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Black man

cool with collection
not afraid of anything
now his own landlord..


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A Womans Choice

Respectful, intelligent, someone who loves me for who I am.
That is the type of brotha I'm looking for but damn.
My name is Diona Lanese Finley.
When you look into my eyes is that what you see.
The true, love, beauty, honesty, loyalty.
Seventeen years old with a fifty-year-old soul.
Now the truth is going to be told.
My father taught me to be bold.
The information I say please hold.
So being me I wonder are all of my options gone.
I mean from the sugar to the down low,
From the thugs to the gangsters,
From the cocaine he hitting to the men in prison.
There’s this boy that sits on his butt and can't even listen.
The one who plays the Playa, or the P.I.M.P.
Some jive time brotha who doesn't have respect his mommy.
He think he can go out and have and affair with another.
Here comes the control freak.
I know he don't think he has authority over me.
He’ll be the alcoholic I'll throw out on the streets.
A man thinks he can put his hands on me.
I'll beat you down like we in slavery.
That is no way you treat a woman like me.
Proud, love her self, and have dignity.
He doesn't know how to treat the mother of his child.
Now I know you think this poem is a little wild.
So that’s why I’m going to say this loud and proud.
Not all men are like that, I know I have one who has my back.
Strong, loving, true, real, provides for my mommy and me.
Yeah that's right, he's my daddy.
I don't want a man just like him.
But my daddy what me to have a man who would make me happy.
That is what I'm looking for exactly.


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ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


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FATHER

FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.

As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA


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Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


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MY FATHER

ELEGANT STYLE. FINGER NAIL FILE.
EVERYTHING in its rightful PLACE. Everyone knew he REIGNED SUPREME.
NO CONTENDER. this BIG SPENDER? THEY OBEYED his rules. He wore his SNAKE
SKIN. Ankle high BLACK BOOTS.  ALRIGHT NOW. EVERY WORD HAD STYLE.
HIS SWAGGER MADE FROM SUEDE. 

NO PRETENDER. THAT WASN'T his GAME. HE PLAYED IT real, real COOL.  THAT'S
THE TYPE OF CAT HE WAS, AND EVERYBODY KNEW WHEN THIS BAD DUDE WAS
IN TOWN.  THEY'D walk a CHALK LINE JUST FOR THAT SHORT TIME. NOBODY 
KNEW HIS NAME EVERY BODY PLAYED HIS GAME.

THIS MYSTERY MACK DADDY STILLED THE NIGHT.  NO ONE else seemed to harness
Those SKILLS, not even til present DAY.  Once THERE THEN GONE.   THE BADDEST
MAN ON THIS SIDE OF TIME.


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What Burden

I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free
 Because the burden of slavery is no longer on me
 I've seen the thunder and the rain
 But like a plant outside, only growth I've gained

Stopped by the police, he just wanted to see
 What a black man was doing in a Grand Marquis
 Was reaching for my insurance, he said it was a gun
 Just a book about black man's struggle he had overcome

But see, he thought I was scared and wanted to hide
 But I sat in my driver's seat with all of my pride
 He couldn't get me mentally, so he drove away
 Yeah I' black, and my car came from a mom who would pray

See these statistics say black males just fight, kill and fail
 Do a poll on me, guarantee you'll change ideals of a black male
 See you think my emotions are bursting at the seams
 But I'm not an idealist, I'm a realist with dreams

My intelligence is leaving you scared, putting you in fear
 Yeah I said it, didn't Tyson your ear so I know you could hear
 The past is the past, back then they'd have to fight
 But I don't have to cause I was born with rights

America loves to call black dads deadbeats
 But can't acknowledge the ones finding their kids food to eat
 My black mama did it on her own and never had to steal
 And made sure me and my sister always had a meal

The first male in my family to go to college for a degree
 Yeah look passed the nappy hair and beard before analyzing me
 Been passing racial slurs generation to generation, it's time for an interference
 Cause I'm not a colored man, I'm a man with a different appearance

Yeah Dr. King fought for me and other blacks
 But he's gone now, so I don't need his actions on my back
 Don't read me wrong, I'm thankful for what he did
 But integration is wide open and segregation has a closed lid

These old racists need to go and plead the fifth
 So that future kids can see racism as just a myth
 Let this grudge end and just live your life
 Cause you're only stabbing the Constitution with a knife

Thank you for the slurs, lynchings and KKK
 Cause now you're all too tired to block the future so get out of our way
 My father in heaven made me, so I was meant to black
 He instilled wisdom in me, while you're intelligence slacks

So please tell me what burden do I have to bear
 Success is my future and now you're in a scare
 My light beams bright as the sun, you're unlit
 Struggles are done, I'm hear to stay so deal with it

http://soundcloud.com/abraham-t-shaw/what-burden


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One Billion Rising

Today we rise.

