Asalaama calaykum and ramadan mubarak to all. You may start when you are ready nur.

Maasha ALLAH indeed,thanks for sharing bro. This definately is a month of clemency, a month of mercy that was sent down to mankind as purification of our souls,our hearts and our minds ,and as a continuous training to srengthen our iman. May ALLAH accept our prayers and give us more iman. Ameen.

Awoken dreams, invaded thoughts Lost loved ones, brought forth Fantasy places, created in mind Unwalked plains travelled inside. Forests of memories explored Leaves blown, each memory falls Unlocked secrets, scattered on floor Hidden truths given to the beholder. Scattered colours formed to one Now stood beauty, true lost love Trapped in this world till dawn Waiting sunlight to break through these walls. Wanting escape to real not fake Haunted by the faces of past Covered in fear from pain once had Brought back by the memories. Sunlight dissolves the world dreamt Colours fade to dust, finally escaped Ready to face another real day.

Deadly vision thats impresive stuff,very deep. keep it coming , in the meenwhile!!!!!! Where I hurt, I grow. Where I hurt, I learn. Where I hurt, I atone. Where I hurt, I am alive. If I could know why I hurt, and go back enough in time, I would uncause it, and yet I know that now is too late. But now is back in time for later, so I need to learn all I can of the living ethics and physics to avoid future pain. I search for the Book of Ethics and find it in other people's eyes. I struggle with force and matter and find it all gentling with love. Where I learned, let me teach. Where I suffered, let me heal. Where I took, let me give. Where I stumbled, let me warn.

As I look back on my life I find myself wondering..... Did I remember to thank you for all that you have done for me? For all of the times you were by my side to help me celebrate my successes and accept my defeats? Or for teaching me the value of hard work, good judgement, courage, and honesty? I wonder if I've ever thanked you for the simple things... The laughter, smiles, and quiet times we've shared? If I have forgotten to express my gratitude For any of these things, I am thanking you now.... and I am hoping that you've known all along, how very much you are loved and appreciated. The key to heaven...My mother. RAMADAN MUBARAK ALL

My Mental Escalations ... My vernacular spasms Come sporadically circumspect Ejecting what my thoughts are electing Injecting when you’re least expecting Ovations spurring mind elations Like a reflex come annotations With no interpretations Attempted dictations forming mystifications My words bless paper in way’s unimagined So as my pen leaks with fashion Observe my fervor Always enthralling my passion. I transmit what my mind permit’s not to omit We’re blessed as a people So coherent and articulate The flow’s contagious With each and every word We elect to exhibit. So it makes me smile As we unify Amalgamate Participate Partake Emancipate Elevate Facilitate Uplift and initiate Optimistic rhymes that Elate and satiate.

Fasinated with death Yet they are afraid to die. Their t-shirts read: NO FEAR But they lie. Cuz when it rains And thunders, Oh how their hearts Shunder. They cover their heads While laying in bed. Then pray to God That they're not struck dead. The storm is past, They forget about Him. And again they will say, There is no fear in them.

I like this one SUPAFLY. It raps up relationships in a nutshell. Very well expressed; The feel is real. Keep it coming.

i've experienced laughter and i've survived plenty pains i've learned to persisted through struggles and gained strength from the strain i've had friends come and go everyone saw when i was happy, but no one knew when I cried some dreams have come true, and i've lived through some nightmares i press on with great confindence, though deep down i'm scared I think that i'm saved, but i get confused when i sin it's very discouraging having to start all over again but through all the things that life throws at me i often ask myself why god thinks I'm so worthy how could God who expects only the best think enough of me to bless me with tests test that show how far along i've come tests that show there is more work to be done trials that break down every pillar of pride humbly i accept that He'll never leave my side for every friend that leaves when the going gets rough i find solice in knowing my God is enough for every tear that i've cried, i've made 10 people smile that gives me comfort and makes it all worth the while when i'm at my weakest and i can't do anything else ALLAH is waiting to be petitioned for help i've learned through it all, that trials can't break me down they are just tests i must pass if I want to earn my crown try not to worry when stress takes all the precedence you have the awesome assingnment of being God's divine instrument you must illustrate to others and reafirm to yourself that God will never leave you, He's an everpresent help keep this in mind next time you say "Why me" be glad that God chose you to show off his glory.

we be comin up shout'n pages strong poetic songs of things gone wrong and when a poet takes a hit when the theme song shifts that's when anotha poet jumps in then began to blend a new poets song ever so strong we be comin up shout'n in just small rifts of some old **** that fits into the last rhyme bring'n it right on time from the top of a poet's mind short of long the song stays ever so strong we be comin up shout'n short paragraphs and notes haiku type vibes with short pen strokes and folks come from sites around to read the life we lead here in sol cause we be bad 2 da bone and the song stays ever so strong we be comin up shout'n in 1000's of hits sharin love and pain bit by bit there be no slip of pen to befriend our peeps be kin others come round our way sigh or say heeeeeey Much love to the family of poets here in SOL . I'm very proud to say that we all clique together and not apart!

