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Sajdah Al-Riyami Poem
Ever wrote a sequel
To a poem about
The road of dead bodies
that you drove upon?
I dont Think So^^
O. Yeah im laughing
At such a radical idea
Thats not registerd yet
Into naiive-Like brain cells
Yeah! Am laughing^^
Wish I could just throw
My smile on that kid
That lay stone cold
Hand over ears even in death
Died of the noises...
Not laughing anymore?
Thought so
I just laid there staring
Right ontop of him
Dead silence...
I panicked
shoved my fist in his jaw
I felt his bone crunch
Now he doesnt have a screaming face
Wow....
You think thats deep?
The guy right next to the kid
Was his dad
They kept him alive to watch
As his son burned
then became death
and soon a fossil
And when they chunk this place again
He will be dust
...His father
He was right there
...To watch
Now read those last three lines
Again
In Slow Mo
Read it and weep
Maybe the tears could drown
A father who is still there to watch
And spare him of the "Madness"
"Well,if its what you want to call it.
I mean you can call it unfair
Inhumane
Insane
But its just Mad-ness"
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A time of rinsing the sins
A month of happy moods
The way we face god unfacingly
The way we walked our prophets way
The moon a symbol that guides
A creation of allah intwined
Its light reflecting our fast
Till the day breaks does it last
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Sajdah Al-Riyami Poem
**You name them your blood
**You fight side by side
**Against the “Enemy”:
**The different in sight
Your soldiers against soldiers
And Yet
You’re all alike
Both brothers from Adam and Eve
Alive you’ll never come close to one another
But you’re friends die side by side
You both heal but hate
You both suffer in and out of battlefields
You're all good
But you've all been call bad
You're suppose to be fighting the system
But the system is beating you up
It's gotten you in a Sibling Rivarly
We start with name callings:
Latino chickens
American slave driver
Arab terrorists
African dust
--Convicts--
Then it's fist fights:
I got a slap
I got a punch
I got a kick
I’ve gone to jump you
--& Pretty soon a tornado--
And we died with weapons:
I’ve got a rope
I’ve got a brass knuckle
I’ve got a knife
I’ve got a gun
--I’ve got a bomb--
Maybe, it's time you understand
That you didn’t kill him
With your guns or knives
You killed him with your hate
**You name them your blood
**You died side by side
**Against “Your brothers”
**The same inside
(For the Sibling Rivalary Contest)
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She sees her reflection
In the mirror in her room
She sees the perfection
That awaits a groom
She knows nothing
Except her beauty
she cares for nothing
But to be happy
She was ready
To be happy
Thats all she really
Wanted to be
And to marry
A wealthy handsome
Was To be happy
And Have a big Mansion
And now shes in the white Gown
And she feels... Glad
I mean "hes your Own"
The dream that you had
Thats exactly it:You had
Now its gone right?
The feeling of never being sad
Is back in all its might
But thats just it
Its not the marriage thats wrong
He just sees a pretty tit
He is not where you belong
You belong In James
The blonde and the pretty
The smart and no games
The broke but the witty
"You love Him"
Its true;Is'nt it
You love him
And hes gone ,but he fit
"Now that you know right"
Put back the fit of your puzzle
You want to be the rich wife
But do you want to die with a 50 something muzzle?
Your not a pretty face
& James Knows exactly that
Your beauty in this case
Is not the only fact
....
Years To Come:
You never made it to the wedding
They all said you were dead
But i know your a live one, my friend
Your just with James making a living
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When you fall into slumber on the pavement
Or
When you wake up at another's
Prevent me from suffocating
In the heat of delight
Delight cant be real
when your behind it all
Because its you behind it all
Or slip into the light
fish me some rainbows
That fade when you bring it back
Because i live in the dark
I live in the dark
Don't take your murderer for granted
-Title quote by Albert Einstein
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Sajdah Al-Riyami Poem
I sit On a coach made of leather
......
While she sits on a dust of mud and feathers
I walk under the cool breeze of the sun
.....
While she hangs an empty bucket on her head for a run
I dust the crumbs of leftovers
...
While she feeds the peace of her slumber
I travelled on wings over the blue
..
While her living in time is but a flu
Take my hand Africa
Take Your skeletons With you
And embrace hunger
Even in death
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Another MasterPeice From A Great Friend{Bob}
They know ....
too much they know they have no idea what they did....
they know they did wrong
when they didn't....
they know they trusted those they thought they could ....
they know they will
probably be in trouble....
they know this shouldn't happen....
they know they must keep secrets....
they
know somehow this must be what everybody does....
they know this must mean they are
loved....
they know this means they are special....
they know ....
the trouble is....
they will never
forget ....
for all the children ....
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When i sat
With "That -Boy-"
He would stand
Looking,and-say-:
"I love you,girl
With your pretty curls-done-
And that booty shaking
Moves,clashing to your moody-times-
It like heaven!"
He even-said-
"To sit and know
That "wow"-you!-
Your just so-
So booty,so -shaking-"
And that all he'd say
That i was,in a way,-hott-
But dude,those days
Are anyways-past-
Hes gone along now,no more
Of all those-BootyCalls-
Because Boy,Im no meat
Im not Heated-up-
Chicken Breasts
So stop staring at my chest-Creep!-
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Sajdah Al-Riyami Poem
Will I be horny?
Will he make love to me?
Will I be a prostitute
In the streets?
Sajdah
Sajdah
Whatever you need
It aint free
And sex is a money tree
So Sajdah
Sajdah
(song rythm from the popular song "Que Sera".I really Wanted to send a message to those
girls who are growing up way to fast and are losing there childhood,also forgetting about the
most important life lessons:Education)
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That devilish smile
Can be permanent
On my pretty face
but all i hear is blabla
wa?
That mean-like look
Across that forehead
Plastered with no force
But do i care?
**SWISH**SWISH**Hair
Booze smells bad
Smoking.. I hate ashtrays
Chocolates are fatty carbs
Fake gold makes my eyes frown
Stop looking like a clown
I want you out my door
Boy,do i want you out that door
Nobody calls me a female dog
but me!(SHOUTS)
Now go slam the door on your way out
**Havent choose a category or title,for the JOB contest-You have to guess my idle Job*.*
After Job contest judged ill write it down;) So come back in a month or a few weeks **
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