Hunger:

Oh the look in their eyes,
When they beg for food,
How can I deny their cries?
When they deserve all good,

I extend my hand to the hungry child,
To put a piece of bread on his plate,
He hid pain in those eyes, when he smiled,
This kept me wondering while he ate,

How would I ever know how he feels?
How would I describe it to the unknown?
How would it feel to miss three daily meals?
Would poverty take over my homegrown?


How can I take life for granted, when I have more then enough?
How can I ask for more, when I have more then the above?
How can I deny the truth, when the truth has put me into test?
How can I fail to recognize The Maker of All Things, for he will put me to rest?
How will I appreciate for what I have, for I have gotten everything I need?
Therefore, to Allah I plead,
For the greed, never to mislead the innocent, but proceed to help them succeed,
…and to feed—their hunger.

Beauty Of Life

Beautify the inner side of life?
Having five kids and a loving wife,
Hard working man, whose duty, is to strive,
Build a healthy future for his kids to picture,
Give his kids the lecture of what they beholds is a treasure,
To capture the nature however not to harm,
But to open their arms to keep it warm,
(Boys)Teach life but don’t teach violence,
(Girls)Teach beauty but also teach confidence,
Acknowledge that silence is authority,
Respect those who deserve your integrity,
To get respect back in honesty,
The distance of love is far from hatred,
The distance of hate is close to desperate (to be loved)
Humans are never satisfied with their own needs,
We feed the greed while the poor need to eat!
Why despise my tribe when I dislike dispute,
The negativity I dilute so I keep it mute,
Through pain we gain dilution,
Fusion between you and me,
The inner beauty for others to sense and see, positively,
The purpose why I wrote this, is for you to realize,
That life is more than what psychologist can hypnotize,
Not idolize those who victimize but to keep life in ease,
God please, I’m bowing down on my knees,
Let those peeps in Middle East live in peace,
Africa is dying of Malaria with no medication to heal,
If I had one wish, Africa would know how full stomach feels,
Why is it different when John kills, his religion is unknown?
And when Hussein commits suicide bombing,Islam is so quick shown?
I know life is unpredictable, unexplainable, but ********* is discreditable!
If ninety percent believes we’re from Adam and Eve,
Why mislead and deceive the innocent into grief?
Why would one lie to make another cry?
Why oh why?

Leave Me Alone

Intellectually I speak,'

Cause my mind leaks,

With words and rhymes that need,

Heart and honesty,

I question, this corruption,

That got us living in poor,

I can't ignore, I'm so sore,

They dig me deep down to the core,

Oh Lord, Help us,

Why can't they let us live,

Let us achieve our goals,

Let us live in peace without war,

We're blinded from the truth,

Can't live without dues,

To many rules, to many insane people on loose,

We got politician's who act the fools,

We can't live without these,

All we need is world peace,

Especially in the Middle East,

Fighting and being killed while it's Ramadan,

I read the Du'as in the Quran for Islam,

They say they're looking for terrorist,

While they're killing innocent kids, and their parents,

I came here for freedom,

Not for ya to batter my religion,

Simply 'cause I'm a Muslim,

Now they hate me, because I use my wisdom,

Making sensible decisions and judgments,

I wear 'Hijab' for custom, just to tell them,

Who I am, and what I want,

And what I want is for you to leave me alone.

Poetry!

It was a talent that God has provided me,

Perhaps I am to be,

A nomad, with no land,

Its hard to believe, to see and understand,

But here I am, trying to answer your question,

And its a bit of a confession,

I’m from a region where regeneration is hard,

My vision of rejuvenation doesn’t play any part,

Seeing little brothers and sisters stabbed in the heart,

Fighting fathers and crying mothers,

Asking, why do we even bother?

It’s so wretched! How Africa is still famished of hunger,

And Tsunami victims were so rapid to recover,

However, its not tribe that’s divided my homeland,

Its businesses that was build by the rich men,

Insha Allah, I will touch my home sand,

Hopefully I wont die as a NO-LAND!