Through the Poet’s ink many stories are told Through the Poet’s ink mysteries of the mind unfold Through the Poet’s ink one can share their soul Exposing the soul is no easy task The Poet out there, all alone Hands tied behind their back There is no mask Therefore, so unlike a Poet to inquire of another Meddling in personal affairs Discussing a Poet’s work undercover The art is free, a gift from above Should it really matter If the poet chooses To write of war To write of love? Does the art mean more? Does the art mean less? A Poet writes They do not confess Interpretation is left to the reader The poet glad to be rid of the emotion attached Unbecoming is another Poet Playing mix and match Poets are like babies and old folks Sometime very hard to figure out Sad should they live and die by their work I don’t believe that’s what poetry is about Poets choose to share their soul By what is written publicly with their soul’s private ink It’s the words born in a Poet’s heart Not necessarily what a Poet thinks

NUMBER 6 IS FOR CERTAINTY THE SPRING FLIGHT OF SOUL ACROSS THE EVENING SUN SANCTUARY IN THE ARMS OF LOVE THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION IN ABSOLUTE FORM LOST JOURNEY NOW BEGUN AWAKEN UPON THE DEW THE MIST IN SORROW AND PERFECT SOLITUDE BRING FORTH IN WAVES VISION OF TRUTH SERENITY THE ENDLESS DIVINITY A SYMMETRIC SOUL ACROSS A THOUSAND SEAS EXISTENCE SO FERTILE IN THE WOMB OF TIME THE INCALCULABLE IMMANENCE OF INFINITY THE OMINPOTENCE OF VERACITY SEEMS WIDE AND SLOPING SLIPPING FORWARD FALLING DOWNWARD SWIRLING FAST SO COMPLEX IN SIMPLICITY IN THE IDEALS OF FORM I HAVE IT SAFE AND CALM IN THE CALCULUS OF REASON

Thats a good one,i cant stop laughing about that article . My favorite part. Shortly after their wedding, the couple established a two-bedroom breeder reactor in Seattle, where they produced four children. veeeeery nice. It should definately be in the joke section.

I am realy dissapointed to see a fellow nomad(you are a nomad ,right?) brainwashed to such an extent that he is actually advocating and wishing death and badwill towards fellow muslims. QUOTE from p t Terror should not be the ultimate weapon for the Palestinians. Check the word terror in the dictionary and then tell me who is the terrorist. Which planet are you living on :mad: :mad: Dear p t the diferance between us humans and the animals is that we humans have the abillity to reason . If we lose that abillity we are no different from the animals.

Pall talk do you realy believe what you wrote,that israel who has killed so many muslims and continues to do so ,who illegaly occupys land which belongs to syria ,who has no respect for international law what so ever , can go and bomb any country it feels like without any justification eccept for a recorded mickey mouse tape,or did you write that stuff as a stunt to see what reactions you will get.

ALLAH YARXAMAK. Ilaahay samar iyo iiman ha kaa siiyo. May ALLAH grant acces to JANNAT AL FARDOWSA for youre father. I am sure you are a strong person and i pray that ALLAH give you even more srength and focus to go through this testing period.

I The Words Of Thy Ancestors, I The Words Of Thy Ancestors, Summoned by the spirits of thy ancestors. Of those who have entered the rights of passage. I shall continue, to Carry the torch. Those who have come and gone. The lights that will never Burn out. The voices cry from the womb, there are no greater weapons, than mercy and hope, there is only one peace, and love first to thy almighty, and secondly to thy land and people, Primordial wisdom and truce. Through the tabernacle of strength, shall render the capacity, Of knowledge , wisdom and Understanding. Truth to self, the memories, legacy, self sacrifice, to thy land and people. Let thy wisdom sing as a wave of a rock. Shall ring the bells of deliverance. Resistance assimilations of the universe. Genocide by its own right hands. The mission upon the land of the lost. Death by rotten roots. Life is death within the spoken tongue, all things Band together and all shall connect. I am not dead the voices cry beyond the womb. See the spirits of creations, Through birth, visualizations of creations, Through a microscope the dead is not dead, Death is life and life is death. The truth is in the fires of man. Breath of thy ancestors tree. I the resurrection of life. The seed you sow Is the seed you know Actions speak louder than words. It is not what you say But what you do. Is what I see in you So listen my people The time is now to raise your voices. The time is now to make your choices. The time is now to speak the truth. The time is now to offer reproof. The time is now to make your peace. The time is now to beg for release. The time is now to be who you are. The time is now to be a Star. The time is now to fight the fight. The time is now for Souls of Light.

