Man is nothing but a reflection of all his deeds If that is the case man is not free but shackled He is not an Idealist he is a realist He can determine his course but never follow it A contradiction within himself he can never resolve A question of his moral he can never dissolve All his action are rehearsed his inner cracks start to grow weeds He struggles to freeze his brain follow his lust but it never quits And when the moral thread is broken, off go all the beads But when man is pushed into the abyss of his moral code he evolves He realizes his moral code is not his wants but his needs That when the confusion drifts finally the puzzle fits That’s when man realizes the reality of his situation the honesty of his greed The purity of all his wrongs that man is nothing but bits of his deeds good and bad.

"habba sawda" and weed= deadly combination.

To be young and free. Is a joy that all must regret to have felt. It is a being, hated and loved. Lost, as a treasure never to be found. It is a form of commodity that only serves to discourage. It is blind wondering in a vast world. To be young and free. Is a second of one’s life time. To be looked at with envy and greed. Protected by its murderers weapon. It is a victim that never existed. A crime that is just by any law. A taboo that must never be enjoyed.

Burnt homes, corpses and ash. To kill ones heart through pillage and rape. Surrender the soul through acts of UN-speak able hate. As we tie a nuce around our heads and jump in the deep end as societies bait. Shackled by memories of loved ones deaths we slowly open with our hate filled hands hells front gate. Striped of humanity our next kill is not one of moral debate. Just another poor soul consumed and made a joke of by fate. He looks deep into his murderer’s eyes and declares I understand your hate. For the first time a killer finds himself released from his enslaved state. As the seeds of hate find themselves in the heart of the others soul mate. As love becomes the force behind her hate she slowly suffocates. Twisting in the cold of a widow’s bed she becomes completely irate. Hungry for blood she is no longer a widow but an Executioner. Staring from the nozzle of his gun a killer understands his fate. As a widow decides whether to forgive or forever continue the cycle of hate.

that was a good poem. to have such beautiful memories of ones country is priceless. hope to see it for the firt time in the upcoming years.

I couldn't find a better way to waste minutes of my life well done .

the title of the subject and the contents dont match in my point of view as far as journalistic ethics is involved the united states has non they just cling to the tv and accept without question everything that the nightly news station broadcasts the citizens are in a constant state of brain wash. I honestly think somalia would be a safe country if there was more tv stations.it would suck all the Individualismfrom the citizens making them more easy to control do we want to live like taht is a whole new question. http://z.about.com/d /politicalhumor/1/0/ 0/c/bush_sheep.jpg

what a poem is all i can say

I would say being a lawyer is not again muslim law but then again anyone can say that if being a lawyer is your career path take it just be sure o know when you are going againts ur moral taht in itself is the best way to practice law and your religion.

just another politician making a name for himselfin a war torn nation when will we ever learn

Im afraid you misread the concept of the poem I would explain the reasoning behind it but where is the fun in that

upon my death what will I leave for those I have left?. Poems of hate towards my past and present regrets. Goal set but never reached, not but a streak in history. A shooting star only to be thought of as it scars the night sky. Be remembered in tails of glory and the occasional childhood story. To ruin the mood of laughter, the cause of a loved ones cry. Upon my death what will I leave for the rest?. A name un-heard off ,under a face un-known. Lost in a conversation gossip of the day, a minute of another’s life. Not good enough reason to answer the phone. The usually “he was a good man” speech to the wife. As new kings line up to take my cold un-touched throne. Upon my death what will I leave for the earth?. Action postponed by life, a question of worth. One less mouth, one less solution and/or problem. A fertilizer of green for the eyes ,a grave yard gardener. Memories of soil since days of youth, the blanket of my birth. If I don’t live the night that above is my will.

