BOB Posted March 24, 2006 Wishful Heart: Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate scared of being an outcast, afraid of common fate today is built on tragedies which no one wants to face nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced tonight is filled with Rage, violence in the air children bred with ruthlessness for no one at home cares tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops knowing that my sanity content when I'm dropped but tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new build on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth tomorrow I wake with second wind because of hope I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive the darkness of the mind is my festering corruption it infects my soul like an endless seduction without interruption I touch your voice and thoughts i catch your visions before they are sought i fought off a breath you just exhaled knowing what its absorption truly entailed you ail me with such simple distractions without releasing even the slightest abstractions my attraction to you grows with every smile that glows from your wonderful being, so I write it in prose i compose these words to expose in testament a bird's song to your voice isn't a just sentiment commitment may be a fear embedded deep within your heart but lend it to me and I affirm mine won't ever depart. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted April 6, 2006 In The Mist Of Madness. Traveling on a train to an unknown destination chasing my fading ancient ancestral dream seeking the missing piece of the puzzle that's my history from the rocky mountains to the valley of the kings passing through the birth place of my queen mother stopping by to bid farewell to my happy childhood somebody please help me find my stolen destiny I travel on leaving a piece of my soul behind resting where many souls were laid to rest baring my soul to the grieving sand I walk on tongue battered by the foreign lingo I pray in wishing my confusion and dilemma a Godspeed a lost son on his way to a lost cause I became staring back at the face of defeat in his shadow once a native before the storm of divisions hit an innocent child caught up between feuding seasons forced to take a bow..out of fear and unending shame I travel on through the uncertainty with hope hoping to find a house I can one day turn it into a home I introduce my present pain to my past misery praying to restore my humanity in the mist of all these madness. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted April 10, 2006 The Mathematics Of Tears: Reality is layered within a code so many lies to truth's accent like the cracks in the open road covered with second grade cement lost in a dream of a thoughtless goal I find myself within a mighty void a feeble creature with no control before the world he is destroyed men walk lines that swerve in time as if destined by some outer force my eyes betray my mind's divine and hang me a convicted corps I walk without a path to follow aimlessly wandering a desert plain I dread the thought of the many tomorrows come the next day and then again am I truly born for shame? Oh my Somali people... has cursed future became my fate? for I took an apple from a tree and divulged in temptation’s bait a lesser man than any I have become my soul a prisoner's domain I gave a man my last two pennies he crushed my hopes in fair exchange there was a bird that was born to fly it soared above the open crowds i am a man, who was born to die now wrapped around a blackish shroud my mission was to walk with truth for he would set my burdens free but truth has left for better days after it threw away the only key. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted May 27, 2006 The Mathematics Of Tears: How can i live when my nation is on the brink of death? how can i call out when grief made me out of breath? how can i rejoice when demise is my peer's only choice? how can i find peace when my heart is torn into pieces? how can i dream big when i all i see are nightmares? how can i trust again when the one i trusted betrayed me? how can i sleep when all my eyes can do is weep? how can i ever love when my heart is full of hatred? how can i laugh when all i can hear is my mother's cries? how can i be happy when my people are consumed by sorrow? how can i not be lonely when i buried my last true friends? how can i smile when all my face is capable is frown? how can i adore the beautiful princess i raped brutally? how can i call myself a man when i killed my own woman? how can i be proud of myself when i sold my soul on cheap? how can i pray when i turned my back on the loving lord? how can i find joy in looting the wealth of the orphan? how can i expect fate to be kind to me when i've forsaken my faith? how can i expect Allah's mercy when i destroyed mercilessly? how can i speak when my cruelty left the angels speechless? how can i enjoy my meal when my whole nation is starving? how can i worship my creator with the blood of the innocent on my hands? how can i call myself a SOMALI when i watch them die of my bullets? how can i lead my people when i led them into the hands of their enemy? how can i salute the great flag i helped put down? how can i kiss the soil my greed allowed to be poisoned? how can i call SOMALIA home when i am its worst enemy? Damn you Warlords..for raping my dignity Damn you Gunmen..for making a refugee Damn you for murdering my innocence Damn you for shooting down my dreams Damn you for terrorising my hopes Damn you for looting my pride Damn you for spilling our blood. Dear God..please save my people. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted May 27, 2006 Speak: Speak to my Motherland; Tell her to pardon me if i failed to wipe away her tears ask her to forgive her offspring while laughing when she's crying. Speak to my soil; Tell it not to mourn the demise of her rose that's dying i greet the trees & the bees that feed us without any fees the seas,the rivers and the wheat nurturing our infant seed. Speak to the stars; Tell them not stop smiling over my forsaken Somali nation. Speak to the moon; Tell it to carry on shining through the dark clouds hanging over us. Speak to my tired head; Tell it to guide me to the land of brotherhood & wisdom. tell it to keep me humble & modest in these trying seasons. tell it to be kind and caring towards my own Somali kind. tell it to remind me of what it took for me to be born free. Speak to my hands; Tell them to reach out and touch only the good in me tell them to reach out and heal those infected & affected by the war. Speak to my feet; Tell them to carry me til i reach my final destination. Speak to my ears; Tell them to ignore not when my mother country calls tell them to listen to the news the wind brought from home Speak to my fellow country men; Tell them to STOP shooting at me please STOP the violence and let's fight against poverty & ignorance. Shout at my Somali people; Tell them we are all equal in almighty's eyes tell them we are all brothers & sisters by blood & birth tell them to cease the hatred and the blood bath beg them to ease my pain and release my spirit by letting one another LOVE & LIVE in peace. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
raula Posted June 7, 2006 BOB-mansha-allah! Your flow is eloquent, capturing and contemporary on issue at hand. Well done. "from your wonderful being, so I write it in prose i compose these words to expose in testament a bird's song to your voice isn't a just sentiment commitment may be a fear embedded deep within your heart but lend it to me and I affirm mine won't ever depart." from wishful heart piece. waswahili hunena: maneno mena hutoa nyoka pangoni sivyo. walalo wacha kututia mapenzi ya hovyo hovyo ana ni dont believe the hype eh. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Kulmiye Posted June 9, 2006 Poetry Masterpiece, that's all I can say! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted June 24, 2006 Waryaa Raula junga bibi casikusikiye ama atatuba vitizangu kwa cinje..mimi xabana taka fita..xuku wanawake wakona XAKI KUBUWA siyo kama xuko kwetu ISIOLO na RIFT VALLEY..unaona... That's what i call kiswahili ya Sergeant Waryaa Style ... Good to hear from you..as always. Brother Kulmiye..Appreciate it. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted June 24, 2006 Angels Of Innocence. She was born on the season before the flat lands wept. before fate was awaken while the devil peacefully slept. when profanity clampered unto seduction's breast. before power devoured and night fall offered nothing but terror. shuffled on hush voices and shaded by history fence. today her tongue is captive and her skin sings her souls's sad songs. she's the colour of fresh bread and the winter's leaf. the colour of memories burned and the colour of misdeed. the colour of innocence stolen and her pride that's broken. the colour of secrets spoken as the pale token. when she sings its the song on her silenced tongue. the words of the SOMALI heart beating in her chest. when she sings its for the love of the life she can't touch. the path she can't follow without footsteps of regret. she sings for what she can't remember but her body wont let her forget. she sings for the sold SOMALI dignity and the abducted legacy. she sings of sadness because she has nothing else left. the child living in me yearns for her motherly LOVE and wisdmom. i write in the honour of the love i was blessed upon by you. will you still be alive when history changes its gear? when patience pays its dues to each & every SOMALI hooyo. when the tatters of all the broken homes are pieced togther. is there a place for fear when the past becomes a commodity? when we bargain ourselves out of poverty and gain our liberty. when the pretty young SOMALI females of this new today. hold the blueprint of what those of yesterday began to build. heels clicking hair perfect..back straight, voice deep. brightening the SOMALI horizon with her GOD GIVEN grace. without a hint of the fear that terrorised her PALACE. knowing how she struggled to stay alive with no bridges in between. your cries that curl the straight edges of history haunt me. you look at your motherly heart with eyes blaring at full blast. dreaming of the bridges we could build that promised of hope. written by the pretty SOMALI girls wearing crowns of change. I CURSE those men among us who cause you nothing but pain. i seek your essence for the good of my own existance. i lay down my manly foundation by aknowledging your importance. with no language to paint this colour of sadness you wear. I PRAY this may never be the love you experience in my hands. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted July 22, 2006 Memoirs Of A Muslimah: She's an ancient spirit molded into a modern being giving her legacy a new face with the scripture of reason she's the divine link between yesteryear's trend and the new season she's the pride of her all kind soothing my foreign mind she's all mankind' hope that floats without a hint of flaws diamonds dangling from her dancing hands decorated with hennah her face glowing from the ablution and heart pulsing with iman flowing silky fabric covering world unto herself many a men depart from this lonely life without ever knowing the paradise she hides beyond her golden barriers rivers of wisdom flow beneath her crown of Burqa idle minds ask to know what remains when you take it off the weight of lustful stares of strength of islam she remains sacred best described as pious she is a home maker, the righteous men's joyous lovemaker she's beautiful beyond modesty and a pillar of her belief she can't touched by grief for in her faith she always finds relief foes find hard to battle against the roots where she begins in almighty's will the sand she travels on becomes her guide her legend plastered on the history walls at the far end of her dream for she's answerable to no man but a higherbeing in ALLAH (s.w). Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted July 22, 2006 The Bond Of Fellowship: He stands accused of being a faceless freind stranger with a familiar feature and a distant tone a trick he was meant to master by fate's grace skills honed on the blank pages of aspiration many sleepless nights his watering eyes endured tossed & turned fighting to lay his words to sleep thoughts over powering and out running his mind restless almost senseless he got but God forbid never careless beating his chest..biting his lips with anticipation fighting to vomit the pain he failed to spill out hid his frustration behind the thin lines of his chosen path between defeat & dignity, ego & pride he battled wishful mind on a mission to conquer his fearful fantasy through imagination he finally found his inspiration held his head high and unleashed his under-fire ambition took his first step toward his impatient destiny under the winking stars he began to translate his dreams blessed to turn thoughts into waves of wishful words humbled by the might of the pen he shares his pain with to enlighten his homeless soul is what he always aimed for to expand his horizon with spoken word became his goal to remain loyal till destiny does them apart is his written vows grateful to almighty for the rewards his faith brought for him alone he praised and with him he's fulfilled. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
raula Posted July 23, 2006 mzee BOB..hiyo lugha jamani inafanya tumbo inisokote..walalo..yaani its so mpaka inashtua jo. N'wayz good to know i can still hear Sgt.Waryaa. As always FANTASTICO "she's beautiful beyond modesty and a pillar of her belief she can't touched by grief for in her faith she always finds relief" .......if all of us had such immense IMAN like she..life would have been more easier. Alxamdulilah for now. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CATNAT Posted August 7, 2006 WOW! BOB I really love your stuff, very impressive, and full of deep emotions just wow.. :eek: Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted August 19, 2006 I seek the incarnation towards my once greatness confined in its half formed & misshapen socks the gentle breeze of hope inside of me burns with sadness clouds of ashes fall unto my grieving nation with shame my virgin conscience hides behind the burned walls of blame these are the hours when the silenced souls are freed debts of emptiness are paid with pain and visions made our destiny is crafted by this physical & fast moving train every storm brings new burden and every thunder new fear we are fashioned by the balance between Love & hate when the gentle breeze calls to their knees they will fall blinded, bitter and mournfully insane before us when the relentless wind of change blows to their knees they will fall in submission to position the daggers of their disgrace in the days when we were innocent infants we knew the price of life was paid from birth the air was cleared when minds met,met hearts,met souls divine standard of excellency at expression of worth if I’m better than the next man,in my truest heart I’m worse in a world stripped of materials all that’s left is work the footprints on the pavement of the possibility is LOVE the harnessing of the heaven promised to us is PEACE even death offers no solution to those who live in illusion. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
