Can you hear me now? Good!
I can't seem to forget you
I love what you do for me
It must be love
between love and madness lies obsession
Like always. Like never before
At the sign of the cat
have a break, have a Kit-Kat
Tastes so good cats ask for it by name
Schhhh ... You-know-who
I'd rather die of thirst than drink from the cup of mediocrity
Perfect to you
There's a smile in every Bar
Obey your thirst
This Bud's for you
One a day helps you work, rest, and play
More fun than rum
Heineken open your world
... nobody can say no to the honey nut O
a bowl a day keeps the bullies away
Our plans are based on yours
You have my word on it
Be the first to know
Who we are
The "no problem" people
Only smarties have the answer
Making it all make sense
Because that's the kind of mom you are
Sometimes you've got to break the rules
Blow your own bubble
Catch our smile?
Everything we do is driven by you
Driven by what's inside
We'll take more care of you
You asked for it. You got it
We know what it means to serve
On your side
Allied on your side
You're in good hands
We make it happen
We'll be there
Get the feeling
Im lovin' it
You are the controller
Only on Playstation
You are now free to move
Unleash the beast
Is it in you?
Do you dare?
About this poem:
To "write" this poem, I used slogans, short and often memorable phrases
used in advertising campaigns. Below you can find the name of the product
(or the company) in order of appearance.
-Verizon Wireless; Wind Song; Toyota; Honda; Calvin Klein; Saturn
-Mercury; Kit Kat; Meow Mix; Schweppes
-Stella Artois; Wella; Dell; Hershey's; Sprite; Budweiser; Mars; Malibu;
Captain Morgan; Heineken; Rice Krispies; Cheerios; Applejacks Cereal
-Assurant; Isuzu; CNN; Guardian Life Ins; Auto-owners Ins;
-Captain Morgan; Rice Krispies; Buger King; Bubble Yum; Red Hills Inn;
Pacific Southwest Airlines; Ford; Subaru; British Airways; Toyota; USSA;
Nationwide Mutual Ins; Allied Ins
-Allstate; IBM; Chevrolet; Toyota; Mc Donalds; Microsoft Kinect; PS3;
Southwest Airlines; Monster Energy; Gatorade; Curious.
She silently prays as she reaches for the chord
Wonder why the Iman didn't do this
I wanted paradise here and the quiet is deafening
Tick tock tick tock and her heart.......
She hasn't tried makeup as she keeps step to her thoughts
Outside of the mosque she awaits her destiny and strangers
They are mine enemy and thirteen hundred and eighty years
Young Mohammed and his brown eyes with smiles
Tick tock and the tick tock
When will that bell toll and the brown eyes that smile
The men get seven virgins and I am one
United States soldiers on patrol march by and the prayer
" Allah Akbar,"
She is torn and the mosque crumbles
A child screams as he holds a hand with no arm
And a car silently burns as people bleed
The mothers last thought is no pain and the hand
Allah came knocking at my heart
I have no choice and played no part
But still Allah came and
Allah came knocking at my heart.
Allah came knocking with a song
He came with a message, and a message strong --
La ilaha illalah,
Words of peace from afar.
Allah came knocking with the blessed
Truth upon me they impressed,
"Let us show you a new way,
Start your journey today."
I've slipped the door open a crack
You can't go back
Once you let the sunlight in --
Alhamdullilahi rabbil alameen.
The Truth, the Peace and I were worlds apart
Until Allah came
Until Allah came knocking at my heart.
What makes me human is You
You who broke me and push me through
Yes,though You know I was not strong
You caused me to cry or so long
So many times I ask if You really exist
Though many times also You heard my pleas
I was so wrong to blame You for all my sadness
For truly it is You who brings gladness
So many times You tried to break me before
But I was so hard and rebelled more
Yet You never stopped breaking me
Coz You were concerned of what my future could be
You never wanted me to go the wrong way
That's why You wanted me to pray
So You could guide me everyday
Until into my bed i lay
From a frozen heart You broke me to become human
For my heart never melts though put under the sun
You changed my whole being
I was changed by the grace of Your loving
Because You care so much about me
You wanted me to live with you in heaven for eternity,
For the chance to be with You forever
YOU BROKE ME to become a person much better
Thank You Father or breaking me to a new person
I didn't understand at first for I didn't know the
Thank You for the tears that have poured out from
Thank You for the sorrows that have made me cry
For now I know I'm a new being
Changed by the trials You have given.
Regarded as cruel
Love is a wonder
shared by one another
it's the only reason
I'm not six feet under
Love in which I believe
in a will to sustain
I give back to life, now
in dormant states of pain
The power of Love
may not alone be enough
locked inside my dreams
escape only from above
higher than any human being
has ever gone before
I must have evolved
rise above hate, great once more
My Father taught me wisdom
I am imprisoned no longer
now an beast not of burden
I am no lion, I am stronger
on my shoulder sits twin dragons
long awaiting the day
evil forces come forth to
take what Love is left, away
A Hero of Love light
are what the world needs
angels, not demons
exist where ever you believe
follow your heart's direction
and you shall achieve
objects of affection
rid of materialistic greed
My bright energy
has awakened to a fire
never consuming the source
as the flames just grow higher
that is the desire
of a product we call Love
Fear, the counterpart
what I was once made of
I am slowly learning
how to win when my peace
is harder to sharpen
so I have given my pen leave
the sword has its uses
I must say I believe
to vanquish the evil
in the minds too diseased
to serve any purpose
except their own selfish ones
tomorrow a new day
in the clarity of the sun
where we two are now one
and one done now does
bring about a great change
lit by the righteousness of Love.
Reflections of imperfections
have shown me a way
that I can move mountains
through my power of faith
even though I can't see him
I know he is real
through the power of prayer
and a Love that I feel
It's growing inside me
like a flower in bloom
shall I reveal my powers
or is it too soon
I am reading the signs
through my darkness I find
a reason for belief in
the light of mankind
that I know shall overcome
the greatest of odds
the Love I seek amazes me
especially through the flaws
because now I am inspired
through the hero's that bring
my throne through the darkness
on which I return on as your King.
Give me strength oh God the helper,
Thou art the power/energy oh God,
Oh King of men, the lion of yazdan,
My life is on you oh Lord,
Below is pure guess...
What are feelings oh lord,
What are situations?
Everyone is defeated? ... Even the best are defeated?
There’s a dream in every breath,
There are some conspiracies and some complaints,
There are countless problems…
A girl baby I am.
My creator I do not know. Procreation states that ovum and sperm conceives. My question is how does this evolve – from God?
We are told there are ninety-nine names given to the omnipotent. Let us take a walk.
Imagine a vision that all us possess of The Almighty.
He states, oh I know you call me God, the Lord, Jehovah.
Some call me Allah.
I tell you that all these names make no difference.
I am your creator.
The creatures of the Earth are animals.
The beings are my people.
You are of the greater intellect and animals’ spirituality is their understanding.
The world is ritualize to both.
Each knows their subsistence.
Affluence is all way of life divided for profusion.
Both have no indifference to a certain extent.
I am of man and I am the eyes of animal.
Life will form.
From this visualization, what knowledge did I received; that my creator is ovulation and conception. This is an ascertain principle that in the beginning my creator gave me life that formed within modern time.
To be a slave to God
Be blessed with a good ending
That rose to the sky
To drink out of the hand of the Prophet
To be accompanied by friend and Farouk and Osman and Zubair and al-Jarrah and Zaid bin Affan and ....
Ondhar that to your face cream
A story of Faith..
How does anyone explain why they believe the Faith they have .
I can only tell you through the eyes of a 5yr old child .
That child being myself
so let me rewind a bit in time .
It was preschool to 1st grade , I would fall into a vegetable state at school , with my head down on the desk .
My Mother was a very talented RN and worked in triage at St. Francis Hospital
She would take me to the best of Pediatrics , only to be told ," take her home give her a aspirin, if fever gets to high , and call us in the morning .
All I can remember is this.
I was laying on my Mothers bed as from the ceiling it appeared a man that resembled "Jesus Christ ' and his Angels , 6 on each side lifted me from the bed in his arms , and took me to a place of warmth , light and love like I have never felt before since.
I was held by him as he said , you can stay here and no longer feel pain , or you may go back. I wanted so badly to stay , but I thought of my Mothers tears , and I was sent right into my little body again only to miss that feeling I had my whole life "in His Arms "
I got up out of bed , walked to the living room , where I saw my Mother in the distance baking .' The Grinch whom stole Christmas ' was on TV. I then noticed a tree all lighten up with decorations, I walked towards my Mom with a blanket in my hand .
My Mom turned and she had a plate of cookies , her face white as a ghost . I asked her " Mommy , Is it Christmas ? " she started to cry , and held me as she said " Yes Honey , it is , it is Christmas Eve. " as her tears hit my shoulder . I then asked " Why are you crying ? " Santa Claus is coming ! " I replied, as happy as a little 5 yr. old could be.
I was taken to a Chiropractor that week ,as a last result , He told her it was simply a miracle I was alive . My Spine was out of place and no Oxygen was going to my brain , in one or 2 days , I would be brain dead.
I found out later in my life at 18 yrs. old , it was shaken baby syndrome . My Father confessed to me as he to cried , at his Moms home at Christmas time . He had carried the guilt with him for years . He was a born again Christian , and a new life he had wanted with true forgiveness .
I forgave him , I know the man whom lifted me was Jesus Christ that night , and there is nothing ugly at all there , so I know he to forgave him .
Since then ..I have never doubted , I know he goes by many names , It is Jesus Christ all the same .
Reflections in the mirror
were getting scary
I could not carry
the weight of my pain
it almost took my life
to learn to love again
for I have made a friend
somewhere along my long lost way
I hope that I helped him
just a fraction of how he helped me
maybe that single thought
is what finally gave me my peace
enough to release so much
Now I am not afraid
to walk where the streets are hot
for I thrive in Hell's kitchen
where the devil stirs my pot
for I now have him quiet tame
I sacrificed my dragons
at the alter of my name
and now you are my slaves
any time I need
I'll call upon my superhero's
to come and rescue me
like my Saint Toni
who swept me off that bridge
and showed my how a death can be
the greatest reason to live
for she was the seed to grow my Eden
then a man from a foreign land
gave me something in myself to believe in
the magik of Love.
A full moon night
to my delight
what is so wrong
with doing what's right
nothing is right
after so long
no use in complaining
time to move on
The Dream Water one day
might take me away
farther from the comfort
I float on my back
then shut my eyes
my body now sinking
into ocean arms open wide
Now swallow your son
back to his nature
when he is no longer
needed to stay here
the next generation
are dooming themselves
they need my experience
to guide them through hell
Why should I bother
on my own, I strive through
I turn my back on the thought
of bothering to save you
alone in this world
my, is it spacious
I'm finally smiling,
never so gracious.
Sweep, old lady, sweep away
of the day
breath as the sun sighs and
settles into the
consider the satellites as they
gather the children on the
wide fields you have
Sleep, old lady, come Monday
with his foreskin,
pulling the taunts over
The tip of his nose,
it still stung, from when
Gary Mother****in' Jackson
(a strapping lad who insisted
this should have been his middle
name, after taking up a pool
job one summer)
Had pushed him, rather
abruptly into the bushes,
and those branches
Feeling like hands, poked
and prodded into the depth's
of his skin and he'd walked
Through that day, red and
welty, like an overgrown zit.
Don't be blind
Don't be deaf
The land is our land
And the life is our life
We can live together
In the empire of God
What is the avail of the violence?
What is the avail of the war?
Let children to play
In the empire of God
One heart is enough for love
One flower is sufficient for peace
And one smile is enough
To express happiness
And one land is enough
For Palestine and Israel
What is the avail of the violence?
What is the avail of the war?
Let souls to wander and swim
In the kingdom of God
Israel and Palestine
Two souls in one body
Don't be blind
Don't be deaf
The story hasn't ended yet
All of us are looking for the end
And the end it is the peace
And the peace is the message of prophets
And the title of everlasting love
Read in the heavenly books
Read in Torah
Read in Gospel
Read in Quran
The peace and love in Moses's heart
The peace and love in Jesus's heart
The peace and love in Mohammed's heart
The blind hearts
Never bring the peace
And the burning eyes
Never see everlasting love
Jews are our uncle's sons
We call them for peace
And the everlasting love
And the peaceful coexistence
To all honorable people
For Israel and Palestine
In all temples
God is everywhere
Allah is for all
face, hands, feet.
She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
as bitter fumes
seep beneath the door.
Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
As men mix and pour
Just outside her door.
Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans-
The imam, he stands,
As men convey her
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
Changing my writings the first words written
innocence initially intended
changing the format, the colors
leaving emotions openly displayed
Changing the long to short , revising all thoughts
for it is left for the readers perception
always in changes one opens a door
through changing I will learn through a lesson
Is this poem worthy of mention ?
Love can be complicated
Like a disarranged puzzle that is passed by daily
No one bothers to put the broken pieces together
All alone, waiting for that special touch
To embrace each piece with gentleness and care
When that special mind that longs to complete and discover the beautiful image
That no one has yet to bring to fruition
The smile that can be seen through the eyes which sees all the perfect imperfections
Making the puzzle so unique and dope its own way
Far from any other puzzle
Challenges unraveling this particular artwork
The optimistic mind brought to life
Which makes the appreciation last forever
Complicated, yet worth the wait
I am the maker of miracles
a real spiritual man
waltzing through shadows
as they pull me back in
I know I must escape them
any way I can
I know the way out
like the back of my hand
It's just me and the maker
together, he and I
I told you God is in me
you just thought I was high
talking with the Zeta's
they tell me just why
everything has an ending
and the old me, must die
I'm Calm as a bomb
in the eyes of a storm
they stare upon me
as if I've been warned
turn me inside out
as a goodness is born
I wear my battle scars
so stars know I'm war torn
When the gift of life
is freed from inside
the fire starts fading
then the anger subsides
like the great phoenix,
I go back in time
a miracle is born
and now that I'm revived
in my new life, I shine.
Capable of gross wickedness
A vile wretch
Fear is a spiritual relief
Physically I am fear
Mentally I am fearless
A pulse of understanding
But will a vein transfer?
A heart, a lung?
Taste the sweat
taste the fear
Taste the blood
Carry, cradle the bald baby
Master the meaning of love
Who said that life was a misery?
A sting, an ache, a hurtful word.
That has what has become
Horse for Beef
Beef for Horse
We are only skin and meat operations
Suck our pure and false blood,
A clot, a knot that ties our tongues
This machine has turned us to metal
And dried us without pegs or hooks
All the glittery eyes
They are now colorless
Names have power.
They say Allah has 99 names.
My lover showed me
How if you look at your hands
The lines on your palms
Create the Arabic characters
For one and eight-
This makes 81 on your right hand,
and 18 on your left hand;
Their sum is 99.
Names have power.
You may better understand something by
Understanding its name.
The word Christianity comes from the word Christ,
meaning anointed one; the prophet.
Judaism comes from Judah, who was the son of Jacob;
the Jews are the descendants of Judah. Judah also means "praise."
Islam means peace, or accepting the natural way; accepting God.
Names have power.
How we name ourselves
Reflects who we are.
I name myself
Names have power.
My lover calls me
Habeby, my love;
Rohi, my soul;
Taebny, my sweet pain;
Simple faces complex feelings
Smiling eyes hiding intentions dangerous
A dagger in one hand, the other extended in greeting
These are a few traits of this race
Slithering towards it's victims with effortless ease
Ambushing skills could put a rattler to shame
Will devour every living thing, will never cease
In the quest for supremacy, everything is fair game
All living beings are pawns in this game of chess
Sacrificing even Gods at the altar of individual gains
Making Krishna fight Buddha, Allah with Jesus
Holy wars giving the right to kill and maim
The streets transformed into rivers of blood
Screams silenced by the booming of guns
Rejoicing when their own kin is dead
And this race calls themselves humans
Why are you so afraid of me
Of who I am growing to be
Flashing in your eyes I see
Fear and uncertainty
Why such irony
Why were you so much nicer to me
When I denied the Almighty?
I've looked and looked
Until I found this Book
Of peace, of so many marvels
Which you call lies of the devil
I've tried so hard to hide
To purge these thoughts from my mind
Afraid, so afraid
Of what was burrowing inside.
Who is this devil you see
All I see
Why are you free to preach
But act against what you teach
While I mask myself in guarded disguise
While the flower of my faith wilts and dies?
We all have a path to choose
Roads that claim to lead us to Truth
Trials Allah put us through
Then all that we used to do
And that we used to say
Are laid bare on that final day
Before the angels' searching eyes
Allah alone will judge you and I
For Allah is a better judge
Than you and I.
So till then won't you
Won't you look closely
Are you afraid to find
A little of yourself
In these eyes of mine?
We do not despise
What God gave us
We do not dislike
Our countless flaws
We whom wonder hastily
Clinching to life after life
Hanging on with no purposes
Just the desired selfishness
To be alive
Claiming to be depressed
Claiming to be out ruled
But who is it to blame
When one tries continually and repeatedly
And the thing one desires
Is not to be set in claim?
To live is to be alive
Cling to life
And contaminate life
But when one has the false desire
To terminate life
One has gotten the opposite meaning of living
And other ones must help this one
Give him a better understanding
A better view
A brighter view of life
Or perhaps how foolish one could be to end such grace
How illogic and insane
Or perhaps ungrateful
One could be to the creator
To live fully
Is to truly extinguish
The bleak fire of one’s destruction
And to emblazon the torch of existing gratitude
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Giver.
Say, Allah is One.
Allah doesn’t need anyone.
Allah doesn’t give birth and Allah wasn’t born.
Allah is matchless He is such a person.
My dad with his dark hair
Is in his room.
He is touching a Qur’an
And he is reading.
I am watching him
From the door.
I am dealing with what I know And reaching out to you with love Because I am tired of waiting for Quetzalcoatl And Jesus and Allah and Buddha and Kishna And a dozen other Sons of God To come and save us from ourselves I am dealing with what I know Because everything beyond that is a mind game to me And in the end the one true God is love
TO MY MOM DADA ZOUWAIRATOU M YAUKI
THE TRUEST HAUSA-FULANI
The iron core of the whole family
She stands with the long rooster
First crow which tears up, praying, and
Goes on laboring till the owl grave
Hoots herald the veiling darkness
And darkness is life and might
But also death and weakness.
The hoots made me so small when
A child and think of mother to
Soothe me, fear sorcerers, death,
Dream of stars, my eyes well-closed
Of my tiny world full of fairy tales
With the spider as the hero.
I like my mom and she likes me too.
She prays Allah to grant me success
And I ask Him to forgive her, for
She’s always been my surest support
Of course she hadn’t been to school
But was a school herself. Proud
Reader, my friend, be sure that
She’s as divine as your mother.