BOB Posted August 28, 2007 Traces From A Fan: She said She wanted to trace the footprints of this stranger through my spoken word displayed her admiration for my lyrical insight her soul lighted by the eminent mind's switch which determines the voltage of my speaking leaking through my lip's script flips me from my tip rip into my sense of hearing and feeling steering knowledge in forms of bliss crisp sounds of her polite and soft speech reach the cement on which my mind treads heads for the bed of my thoughts and secrets she says finesse is seeping through my lyrics words couldn't permanently stain their merit inherit my views, read my news and get my clues fused into a track of emotions like blues lose yourself in the verses and phrases of this stranger through his wordplay spare me an empty page with in your heart I shall use my thoughts to brighten up your days set your soul free with the ink that seep from my pen trust my pen of joy to bring calmness after the storm. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RedSea Posted August 30, 2007 wow knowledge and talent being let loose. I am very impressed. very moving poems and well done sxb. Thank you very much Bob. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted September 10, 2007 Salam Aleikum W.W Waar ninyahow maxaad iigu soo sheegi weyday inaad imaaneyso? shaah iyo alaabo kale ayaan kuu diyaarin lahaa... My brother...Thanks for the love iyo ammaanta aad i ammaantay. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted September 10, 2007 I first wanted to post this a follow up to my exceptionally talented brother from another mother Paragon's ( Let Me Go On My Own) but as you can see after few lines I had to throw in the towel as I miserably failed to keep up with him. Old Boy...Garissa has a worthy Chief in you indeed and THANKS for the inspiration. I stand on my own with this soul I don't own blown and thrown by the gust of uncertainty I hail from the ancient land that love disowned co-owned by my hardened destiny & shattered fate mend this violated heart if you've got a hand to lend blend in with times I shall try with no thought to spend smile became a commodity only few could accommodate sorrow became my remedy before the distant tomorrow truth be told honesty is sold openly like my Hooyo's gold molded into this blatant lies that I am forced to hold they denied me my victory by abducting your liberty may the new dawn bring a wind of change to my kind may Allah's last revelation be my kind's sole guide may the ink of wisdom rebuild our long lost kingdom may my soulful blues be my kind's clues to keep may the darkness of the night evolve into a bright day light may my innocent blood be the last of my kind to be shed may my Somali sisters remain wed without a grief may the sadness of my Somali mothers' be brief may our children's tears be replaced with joyful laughter may our haunting fears recede & diminish before our souls may kindness replace my brother's mindless grudges for without you I will forever be on my own. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Buuxo Posted September 10, 2007 mashalllah , amiin to that, it brought tears to my eyes. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted September 11, 2007 Salam Aleikum W.W My dearest sister Buuxo...good to know you're still around...Ramadaan Kariim. Salam Aleikum W.W Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted September 11, 2007 The Diary of BOB: The sand of my motherland swallows the blood of my peers while shedding painful tears I carry my grief deep with inside me behind my fragile baby flesh and beyond my jaded adult eyes the pain & sorrow relate to each other never been a child nor seen a childhood the noisy lullaby of the bullets flying by kept me awake all-night I dream of my long lost innocence streets tempt you to lead a Godless life reality is far from a benevolent institution I dream to seek my stolen dignity & pride close my eyes and dream of running escaping from all the painful nightmares in my dream I see all the faces of all my dead friends and peers on my flesh appears the names of all my dead and buried relatives my innocence that was once sacred i don’t usually speak of my dream fearing of things that is unseen the day my parents cautioned me from the aging wars of reality cutting the hands that feed me hoping the blood will lead me to the desert end of this Diary. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted September 12, 2007 The Forgotten One: A tear captured memory trickles down his face reflecting his Somali soul,a void un-occupied space the story in his eye cries pain of being alone gazing in a dew of doom with seeds of sadness sown a frown of tremble lips with fear fused in place pondering life's sea bed anchored to his past tied a midst the ravage from a storm that was cast his severed future fell flat...face first he picks up the pieces to store them in a jar whilst settled pain increases living content in a coma that wasn't meant to last...memories haunt him projected through glass jars...it's all he has left a comfort that boils up his scars beyond belief holding a love that's gone...he just can't let go but while it remains with him; a light in side can't glow deaf to the outside drowned out whispers from afar then the safety coast aspires as the tide recedes passive waves clash to sooth a broken heart that bleeds they over spill and mount his deck, his ship begins to sink relieved from his sleep, a choked past begins to drink the waters calm his mind and breathe life of a hopeful seed he left all his past behind him, he now harbours a clean boat striving for a Promised Land and heads toward the coast glancing behind to where his former pain had died his eyes twinkle bright to shine the life he has in side with sails set high on life,he cruises happily afloat. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Buuxo Posted September 13, 2007 Wasalam Bob, Ramadan kariim walaalkiis.Great stuff ,as always. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted September 24, 2007 Not nearly as Gifted as you're... Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted September 24, 2007 Diplomat For The Damned: Head battered by the burden of my thoughts heart shattered by the brutal demise of my dignity scattered became the blooming roses of motherland haunted by their deafening screams of agony tears of defeat gather and my soul wishes to flee I mourn in silence for my forever lost freedom oppressed by the unholy greed of my own brother for the joy of our enemy he made me pay in blood forget not the day of reckoning is beckoning the ghosts of slain infants stalk you like the lies you talk silent like the muted shadow walking beside you mothers weep while you sleep with blood on your hands wearing hood to block your sight from everything good the loot of the nation lies ruin in my neighbourhood selling your soul to the devil with a bargain of a kind calling this colonial invasion a timely salvation dismissing the mass genocide of the youth as a suicide siding with the infidel legion that speak ill of our religion you caused this tragedy that robbed us of our humanity STOP gunning for I,the Diplomat Of The Damned. Peace,Love & Uity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted October 16, 2007 God's Land: I took a poetic flight through my wishful mind hoping to get to this place that is one of a kind beautiful ballads played and my soul danced the serenity of the scene enhanced my seasonal sermon making my journey look surreal beyond my wildest dream seen lively kids playing with no fear of dying young mothers singing soulful songs while fathers were listening pretty ladies clapped while the herders and peasants gathered joyous celebration all around read their facial expressions memorized this godly place that left my mind mesmerized a beautiful blue flag hugging a brave white star danced FREELY beneath the sky and the clouds it resembled converting a heartless mercenary into a pioneer visionary the land of Islam where only the almighty is praise worthy with language so rich with verses that made your brain itch a culture that stood the test of time like a sculpture an ancient land known through the earth for its golden sand a humble kingdom turned into a place of wizard like wisdom blessed with wealth that made me loose my breath through out history poetry never knew a better versed custodian the land of milk and meat with oceans of pure honey glowing waters flowing endlessly like heavens. ONE LOVE to my motherland Somalia and my missing four stars of Somaliland, Og@denia, NFD & Djibouti...One day WE WILL BE again Insha Allah...hold on to the dream no matter who impossible it may seem. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted October 18, 2007 Feathers of Fate: I speak of the unknown with unseen agony staining the universe with these muted words flooding the galaxy with memories of my dead kind leaking pain caused by the unleashing of the mind bear witness to how they marvel at our demise our death and destruction is success they will never confess hunted became I while my own brother is haunted I see glory within the gory pictures they paint my blood will awaken the immortals underneath being motherland's loyal agents made them legends stood tall above all when answering this holy call digging a hole through the temple of my soul sorrow became my medal of the passage of time I sympathize with the silenced angles living among us whose flames of hope you put out with their own tears suckled their pure blood with your venomous fangs buried my history and denied my story like your dead dream my mind lives on through the telltales of my natives even if their hearts and souls are your captives flaunting your failure to the universe through our blood for you clipped my forgotten feathers of fate. Peace, Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
hodman Posted October 22, 2007 Salama Bob, wonderful stuff as always. I admire your love of the motherland. God Bless Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
