Never trust a person who only reads one book
It’s time to look at religion
Religion brings war
This is the claw of attraction
Religion makes you look nice
But there is a price you will pay
We are all causalities of religion
Religion claims purity
But so many religious people commit adultery
Many think that they are victorious
Because religion can make you look nice
Many have the picture of religion
But are vultures as they judge people
Religious people are powerfully powerless
Never trust a person who only reads one book
Existential graph of
graphical language
Classical narrative
causalities anguish
Expressive instrument
exposing our emotions
Simple and untainted
intuitive senses devotion
There is a glamour to it
a perfection or symmetry
Creative imagination
uncensored chemistry
Breaking free from the
confines of reality
Thoughts give way to
change in time actually
Provoking insight into the
depths of imagination
Standing by ones own
creative narration
Visionary so liberating
and disoriented
Leaving our words
somber or animated
Spectrum of our expressions
gives one a completeness
Permanence of conquest will
never embrace the meekness
with dreams and hopes the sun did rise
life was lived through open eyes
rain dismissed clouds no more
rainbows spanned from shore to shore
a future then so very different
now has come to pass
perspectives in the rearview mirror
fractured images in the glass
teardrops fall in amber pools
of frothy foamy suds
causalities of life brought frost
where did you get lost
you left my dear not leaving much
just memories of misspoken touch
recollections do remain
filtered through the falling rain
the future now has come to pass
poured from tap to a chilly glass
this lesson learned at love’s demise
some time dreams are best behind closed eyes
We were all trained to push the limits of the human barrier.
physically growing stronger.
Mentally developing professionalism.
Improvise, adapt and overcome.
A war-torn country is the birth of a squaddie.
The remembrance of the vast desert, the lush-us green zone.
etched painful memories to the soldier's daily life.
We stand together, tall and proud.
We cry together.
The heartless actions we carried out were not for revenge, not from anger.
For the greater good of human life.
At the setting of the sun.
The dead lye at rest, the causalities patched up, the amputees are on prosthetics.
But we all remain mentally scared
Men with chests and muscles set on trail
war had ripened, enemies were to be harvested
they filed along narrow path
a path that could transform all into charcoal
Bombs were thrown, bullets fired
enemies sited took cover
surprise, enigma emerged mixed with confusion
each bomb thrown exploded into cakes
bullets fired scattered sweets, not death
Tear-gas canisters transformed into milk-cans
children, women enjoyed music of blasts
and collected cakes, sweets, milk bottles in joy
Invading army halted action in confusion
“Magic, magic, witchcraft”, they shouted
“Never have we seen this miracle of war”
foolish, startled and lost they were
Another trial they made with little success
cakes, sweets, milk, cakes, sweets, milk
no causalities, no prisoners of war
all who appeared were innocent children, women
persons fond of cakes, sweets, milk!
Embarrassed, defeated, fooled
invading soldiers joined the joyful
they celebrated, danced, sang love songs
and all prayed, “It should be like this every day”
In Africa since the 1960s
Africans have been driven
in vehicles with square tires
whose drivers sit and steer
behind square brake-less wheels
January to January vehicles
jerk and jolt all the way
passengers scream and shout
hardly enjoying the ride
on rough and pot-holed roads
Most times passengers
leave the seats and kneel
they pray and pray and pray
to the Al-merciful God
for journey mercies to all
No one has reached destination
few have had dreams fulfilled
some passengers jump off
as vehicles jerk their way non-stop
without surgeons causalities die
But fate has its own ways
unless the vehicles crash
until bye-standers run and grab
the square-tired vehicles
no safety for the passengers
Words of missiles
Blows from cannons
Swords in tongues
We had withdrawn apart
Unspoken strategies
Mind of mines
Stealth attacks
Against one another’s heart
Gunshot smoke becomes the aroma
Of the atmosphere amongst us
Causalities in our bloodshed
Dormant our affectionate love
Love cannot survive in warfare
We shield our warm center graze
Cause of damage internally praised
By the open hand grenades
Blind to see our adversary
his annihilation in vengeance
Precious life dying before sunrise
No waving flags in distance
Time sails swiftly
Duo soldiers still at war
No arsenal, no ammunition
Peace constantly ignored
Clinch with knives
Till one is killed
Love must die to survive
On this insensible battlefield
They gives a us a voice, but don't want us to speak.
The president's black I bet he doesn't write his own speech.
Words that he speaks come the people that keep in unequal,
D.C. is evil the future is bleak.
Unless among us is a Malcolm X
All for one and together we're stronger than the rest.
My mother strong ,God is our Father
Jesus Piece lays on my chest.
Moment of truth what's left to be said,
word is bond
nothing is worth more than respect.
Which needs to be earned
shots fired so I'm hitting the deck.
Deep in the street cracks is where secrets are kept,
Nikes on the feet of the ones who keep running for checks.
Turnt cheek to the causalities take a deep....
Breath after breath, war between us, love lost in between deaths.
There have been so many to even speak about
In this long and so treacherous continuing bout
For too many lives have already been taken
When will we as mankind finally reawaken
Fifty one million five hundred and eighty two thousand
Seven hundred and forty two unborn just in this land
And as another tomorrow will soon be knocking at the door
You’ll need to add another three thousand and twenty two more
From a group of nine who changed God’s Law
And in turn allowed an entire society to fall
Well I’m not going to fall with the rest
God has been calling and I hear His Behest
Just a casualty of anther ones freedom
Why doesn’t it ring through for some
But the march on this side also won’t end
Oh if only your heart you would lend
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The ruled and the Poor.
It is strange usually when the Americans are bombing places
we are told how many got wounded and died in their air strikes.
NATO has more or less carpet bombed Kaddafi’s people for six
months, but not a word about causalities.
That makes me thing they must be dropping chocolate drops
and not real bombs. Kaddafi used to pitch his tent wherever he
wanted in Europe and the high and mighty embraced him, but
he was not to be trusted as he put Libya first in his oil dealings.
We get the sense that he is universally hated by everybody
in his country, but the poor benefited from his largesse
and the middle classes got a free education, but of course
not much room to express their enormous contempt for him.
One day when the poor cannot afford a doctor in a democratic
Libya and when teeth roots and fall out, there might be someone
who say: under Kaddafi all this was free and now we are reduced
to keep the streets clean for the educated rulers.
Let us journey
In side unknown world
Invincible people
An entry
Without exists
Narrow passage
Decaying rose
Gambler of life
Is there a way out ?
Riding in tunnel of life
From spirituality
To Disability
Causalities
Wise word of maturity
My blood
Your veins
To live in duality
Resting and wave
Floating Angels
Grips my hands
Speck of light
In this immortality
15/05/11
If this a poem then am dreamin
PART 1: BATTLE OF ADAM
And here HE is dwelling through the pages of life,
Preparing for yet another skirmish
HE has lost few battles, among the causalities
Were faith, competence and passion;
They were severely wounded and in need
For a rehabilitation period
Mend the wounds, and heal the past;
After all this wasn’t a mere opponent
But one that is stubborn and was set on a crusade to
Eradicate all that is bright and colorful
HE is petrified, nervous and worried
Worried of consequences HE can’t afford to loose
Loosing would mean defeat to HIM
This is PART 1 of the Main Poem "Eternal Battles"
I would describe this Poem as A Dark Period in my life where
I lost track of my identity and was fighting for it.
Causalities
They lay in this bone box
Graves of the done.
Friends of pushed dissolution.
They express some guilt
But ran with spent nerves
I back to my institutions.
This all from dual-polar,
my black and white mind
They witnessed my next reaction
Always peeks and gullies
Not plains, they live with
A place without my intrusion.
Tiered of phone woe
Then the coin next day flip
In giddy bounce, more irritation.
As I watch this new love die
Like this tear as it runs
Promise to keep on prescriptions
. Beneath a blanket of earth
With a pillow made of stone
Her child eternally sleeps
~~~
. While at the foot of his bed
She stands alone
And weeps! And weeps! And weeps!
. Written: November 20th, 2009
Tired
I am so tired today
All my will and strength
Seems to have leaked away
Seeping from a hole in my left foot
A human skin balloon
I slowly deflate
I can’t rally my thoughts
Or make a break for a coffee cup
It slouches like me in a delirium of non-wake up
Outside the wind is up
Ah yes the wind mad March calling
Battering flags and snapping branches
Interrupts my drowsy thoughts meandering
Polishing pointless inconsequent causalities
Polishing pointless inconsequent causalities
Not a bad line for someone who is half asleep
But the human balloon
Still slowly deflates
Leaking out from a hole in my left foot
I think the best thing for me
Is an early night
Good bye long day; good night tonight
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