No more hiding in the shadows,

of culture,
creed,
tradition.

No more silent complicity,

defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,

for the actions of men,

brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.

Today, we rise,

as one.

Today the change starts,

with me,
within me.

Today we rise.


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Loving as Jesus or Father Christ Loves


This is my commandment
Love one another
As I love you

5202014


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Father Christ


Jesus Christ is a priest
	Catholic or Roman Catholic’s priest
	We call Catholic priest, FATHER…

5212014


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what does it mean to be first

I won first place in the school oratorical contest.
I still remember I got to say my poem in front of the whole school and they gave me a medal
I felt good - proud that I was first.

He never told me.

Where is his medal?
When I found out I told everyone and waited for the parade to begin
My mother, my sister, my best friend . . .

Mother (who made much ado over my medal) said,
“Oh, really? I’m not surprised. Do you know he left bread crumbs all over the floor yesterday? 
Didn’t even clean them up!” I was confused.
 
Do icons have to clean up breadcrumbs?

He never told me.
“We just dug a lot of trenches for the ammo dump.”
This his testimony - the Marines kept him safe just for me. 

He tossed out names like Guam and Guadalcanal 
as he picked up his lunch box to go to work
yet gave silence to race-based time wasted in ditches.

He never told me.

He did tell me about friendly fire 
from White boys standing above them while they dug but 
White men are always shooting at Black men . . .

So I thought little of it.

He taught me to sing
from the Halls of Mon-te-zu-uma to the shores of Trip-po-lee . . .
never said that he was first to sing it.

Said, “We trained at Camp LeJune.” But never mentioned Montford Point

He said he snuck in - really too young to be there
Told me as he tied his shoe 
“I wanted to choose the Corps so I just volunteered. I was a proud marine.”

Years later when I had lived enough to navigate the ocean 
between Camp LeJune and Montford Point
I asked - wanting to know what it felt like to be first . . .

“Dad, Do you know what you did? You never told me.”

Though struggling to share memories clogged by clouds of time he simply chuckled.
“Yep, we were some of the first but I just didn’t think nothin’ about it. 
Was just one of those things.”

Just one of those things . . .

One of those things like
Coming North in the migration, teaching yourself a new trade, and starting a business?
The one you ran for 47 years with only an eighth grade education.

Now I get it.
True firsts often miss out on medals and parades
but don’t expect them.

They are those who come before us
as living machetes - carving our way in silence 
teaching us what it truly means to be first.

A lesson easily overlooked as we wiggle with impatience in our snow pants
while they bundle us up for the cold 
and put on our mittens.


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''Gangs Of WAR''

When Good Of "EVIL," Run You Down, Remember 
What Doesn't "KILL YOU," Only Makes You, 
STRONGER, *Yes* Faith Can Break, But Our 
Strength Of Heart Together, Shall CARRY, Beyond 
To It's Highest POWER, Let Go Of Your FEARS, You 
Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link, Don't 
Patronize The Ignorance Of Foolishness, Bring 
Back The LOVE, KINDNEsS, And CARING, We All 
Once Knew, The Community...

Make It SAFE AGAIN, Towards Children's PLAY, 
Not, "GANGS OF WAR," Bursting Into Plague, 
Give It A Fighting Chance, Regain Your Balls Son, 
Be Self- ConScience, Put Down That Gun, Don't 
Leave Murder-Scream, Blood On Blood, Color On 
Color, Doesn't Matter, Stop This Hatred, From 
Ringing Out,Once More, A Blistered, Master-Mind,
Of No Peace,Kneel, Pray,To Our LORD almighty, 
Rebuild His Gateway, And Reform The Community,
Back To It's Rightful Place...
 

Re: Richard Palmer Poem 
No PEACE


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DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


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Father Christ Death

Jesus or Father Christ death is not the end
	But the beginning
	To take over people on earth

5212014


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Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.


