Haseena Posted July 19, 2003 Pain is now part of our culture inside it eats :shattering our peace controlling our lives so that we may scream and howl so loud Pain is our mother by it we came from it we sent some kind of joy when transmitted to earthy life we felt at ease Pain is our need to appreciate feel good, we need it to transgress and abode our mental state Pain is our common bread what we try to avoid working for a better life we desperately close its door Pain could not be in my vocabulary now when seen my brothers sister and fathers mothers killing to get rid off it while I stay in this land having a blast Pain felt by my family the true Somalis left in that place trying to manage a default caused by their own people Pain striking once more comes at night to take the children and leave their bodies with only skin to shelter bones waiting for death to avail Pain Pain Pain is what’s left the question now should be, how can we fight it, beat it so our children may some day see our land as we saw it back in the days Pain I say no more Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
muslim sis Posted July 20, 2003 ascwrwb all of you i miss your poems.. ``` ```` i am simplistic when i bow to my beliefs yours are the mighty dollar that you live by you feel good when you can give a dollar or 2 to people on the other side of the world its easier than caring and helping the homeless man down in the streets cos what would the neighbours say oh he is filhty he stinks and he must be a thief since he is homeless no lets help the people in somalia its easier and it makes you feel better when you say your prayers and wonder what to eat for thanksgiving and for desert you cannot barely walk to the TV while you start zapping mindlessly and see the horrors on the screen Ricky and Jerry says its like this and when they say it,its like that Jay says that and CNN says thatr poor people you think while you donate anotehr mighty dollar to somalia while the homless man get stabbed by rich kids in BMW's they are bored and he is just homless anyways noone will miss him and they got something to brag about in school way over yonder a bleak sun try to get thru teh smog over LA and drug dealers Way over yonder the sun hits mercyless people with no water way over yonder the sunsee clear mountain and rivers float while the now dead homeless man is going to the place with the rivers and mountains and fresh air the kids in the BMW's are finding another one all this while you sit there disgesting the american way of life put in your face by the TV the mighty dollar makes spirit weak and dead Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sYric-STiPHuLLa Posted July 20, 2003 Sorrow and woe to he that man who forgot his deeds his leads misconstrued, his life one big mistake a lost soul grafting through endless misery, keeps it hidden but can never say good riddens to his blasphemy. Hold up mind check. Wreck less hereafter can't hide my soul for it's already been sold traded it to the devil for my wishes to come true my Mercedes hummers and Bentley’s traded memories to half truths and promised riches which evidently all left me in awe, raw is my anger inside going 95 in a one-Way street I came to a sudden halt and watched the traffic run by .I find myself in deep concentration a jolt of focus-ness I weep inside. Hide my feelings because of embarrassment, forgot my mothers endearment, and remembered life in refugee camps. Searching for exits in this wrong lane any ramps to steer me to safety. But can’t find none im all alone cannot find anybody to phone. My fate is closer to me than home now. Cannot go back I’ must continue in this alternate universe and learn to cope. My hopes are up and I’m calmer now more focused now I’m calmer now my eyes see through lies and I’m focused now. Thank you this is: H.O.M.E.G.R.O.W.N~*~B.R.E.E.D yah'LLL ~~ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted July 24, 2003 Yess,yess,Gimme some more plz, I feed of these words like Old Country Buffet.. Exquisite Expressionz.. Expected Extinctouis... Excellent Extentionz.. 1=Haseena excellent Job, On the pain Work..... Damn, made me actually step out of my self and see diffrent eyes that werent mines, Damn i give you million stars, to form you. 2=Tenacious_J, damn,lil_bruh, You good with your Didn't really think you can make your own older brotha Nodd his head..Thanx lil'bro... 3=Muslim_sista..Great job, on the Needy..To be giving makes the soul young and blessed...Great job on the poetry.... Overall..we're on roll..I think I'ma Convey the Admin To make this the Thread of the month.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sYric-STiPHuLLa Posted July 28, 2003 sins i bliss on sudden hiss of a snake on my tail too late to bail now, smoke the joint till u drop drops of tears, drops of blood. drop a lil here drop a lil there faint whispers in my head hinting my true destiny this slight fact helps me relenquish evil and its bevil' and rangeROVAH i'm easily forgetfull of yesterdays pasts sit and dwell while my present lasts. talk about the ills that perished our fast childhood back in somalia and describe it in past'tence while the same ills and issues desease our community to this day. oh lord ya'allah. man whats it all sum to, it all seems like childs play. i sink in deep thought ignorance and what it'brought. the simple fragrance of the heavens the one i've sought-after for-so long ..so hard to reach why am i stuck in this contsant rotundum of abscurity, sorted out in floors and 4 decks spanning out for