The global movement that would Could stretch the land to reach That universal sign takes to preach For he that preaches is a lunatic He calls on his brother, on his sister Lustre to shine and to share the mile While the tiles he lays mark the foundation As it is much more to life than files The model behaviour of the present age Have become words invisible under the page The cage to hold the spirit of the lunatic It is much more, much more than the prismatic The political writings, theologies, and reflections Can’t provide no answers nor realize the misconceptions The conception that leads a man to possession Sessions on the how to achieve the gratifications With roots of dry skin he preaches Wearing a smile as his boots Allowing the loot to take him To self-discovery, to the core, and back to the perch He raises its flag as the answer The cancer that ushers the question And shows him the way to passion Caution is left and lost with secrets He preaches walking blinded of its kind Mind takes a back seat as his captive While five he gets down on his knees And the positive in him crouches A solder life mentality he maintains As all it contains can drive a man mad Sad at a time of war with no saviours To pour the blood that sustains it He chose to use his heart instead of his head Pose for a direct hit to get the best While the rest stand to play the game And let the shame of it lament and tame A lunatic he may be But mama always said Love a man Who preaches love!

CONGRATULATIONS Amelia it is indeed a monumental achievement MASHALLAH...Now you have no excuse not swim in the seven seas and walk on the soil of the seven continents. Originally posted by Baashi: Sunrise...Iceland Mashallah Baashi this is a breath taking photo...The enormity of it all SUBHANALLAH...Being in nature is the best way to remember ALLAH and the beauty he has created...Thank you for sharing

By Antler Its not the full piece, just the part I loved...so hope you like it too. ...Torture the ocean till it talks, none of this surf-sound mumbo-jumbo Reduce to toothpicks the oldest biggest trees. Tame wildflowers and coat them with plastic and mount them on wire stems. Buy the water, buy the earth, buy the sky, sell the water, sell the earth, sell the sky Beat up the night 'cause it's black Spit at the sun 'cause it's yellow Massacre the dawn it's RED Chart how many ants you can kill Ambush waterfalls with machetes, mutilate them beyond recognition. Assaissinate the last condor in your spare time Assign hit-men to rub out hummingbirds while paring your nails Assign hit-men to rub out dolphins while paring your nails Step into your mile-long limousine Snort a thousand dollars and tell the chauffeur- "NEXT UNIVERSE, PLEASE"

A stroke of a pen The caress of keys Came the words held in letters And so the story began A jungle of broken pieces Laces that lead to beginnings Beginnings that lead to questions And a flicker to illumination Barely breathing on the train What would you do? What would you say? The pressure turns to sprain Logic screams at logic Sanity screams at time Age screams at before And things fall apart It is only desire to fathom To have known and lost Cost commands no flattery Whom has been set apart

Originally posted by Amelia: I just moved into a new house and my little computer has no desk yet.. this is why I cant write on SOL.. 'cause my elbows and back hurt from all the sitting on the floor! Will any1 be kind enough to point me in the direction of a good corner work station? p.s. Blue, feel free to tell me to take my ugly pic out of your beautiful thread. I Don't see an ugly pic... had you not told me the story behind it I would have interpreted as bare minimals, the cords as different passages to life, the monitor as the meeting point of those passages and the other components as what sustains it all...just one way of looking at it

Originally posted by Castro: Blue, I made a mistake. Here's the one with the message: Its an H the buildings make the two sides and the banner is the middle part...am I right?!?!

Originally posted by Castro: Sorry BlueEpocha. It seems you've abondoned this lot so I'm squatting. Lool Castro no need to apologize... I thought it was past and thus couldn't bring myself to bring it back...but I have people like you who haven't forgotten...and I'm glad you shared I've been trying to get people to show some of thier pics soo thank you for that too...and is H town Houston?....love the "Under 8 World Cup" pic and if you pay attention the numbers from 6 to 9 are visible in chronological order, a small detail I picked up on I'll post something real soon till then pls share EVERYONE

Glad you guys enjoyed it...even if the ozone layer left and mars is laughing at us we still got US and of course the australians are still alive WTF?!?! but they'll be dead soon....MUHA MUHA HA HA *cough* cough* HA HA

41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding, someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out. Well then...

So most of you said DEAR MAMMA fair enough, I won't disagree with that...but lets make it interesting say your Mother was not next to you but your worst enemy was....Would you SAVE your last breath or would you give it to them in the hope they will be better people for it???...I just wanted to see what people's reactions would be so do share won't you.

Hello Everyone This is by far my FAVOURITE flash clip, I love it...It makes me laugh every single time...But I'm Le Tired....and the Australians are still like WTF....and the Kangaroos....LOOOL LOVE IT. Enjoy THE END OF THE WORLD

Hello Everyone I wanted to share this mini movie with you...I dont know if it has been posted here, but nevertheless I would like to share it again....It is a pretty well done clip, although the information is no news it does drives the appetite of the conspiracy lover. So what are your thoughts on the war corporatism of America AKA The New American Century ? Remember Bush is merely the figure head. Enjoy What Barry Says

Simple question: If I gave you my last breath who would you give yours to? And Why?