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My Father, My friend

< The spoken word of what you were to me would be grandfather. but in my heart you were my father by every meaning of the words. You were my father when I I said my first word. My friend and friend through my whole life. When my birth parents wern't around, you rasied me as one of your own. My Father, My friend. you were my rock when I couldnt be strong. My guide when I was doing wrong. You wiped every tear I shed from my eyes, and always gave me a reassuring smile. Letting me know everything would be aright. My father, My friend. I'll miss you.My father, my friend. I love you. My father, my friend, I'll do what I must to go on. Daddy you are now and forever more, My father, my friend. God bless you. Amen.


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For our Father, Nelson Madiba Mandela

For our Father, Nelson 'Madiba' Mandela

you are our eternal inspiration

our hopes
our dreams
our conscience

you gave everything of yourself
so that we may live and love and laugh and dream and breathe the air of freedom, dignity and liberty

you lead us through the darkest days with your unshakeable principles and your belief in us

you brought peace and freedom to us

and when at times we felt all was lost

you stayed with us as a father would

you lent us your wisdom
and you chastised us too

and we are here today because of you
you stayed with us, Nelson Rolihlala 'Madiba' Mandela, through all the crests and valleys of our turbulent times

you stayed with us, father
today, we hope and pray and wish
that you, our father Madiba
stay with us still
stay with us, Madiba
stay with us...


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Fishing with Dad

I remember hoping the fence with a pole in my hand Us verse the fishes, my first stand The water pushed by the wind Smile on my face, laughing and joking I remember putting the rod together Looking at the sky and saying thanks for the good weather Relaxing with my dad by my side Voicing "I'm coming fishes, you can't hide" For a long time my bait was stolen The fish would bite but the hook wasn't holding I asked him why i wasn't catching He said "Little man, you need patience in fishing" At last a fish was caught Big smile on my face i felt like a man Then he said put it back in That stupid fish wasn't finish growing


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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


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Lydia's DaddY

...eyes puffy                       
      caked up with cry

Daddy ain't comin' home
       but 
         she don't know why...
 
grown folk sadness
         ripping inside her

       All she's known about lovin's 
               in the coffin beside her


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Lost Son

I awaited patiently for months just to hold you in my arms,
You awoke the real man within as your birth was it's alarm.
You stared as I stared back even though you could barely see,
But I saw right then what a blessing you were going to turn out to be.

I was forced out your life but that didn't stop my thoughts of you,
I lived everyday wondering if you could ever miss me too.
You're too young to keep the memories and the evidence is quite clear,
One years old I finally catch you and that cold stare was hard to bare.

Everyone says I'm trippen cause you're not really mine but my response was who else was there?
There for you, and your mom is something a real man did with care.
What I wanted you to know is that you revived a part of me not many people knew,
But that part stayed with you and I pray that very essence is something that carries with you.

One day you'll have your own life and there's something important you must keep with you,
No matter who it is don't let no one make you doubt yourself, be true to you and remember
that you are beautiful.
I named you...I claimed you...I was willing to do what another man couldn't,
You were my sun...you are my son...I felt a love that I thought I shouldn't.

You will never go wrong if you keep your influence under God.
Amari---miracle from God.


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YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS

      YOUR MORNING TOAST AND CHEERIOS              
I'll be the wind that blows your hair
all of your days I will be there
in summer breezes, winter's freeze
I'll be the wind through all your trees.

I'll be the raindrops on your face
each drop that falls a warm embrace
I'll be each sunset there will be
and every star will shine of me.

I'll be your time that comes and goes
your morning toast and cheerios
I'll be in all your candle flames
and I'll be there at football games.

I'll be the wind that blows your hair
both here and there and everywhere
if I must leave to be with you
then leave I must and leave I do.


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Carrying a friend to Father Christ

 
They came to Him a paralytic carried by four men. St. Mark 2:3

The paralytic came before Father Christ through the heroic effort of 4 men. 
They’re eventually lowering him through a hole in the roof
Without those four men, the paralytic never would have met Father Christ face-to-face or have been healed

Everyone of us can think of someone who has been instrumental in nurturing our faith
We are indebt to parents, religion teachers, spiritual writers 
and or a host of others who have made the faith accessible to us

We may recall the faces of people we are indebted  assisting us in receiving the precious gift of faith
They are the ones who have carried us to Father Christ as well
Is there someone in your life who needs help in coming to Father Christ?