Shelter's protection, I long for from the coming of tomorrow's rain. My life is imprisoned by gripping anguish, exclamated by crippling inner pain. Cold and shivering, I am trapped under the weight of its torrential downpour. I am soaked, drenched. I cannot breathe. I'll drown here like this, if I do not discover something, anything, more. I watch in horror as the second hand tells me today is about to turn into another tomorrow. I seek undetection in the depths of opaque shadows I cling to my faith and hope I find peace hidden in its deepest folds. If I achieve this, perhaps, I'll avoid the dreadful coming of tomorrow's rain. ____________________________

WW3 Mankind makes history Pain and the misery But seriously WW3 completes the trilogy Proton, neutron, electron completes the atom In a 360 degree rotation like the rings of Saturn History repeats itself - it’s all a pattern You can write it in somalian, Chinese, Arabic, English or Latin The signs are all there so are you mentaly and phisicaly ready to defend whats yours,or are you waiting for the coffin that says trully yours. The prophecy Da hypocrisy The dishonesty Da monstrosity The surreal Da overkill The mass appeal Da unreal Proceed with caution Epic proportions Venomous poison Atlantic to Pacific Nothing specific Just that the script – just got flip-did Don’t you get-id

Very moving, nice one lucky.

Thanks i am glad you enjoyed it , it was a little sumin to pass the time.

Youre right tj and s 6er this aint nothing serious,just a bit a fun . so why you all getting worked up. S 6er i thought it was tj who started this thread so whats that ^^^^^^ all about,besides i thought you guys wanted a batle,so am i going crazy or is someone singing in aden. Any ways. i'm readin all your rhymes and i figure you all need to take a rest/ what the f*ck did u all ingest/ the battles are weak and need to be tweaked if u need some help then im the tutor u seek/ all y'all should give up like a handicap sprinter/ cuz with my rhymes im winnin the fu*kin' pulitzer/ like you're doin the hokey pokey, take one step back/ and just focus while i rhyme and u learn what u lack/ u can learn by watchin an expert at work/ and this is my nine-to-five, so watch me lurk/ s 6er and t j u need to recognise ur nothin in my eyes, im a beat you so much the, dead will hear ur crys, boys your flows are un-fit, your wack *** is $hit, your are boys in a mans game trying to make a name, but your style is off key and ur rhymes are lame, so im a test ur brain, its time to make a claim, im gonna eat u up and spit u out, ur un- original asses leaves a cheap taste in the mouth, haters like u doubt a cats flow, so lets see what u got tricks im ready to go, your just rookies longing to be pros, but ya gotta have talent in this game ,didnt you know? every verse i bust is completely un -rehearsed, when im finished with you you'll be leavin in a hurst./

I have found you among the texts (but not the textures) of your life, in the library of your cunning, where the abstracts of forty papers open, one by one, like small windows partly sealed by terminology's lacquer. They reveal you both aloof and enthralled, a restless mind of intersecting planes. How can I resist the paper "Artist and Analyst"? Yet I do, thinking it best to stay within the frame we've chosen, using the palette we invent, creating a mosaic in motion. Whenever I set a shard in place, the mosaic evolves, blurs a moment, then a new scene refines, throwing past into relief, drawing present into mind. So I will sacrifice my yen to know the what and whim of you. Though my curiosity is swelling like a Magellanic Cloud filled with a luminous starfield of questions, I'll sacrifice them on the altar of our ineffable cause. A padded altar. A cause quilted with passion, and insight whose razors cut clean as thrill. A sacrifice intoxicating as any pill.

Let me start by saying Yarxamaka ALLAAH to this brother and all the other muslim brothers and sisters who have died in iraq. QUOTE FROM BBC. At least one person has been killed and two others wounded after a bomb exploded in a hotel complex housing foreign journalists in the centre of the Iraqi capital, Baghdad. The explosion occurred in the Aike hotel, where US television network NBC has offices. Iraqi police said a bomb had been placed in a hut that housed the hotel generator. It is the first time Western media in Iraq has been specifically targeted in the conflict. Crater The blast happened at 0655 local time (0355 GMT), killing a Somali security guard, according to reports from the scene. If it was a big bomb it would have destroyed the whole building Lt Col Salman Kareem, Iraqi police About a dozen NBC staff were inside the building at the time, Associated Press news agency reported. Canadian soundman David Moodie was hurt by flying glass. ""I was awake," he said, "A chest of drawers in the room fell on me. I sleep in the room immediately above the generator, so I guess I was lucky." One correspondent said the bomb left a crater in the side of the building, but Iraqi police Lieutenant Colonel Salman Kareem said damage was minimal. "It was a small bomb, because if it was a big bomb it would have destroyed the whole building." The blast came a day after an explosion ripped through a cinema in the northern Iraqi city of Mosul, killing two people and injuring up to 20 others. Another bomb attack on the same day destroyed two commuter buses in central Baghdad, killing one Iraqi and injuring 22 others. Safety fears The BBC's Jill McGivering, who is in the Iraqi capital, says the latest attack is likely to heighten the concerns of Western journalists in Iraq about their safety. The attack, she says, is also the latest sign of an apparent change of tactics among those hostile to the coalition and determined to use violence to undermine its authority. As well as targeting coalition troops, they are now also increasingly choosing non-military targets for attack, our correspondent says. Last month, a massive bomb at the United Nations headquarters building killed 22 people, including the head of mission. The badly damaged UN building was again targeted this week in a second bombing, causing UN officials to review their presence in the country.

Quit already ? Just as i thought . youre both lucky becouse i dont hit anyone while theyre down, so do whats good for you and stay down.