The Beauty of Line ==================

I Behold You Another sleepless night Drained on what might Turmoil increases what is already tight It ripples in the depths of darkness in search of light A longing felt in the prickles of new heights She continues to heave the weight With every short coming that crosses her mind Instant satisfaction she achieves by a trigger in sight Bullet travels through Piercing one side of the skull Ripping the lower front part of the brain Before making that desired exit wound Although she has always reasoned with reason she let it slip out of fright Baby girl this is the kind of change to wrong right God has given you much, he expects much from you The sound grows louder and louder as the image becomes bright Like clockwork the hinges start to move Reason slips but only the instant before the push for the fight She is the product of the struggle that came before her out of delight Yet she has much to process and much to produce in slight Learn baby girl, learn to choose different and take flight Remember clarity will come at a cost Because the vulture will continue to bite And I Well I behold you as your knight

In a bus shelter In a bus shelter at keys of south Soothed by a slow soft humming of a melody Formulated in the head of an old man Who stood in front of me The world came to a slow motion In a bus shelter at keys of south Hushing my worries while softening like lotion For a speck in the cosmos was witnessing a moment He stood not knowing For the melody only existed in his head In a bus shelter at the keys of south Where barriers were broken I a stranger took comfort Where no one seems to measure up And disappointment fills cups In a bus shelter at keys of south

Raula MASHALLAH you write AMAZINGLY I love your use of language there is a sense of calmness of peace about it that slowly caresses the imagination, mashallah. Keep it coming, I am definitely looking forward to reading your next piece .

Yeah I am definitely a new Immortal fan, and I love the fact that he gets a reaction out of me that is beyond just having a good beat to jam to. It makes me wonder if the devil is really dancing with him cause he is just captivating with the imagery he paints, and there are few songs if none at all that I can say that about. Its just insanity, he achieves to give you a mixture of feelings that go hand in hand, and the shock element is just beatiful. Wordette you had said this is one of your all time favourite song what is it exactly that got to you?? and have either of you seen him life?? Dance With The Devil [Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to **** moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any mother****ing coward can sell drugs any ***** nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the mother****** up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a ***** to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the **** up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the *****, until he broken her jaw the dirty *******s knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever

Wordette it totally is bitter-sweet, I also like point of no return some powerful imagery there too. Yeah Q I cried too at the end and I was soo caught up in it that that I was hoping he wouldn't say what he would **SIGH** "The story ends without a sequel", the heartbreak. But the beautiful thing about this song is that it is saying yeah bad things happen n life n it is unfair but appreciate the wonderful moments you've had n dont ponder too much on the negative moments. Its the type of song that I can listen to when I'm feeling good and when I'm feeling depressed, all around its an amazing song n I'm glad you guys agree with me.

procrastination, doing anything but what I'm supposed to be doing. Yeah I'm getting to it really I am like right after this promise

In The Streets Of SOMALIA ========================== Just a lil further, just a lil further The streets are his playground... ...and theirs as well only they have big boy toys Shabelle river, the water has gone down here as you can see from the banks everyday activties are done by the dameer which makes for an excellent transportation for those who can't afford cars, plus doesn't he look adorable we had a mutual understanding there 1 million 500 hundred shillings equals 100 dollars american, talk about hyperinflation What can I say about JAAD other than it is the road to RUIN for our country n our children

LooL Femme you just reminded me of a line in one of my all time favorite movies, this exact question was asked: why do people choose to fall in love if it can be painful n the answer was because it feels F***ing great while it lastes!!!

Originally posted by Brown: But curious this Brownie Boy is, Say What if one is Mono Handed? LoooL, thats funny. Now for the existence of LOVE, I believe love exist, I don't believe its an endless happiness nor pain. I believe that it is about acceptance and consideration, knowing that someone other than your parents is willing to go to the ends of hell n back for you, truly listen to your desires and recognize things about you that you had no idea of, basically teach you something new about yourself both good and bad. I think love makes us passionate about something which in turn lets us know that we are living. Yeah I am very optimistic about love, and I believe things happen for a reason to lead us to the next step and this is my justification for why love is pain sometimes, and makes us anxious and confused just as much as it makes us delirious with happiness and gives us that constant natural high, lol. Whether your optimistic or pessimistic about love know that it is the greatest mistake you can make, if you see it as that but mostly consider it as a leap of faith. My two cents on the subject of love

A Canon PowerShot SD300. By the way if anyone wants to share some digital pics they have taken themselves that would be EXCELLENT. You can use this web page to host your pictures and just copy the address of the pic through properties n then paste here under image. Get creative it doesnt have to be about a trip you took but simply what surrounds you, I would love to see your camera eye view.

SOMALIA 2005 ============= To be a child in Somalia: A blessing n a curse. The sheer beauty of the sky and the open air, you can feel it in your lungs. What would Somalia be without livestock, the backbone of our society. Can you get any more fresh than that?!?! (Slaughtered cow being delievered to resturants 6 in the morning). Yeah not only do we have the longest coast in Africa but the most beautiful as well. Yeah its still standing. Number Afar with visibal scars yet intact. So how many of you can really say they have slept in a mutul?!?!