4202014


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What Happened

What Happened

Life is all about corruption, deception, and havoc, which now is often mistaken for blood shot, lying in the streets of the innocent, why does this have to be? what happened to the peace, unity, love and care, we all shared, when god created this land, don't we as his apostles, have the right to stand fight, against evil, not cause it...


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Forever Your Man

I'm very outgoing, yeah I talk to some girls,
but you got to understand, you're the queen of my world.
Honey, If I had the money, I would glitter your life.
I'd buy you diamond rings and I would make you my wife.
It's true, you've put me through, I'm stuck to you like super glue.
I just wouldn't know what I'd do without you as my boo!
I stand grand in this land, with you at my hand.
How can I make you understand that I'm forever your man?
You're like the leader of the band and I'm your number one fan!
You're totally fine, you're fun, crazy, sexy, and cool.
So glad you're mine, the one, that makes the other boys drool.
When I think about the times I brought a tear to your eye,
It makes me break down and cry. Sometimes I wish I would die.
Girl, you are my Angel. You were sent from above.
You saved me from this hell and filled my life up with love.
Where we'll go from here on out is a mystery to me,
but I know I'll be all right with you, always, next to me!


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ENCOURAGEMENT

Strong Black Man

I only trust thee to take my hand
To do with me all that you can
And be a factor in my master plan

When times are hard so is yo spine
To feed yo family U make dollas from dimes
I watch U bubble right on time
Black man resourceful, blows my mind.....

Always protecting what's yours what's mine
Neva afraid to commit a crime
Will shut yo mouth and do yo time
All while maintaining peace of mind.....

Not flawless in yo way of thought
Mistakes you've made are lessons well taught
Laced you with game that couldn't be bought
Wounded yo flesh from battles well fought

I know your worthy, I crown you my king
For being so down for your family
Now that's the stuff you don't hear about or see
The contribution the black man made to me

If for some reason yo esteem runs low
And feelings of hopelessness sneak thru ya door
and as the result frustration starts to show
Embrace these few encouraging words I know

I love you Daddy


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They Left so Abruptly

They Left so Abruptly

(for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy)

the valiant ones
countless
many known
many more nameless

the truest sons and singers
husbands and poets
lovers and wives
daughters and farmers
workers and sisters
brothers and friends

they left so abruptly
with quiet pride
steely courage
gentle dignity

they left so abruptly
leaving us our tomorrows
brighter
hopeful
filled with promise

they left so abruptly
so that we may breathe
the breath of liberty
the air of freedom
the warmth of justice

they left so abruptly
leaving with us their parting gift

freedom
inkululeko
swatantrata
liberte
azadi
vhudilangi
libertad

they left so abruptly
yet we remember them all
today
in the days that slipped away
and in the many more that we await

they left so abruptly
yet they remain
hewed into our memories
etched in our consciences
engraved in our hearts
they left so abruptly
and yet they endure
with us
within us
now and forever more


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Sins of the father (A Hustlaz Regrets)

stop lying to yourself saying you hustle for your kids
you making dough but wont find them a decent place to live

you keep them right in the projects cause that's where the money is
until a shotgun blast hit shorty in the ribs

now your regrets are manifesting while you're staring at him bleed
he got a thousand pairs of  sneakers but he can barely read

thats my son!!!!!! headed for trauma/emergency
Lord let him live instead you can take me

 you drop to your knees and plead
I'll surrender my life repent for my evil deeds

give up the street life even work at Mickey Ds
go back to school even get my G.E.D

please Lord he cant die I wont my son back
overhead you hear " we need two units of blood stat"






                                         Big Potent





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The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He


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I'm Not Sorry I'm Bad


We are in love with these insane streets- 
because it keeps us sane, replaces the pain, 
The overwhelming pain, this burden- 
you left for me to carry when you left me and mom in the rain 
Alone to fend for ourselves or die- 
in this treacherous place and mom 
She was just too innocent to get this- 
this trial to cope with at a early age 
You didn't even to go to jail- 
as if that would make this any better 
Never wanted this responsibility- 
and oh Savior how i was enraged 
Even though mom left too to seek- 
out life that could make living better 
And stranded again I was- 
with people who never knew to teach love 
I hated you for that and even though- 
 you've made strides towards mending 
This soul of a son you left- 
I'm not sorry you left, I hate no more 
For without it i'd be lost for sure 
These streets that don't care to kill 
But loved and hugged me rugged with chill 
I'm glad you both did your mistakes to mold me 
And I'm not sorry I'm bad, Let God scold me 

                                      Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas