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Madness(2)

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"

Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2009



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Ramadan:First Verse

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

Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2009

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You Kill With Your Hate

**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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Not Just a Pretty Face

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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"killing Under the Cloak of Murder Is No Different Than Murder"

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

Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2010



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Skeletons

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
.

Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2009

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I Just Raped/Got Raped

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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With That Creep!

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!-

Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2009

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When I Was Just a Little Girl,I Asked My Mother What Will I Be

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)

Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2009

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Fara5*empty-In Arabic*

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 **

Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2009

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Book: Shattered Sighs