miles. waiting for the awakening this is TEN_J and i'm HOmEgrOwN)BREED yaH"lll WUN Luv Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sYric-STiPHuLLa Posted July 28, 2003 whoa thats some nice poets lets put some substance in this a lil double personality the struggle btwn good'n'evil this is called the"THE BAD'THE GOOD AND THE UGLY" enter my demention this reflection of wonder years music blares on my stereo i rack up on the illest gear*hear me for i seek* the b*tches the ho*s the fame it's game ladder to the top sick n grimey flow like i'm bleek talk sweet to the honey's have a run down they panties sayin* je'ma appelle seek* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~````` but wait i'm the good guy, i'm not bad i DON'T reak perversion i'm not media a giant on the leap heap and ho' get up and go,i'm flimsy and sometimes emotional hide my woes, worry bout the waves on my head and not think about the life, souln'hardship that brought me here., this outside country this place i now call a temporary home, jive with popular culture, never worrying about the war about to rupture ...inside me .. the struggle between the good and the bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ forget this duke ya'll just been fluked. he just another p&*ssiWHIpped LAD. think he better cuzz he an under'GRAD. PLAYA pleaze ya'll want what i have. the cream of the crop, don't look for good,just waitin to bust my next nut,ladies call me rude i don't play u, i skim thru bytches they all see the glitter on the rims the riches in the seams of my pockets. i'm the high dolla figure that nicca wit the triple six digits don't care for the culture that*sh just old. aint prayed in over six years been to prison twice so don't ask why i'm bold summerize it up i'm bout the money power respect so phUKC THE bYtches next *** run up bound to cop her some stitches. i got mine cold so get'churs don't be no jealous player haters. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sYric-STiPHuLLa Posted July 28, 2003 whoa thats some nice poets lets put some substance in this a lil double personality the struggle btwn good'n'evil this is called the"THE BAD'THE GOOD AND THE UGLY" enter my demention this reflection of wonder years music blares on my stereo i rack up on the illest gear*hear me for i seek* the b*tches the ho*s the fame it's game ladder to the top sick n grimey flow like i'm bleek talk sweet to the honey's have a run down they panties sayin* je'ma appelle seek* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~````` but wait i'm the good guy, i'm not bad i DON'T reak perversion i'm not media a giant on the leap heap and ho' get up and go,i'm flimsy and sometimes emotional hide my woes, worry bout the waves on my head and not think about the life, souln'hardship that brought me here., this outside country this place i now call a temporary home, jive with popular culture, never worrying about the war about to rupture ...inside me .. the struggle between the good and the bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ forget this duke ya'll just been fluked. he just another p&*ssiWHIpped LAD. think he better cuzz he an under'GRAD. PLAYA pleaze ya'll want what i have. the cream of the crop, don't look for good,just waitin to bust my next nut,ladies call me rude i don't play u, i skim thru bytches they all see the glitter on the rims the riches in the seams of my pockets. i'm the high dolla figure that nicca wit the triple six digits don't care for the culture that*sh just old. aint prayed in over six years been to prison twice so don't ask why i'm bold summerize it up i'm bout the money power respect so phUKC THE bYtches next *** run up bound to cop her some stitches. i got mine cold so get'churs don't be no jealous player haters. thanks for reading this has been A presentation OF TEN_J and i'm HOMEGROWN BREED YAH'lll wun luv Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Akademik Posted January 13, 2004 WHY NOT!!!!! IT is vice verse to me to say, to you "why not". But verily i say to you "why not" go back. We are proclaiming the purety of oneness but, i don't see the collective society in us.Egoism and individualty so,polutated in plural ways in us. In one we make numbers of nation. A nation of beauty that shares the islamic privilegas, love and corelates with one mouth. Mistakes do happen but, lets not take our mistakes as burden. It is nature to commit one or many in life time as President,parents,teachers and etc.... We all do make mistakes so, "why not". Lies and memory, flash back of the minds that imitates the felsehood of the mankind, when the truth is heard it "OK" thier brians out. memories a bit sweet but, for some it's testless to spit out. Not have i seen the sun piking out from the north,nor will i see immigrants emigrating back to thier homeland not will ye, go back from memory and lies but, "why". Why itself creates confussion,if you look for it,find it,and hold onto it.But Veriy i say to you,"why not" and you will be still stuck with,"why". Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted January 15, 2004 Hey..Mr. Nice lines, Good vibes, Man with a Heart Listen to a brotha people...Cuz, Attention is needed when some got something to say Subliminal words and Crazy Metaphors just perfect, perfect..whew!! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
sYric-STiPHuLLa Posted January 29, 2004 killing them softly with these words killing them softly .."bum bumb bow" killing this post softlly .I REMINISE Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