We wake up to live life, die to end, Sin to enjoy it, repent to the mass so as to blend. Love only to seek self worth based on other standards. Cry in hopes of healing deep wounds. Laugh in hopes of healing the day’s scars. Hate because we feel if we do we win the fight. Shout in anger happiness surprise and horror. Faint of un-expectancies beyond our comprehension. Morn our deaths in others funerals. Comfort with words of wisdom passed on by generations. Lie through our teeth because we are human. Remember religion only in times of pain. Seek Devine intervention for matters of personal interest. Cheat when interest is missing but not lost. Beg when our pride is over shadowed by our needs. Regret what we have done but never what we are doing. Think when we are at the end of our ropes. Teach knowledge as a means of living after death. Entertain the masses so as to be entertained by them. Write to share thoughts, kill time or just for applauds. Have children in hopes of regaining lost youth. Lead in hopes of recognition wealth or power. Starve when there is nothing but hope. Hope when there is nothing but death.

its funny how people pride themselfs on strong roots, everyone is trying to be earth freindly and live in the wild, I know more then a couple of people that would switch place with us nature lovers in a heart beat. PS its seems more and more somali people are marrying out of their ethnicity, I think thats a great Idea we need more open minded people, because when the mother is one qabil and the father is another the kids are bound to pick up on it.

ive been asked this questin alot since the begining of summer and I have given the same answer again and again yes I have.this is not because I have actualy seen the movie its more of an assumed fact that comes from living in a society for a given time, and developing and loosing taste in aspects of it(the law of deminishing marginal utility)more or les, plus its hard to find that sense of first time watching it, most movies are a reflecttion on ones society and the US box office hits have become more and more simplistic, like recently I paid close to 20 dolars to see a movie half way through I found that I was predicting the next twist in the plot, sure enough I found that I was just a bit of in detail but other wise I had predicted everyone plot in the movie, needles to say I was disapointed, at the end of the movie came the dreadful question which was your favorite part which i replied with "the ending was so un-predictabl". I went home twent dolars short, a big ego and a sense of failure. mybe the next one will be better?.

bob you never ceas to amaze me, am trying to minimize the amounts of poems I write but you have inspired. love poems are not for me, but there are many more beautiful thing in the world.

in my short life I have read many peoms and have writen many but I have never been so inspired by any the way that this poem has inspired me. I do not see myself as a great poet or a critic but I must say with honesty that this is the true meaning of poetry. http://www.youtube.c om/watch?v=nWA48D4CW xk

Altruism By Molly Peacock What if we got outside ourselves and there really was an outside out there, not just our insides turned inside out? What if there really were a you beyond me, not just the waves off my own fire, like those waves off the backyard grill you can see the next yard through, though not well—just enough to know that off to the right belongs to someone else, not you. What if, when we said I love you, there were a you to love as there is a yard beyond to walk past the grill and get to? To endure the endless walk through the self, knowing through a bond that has no basis (for ourselves are all we know) is altruism: not giving, but coming to know someone is there through the wavy vision of the self’s heat, love become a decision.

though I was born and raised somali I have found it hard to keep my cultur in check grew up in kenya so i know swahili how to read and write that is but not how to read or write somali so am going to start soon, hope fully I wont butcher it too much, be kind with your comment. khoaf qaste meel uu kabilaawa does that sound right?

as expected, if I were pitching that scheme SOL would be the last place I would be doing it. I was just hoping to see if we changed our thinking and undertood what was happening in the wolrd today, I gues we have a way to go. YD - stay away from the keyboard before i report you to GD I would actualy like to see wht he would say

every one knows meca muslims make it their wish in life to visit it oneday,but looking at the people who profit off their good intentions got me thinking why dont we boycot meca.? we all know the saudi royal family careslessabout muslims around the world then most americans yet they profit from, yes I know it one of the pillars of islam to go to haj but realy think for a second would you go to hell if you didnt, isnt it optional or does my religious know how need refreshment. ?

paragon I take offence to that as a newbie

marx you have a chieved nothing from your grand speech, just repeated vocabulary and observations that do nothing more then state the obvious, of your whole speech. I will give you this much it was a good read, I cant wait for the next one.

very true my freind in this modern age truth is an agony and a sin to those who seek it. ignorance leads to temperory bliss, thats why our fathers will always regret not doing anything then.and our children will never forgive us for letting it happen now. my heart bleeds for you palestine. may you rest in peace, because we may never make it in time just like our forefathers we will always regret it.