posses his golden heart as his crown my beautiful body might have endured the cruel abuse but I've plotted a scheme when the warlords come I'll strangle them all with the same cuffs they tied me with to abuse me I know I'm more powerful than them without their arsenal they aren't tough. (ME) Beloved Somalia, they are quick with the gun, I don't know about this. we already lost thousand innocent lives, our dignity and pride I swear,I can't grasp losing you. it's a crazy risk. (SOMALIA) a risk I have to take for my millions of loving kids world wide forced to get down on their knees and beg for food while some are getting raped somewhere far as we speak some are taking their last breath and I wont get to keep their bodies refugee camp isn't the place for a King and his pretty Queen my sanity I can no longer contain, bondage must be broken I won't be tamed and I wont allow fear of death intimidate me we'll make it Son, forever remember the freedom dream. (ME) My people shall be set free from their greed we wont lie down and beg but for freedom we bleed we wont let the legacy of our freedom fighters die they corrupted our young minds in containment now forget our skin even the soul is as rough as pavement i can marvel at the insanity and wonder when humanity will prevail over this insane world. (To The Somali Youth) in the day dream of pain we are all in I am sure we will make it, we must keep the Faith but we are still losing a part of Somalia everyday as she gets brutally raped & looted time and again by the merciless scavengers we call elders it is about time we let our voice be heard stand up and for motherland's sake speak up let us not stand back and watch let us not history accuse us of failure we are our beloved Somalia's one and only hope can't you hear her cries and see her tears? My dear Somali brothers & sisters, my fellows.. The FUTURE IS NOW. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted April 5, 2007 Questions I hope no warlord ever gets to read this as I've still got some family members living back @ Home. You'll know me no better in epitaphs I know you better when everyone is sinking while the windows clear and an alarm smacks the hand that revolves above innocence. (laughter) and the ring finger a trigger to silence the heart the heart was never beating in the first place so some of them live on in a work of fiction others in the dreams of another's pension it seems like its been four years as I'm looking around the back of the room it seems so empty, so quite and silent like the promise you'll never keep for the future you're selling us short, I repeat.. you're selling us short, I will spell it in morse S.O.S beats in my aching chest but compounds a stress fracture just another round of young believers waiting for the reasons to fall in your guillotine world but worst of all is that you never asked the youth if they live with purpose yeah purpose… I say you greedy old man.. what's the purpose of life anyway? I'm looking at everyone's size I'm looking at everyone's lies and I'm sick of waiting for your permission for my young and educated generation to die catch me if you can...catch us if you can I'm that flat line when your fingers on the pulse of the youth of Somalia at peace with the world at least enough to succumb to a lesson suburban sprawled functions and semi casual corporate luncheons something like a family held together almost perfectly by so much tension this is for the youth you deemed unimportant then we forget so quickly, so quickly. so pick me up with the business section and tear your wrists with coffee cups star bucks isn’t much if you take away the diminished middle class because I'm living in fear my parents cried gallons of tears you are living in deep fear of letting your negative trends fall by the wayside and pass over the reigns to the young and better equipped but before you enlist us, just listen just listen to the heartbeat of the young fading into insignificance... it's your turn and it's your fault it's our turn to be our fault to learn to just learn to live in peace rather than die in pieces catch me if you can, I said catch us if you can we are that flat line when your fingers on the pulse of the youth of Somalia. :mad: :mad: Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted April 16, 2007 The Diary of BOB: The sand of my beloved motherland swallows the blood of my peers while shedding painful tears I carry my grief deep inside me behind my fragile baby flesh and beyond my jaded adult eyes the pain & sorrow relate to each other never been a child nor had a childhood the noisy lullaby of the bullets flying by kept me awake all-night I dream of my lost innocence streets tempt you to lead a Godless life reality is far from a benevolent institution I dream to seek my stolen innocence close my eyes and dream of running escaping from all the painful nightmares in my dream I see all the faces of all my dead friends and peers on my flesh appears the names of all my dead and buried relatives and my innocence that was once sacred I don't usually speak of my dream fearing of things that is unseen the day my parents cautioned me from the aging wars of reality cutting the hands that feed me hoping the blood will lead me to the desert end of this Diary. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mtoto Wa Geti Kali Posted April 16, 2007 I humbly pay homage to the doggerel of BOB! Damn Cuz that was Dark. I hope many others could express themselves as eloquently as you. Godspeeed & Nuff Respect Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted April 17, 2007 Da Scarecrow, Thanks for the LOVE my brother...I'm truly humbled. Somali Man. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world but forfeit his beloved soul? Power and greed became our favourite obsession forcing our women and children with our oppression all we do is cause them a great deal of depression our cruelty gave them the wrong impression we should care and comfort them without a question we are clearly in the devil's possession we shouldn't be the ones doing their execution we preach about nothing but hatred and division we pass on the tribal disease to the next generation we never take the time to listen to their suggestion all we cause to our kind is death and destruction in the eyes of our kind we have a bad reputation we have a body & soul that's addicted to corruption we chose the devil's word over Allah's revelation today our sins are way past redemption murder and rape has become our ultimate passion Islamic teachings is no more part of our education our women don't trust us anymore because of our action it hurts to see my Somali people receiving donation we plotted the downfall of our beloved nation we destroyed our history and proud civilization we divided our once united Somali nation with that came sick lies and segregation despising and hating each other with passion in the day of khiyama Allah will want an explanation for what we did to our people has no justification Somali Man...Who gave you the right to destroy ALLAH’s creation? Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Kulmiye Posted May 1, 2007 Inspire by Your work, as I wrote this! I’ am what I say I am Wisdom with pen mixture saga in corral man with mind script Graze conflict in poetry Inside with erosion figure Attempting to reach the divine in me Hoping for unity across- the land of bleak Power of equality is the theme of what speak The will in me, couldn’t find a peace Because of what my eyes can see in my sleep in delusion as I "walk thru the valley of despair the shadows of wounded wisdom beneath the sea the graze of my nation Some expected bright views but the past night’s repeated showers",(Bob) Glory is never close to me Struggle is like a stream to me Gun-shots, kids scream across Webi Shabeelle A dry day, many struggle to find wet cream- The wealthy man walks around with a vest under his long-sleeved chemise, While mothers- and brood getting play by Ethiopian pullet machine In attempt to bring peace How can I make them realize hostility is not an answer for democracy? President Abdullah- Currency amend view- but I see the truth in you* how much you getting to see your own nation explode by a man next to you? Crocked old shoe I would spit on your grave, in their first attempt Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted May 3, 2007 Salam Aleikum W.W My Brother Kulmiye....I salute you as that was MASTERPIECE. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted May 3, 2007 Head in Hands: The sweat of my palms mix with the tears from my eyes the lines on my face appear to have seen many lives my mouth only opens to scream and let out cries I've died inside and all I can do is hide my hands are a hope, a shield the only real cloak I yield I don't feel healed, I feel soaked in blood, sealed in stains I feel no good and I'm hopeless and plain I wouldn't know shame except its the same as defeat and the only thing I know is my hands where I retreat I seek solitude in the shadows of deceit, I'm weak I'm unique in the presence of the freaks I sleep in the present but I've past too many weeks I'm deep, deep in the darkness my hands possess I close my eyes and reap heartlessly I progress into the marvelous depth of my paws I process the steps after I've left each of them in awe I float down the valley of the shadow of death which resides in my hands and I'm the only one left I've slept in this realm of loneliness so many nights but only since the happiness eroded into the light once there was a land at the height of laughter I was a master in this planned disaster at the tips of my fingers lived the cast of my past and many nights I collapsed into fast lives since relapsed now I'm left cowering where I laughed, where my dreams did stand now it seems its all forgotten since my head hit my hands. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