(That’s why I write poetry to express me ---

creativity of my intellectuality ---relates to thee ---

and I stand SOMALIA like the statue of liberty)

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Remember me? Your best pal,

I used the clean 'your' dirty spots to see 'me' clear,

Whenever I needed to cry, I used to sit here,

Mirror, mirror remember you told me those lies,
Told me I looked better in the devils eyes,

See the truth, sometimes lies when I'm happy,

Because happiness sometimes lies to me,

Confusions -mirrors illusions -mind delusions,

I'm accusing -for my mirror was abusing -my innocent soul,

Or was my soul part of this deceiving foul, part of this wicked goal,

Mirror, mirror on the wall,I swear I hate you, of them all,

I thought you concealed all of my secrets from being known,

Used to share each tear drop, as it poured at the floor back at home,

Hid from the mankind shown,

But now that I'm grown,

Little did I found, I was on my own,

Mirror -remember-when mother thought I was depressed,

You told me to 'relax, no need to stress

...told me to go out and have the 'teenage happiness'

I smiled and tilt my chin off my chest,

I said, 'Mirror, mirror you're the best,'

As I smoke 'swisher sweets' on my right hand,

Drinking alcohol with my 'best-friend'

As I remember the words you said 'again & again'

I came home late, drunk and confused,

My brain was abused -intoxicated,

I waited -till my mirror was clear for me to see,

I opened my eyes with tears, and my mirror!

Wasn’t there for me,

(It appeared, that my mirror disappeared, to a place called dreams;

Mirror will deceive, answers you'll receive, but it's not always what it seems.)

The True Love:

I never understood man,
Perhaps never wanted to understand,
I tried to expand my heart to an extend,
And I still seem not to comprehend,
I played defense, and at times it didn’t make sense,
But never bothered to play offense, so I stayed tense,
And whenever the ball was played over my fence,
Didn’t bother to catch, and went back to my shell,
See in this way I never had to rebel, rather said “oh well!”
…and moved on with my life, without the need to dwell,
Some said I’m scared, but was more careless then dared,
Careless on being paired, care-more for being shared,
Complicated to be compared, and confused to be repaired,
I wasn’t willing to lose virginity for the sake of love,
Unless love, consisted of;
House,
Children,
Religion,
Good health,
….anything of the above,
I’ve tried to give myself some time, to think it through,
But Truth knocked on my door and said “I love you”

I’ve learned lessons without making mistakes,
I’ve learned love without the need of heartbreaks,
I’ve learned pain without being bit by a snake,
I’ve learned evil without the need to partake and fake,
I’ve found faith, due to my patience for destiny,
I’ve found love, because purity was precious to me.

Mr. Freedom

Now Freely is the son of Freedom,
And had a daughter called little Free,
And Free always liked the dark,
In fact, evil was her true mark,
Freely would leave Free drifting in the park,
Until she got screwed by a man called Mr. Politic Shark
Mr. Politic was against her father Mr. Freedom,
And told Freedom was too free to be freely,
Ruined all his money by producing Freely and Free,
Politic gave Free a gun to kill her daddy,
And Freely was too weak to fight Free,
…now Freedom was killed by his own daughter,
Freely was left without a father,
And Free married Mr. Politic later,
…this made her,
Mrs. FREE POLITIC!

You seek freedom,
And say “free them!”
But freedom,
Never freed him,
But free left death and pain,
Because Freedom is just a name,

Fear Of Flying!

You recognize the sweetness of life when you're on the edge of death,
We cry at birth for joy and weep at the end for our last breath,
How can I be hunger for truth, when truth was known?
How can I miss prayer, when day and night was shown?
How can I desire happiness in the way of the kufar?
How can I ignore warnings when I heard “Allahu Akbar”?
Let me breathe in life, exhale the truth, and recognize reality,
I know I pursued the wrong path, but I’m asking for mercy,
God you see! I will do better if life prolongs for me,
I’ve knocked down walls, yet not gained much at all,
I recall when I wanted to wear skirts and shawl,

...until I heard Satan call
With monsters I brawled, in darkness I’ve crawled,
Now I’m rising 10,000s feet above ground, scared to fall!

Frustrated

Time is taking a tour of my life,
These days keep passing me by,
Trying to figure why,
And where my destination lies,
God, please hear these cries,
I want to be able to win and not loose
I'm accused of being confused,
Yet I refuse to be abused,
…my rules I want to bend,
I want to improve, my body and strength,
Be who I want to be, even if they say “you can't”
I don't need ignorant people to make me understand,
I just want to use my knowledge—go to college,
Make my parents proud of me and show her what I've accomplished,
Before I vanish from a world that's trying to take advantage—of me,
That's why I cry to thee,
So please Lord, Help me,
Lead me to the road that Aisha and Mariama went,
Lead me to the road that the prophets were sent,
Please --I'm here on my knees, beggin',
Praying to you every day that I can,
So I can be the one promised to go to heaven,
I try so hard, not to be too far,
Pray for those that live in a world of scar,
Those innocent Muslims behind the bar,
Send them help to survive the war,
They show mercy-when Tsunami hits innocent victims,
But I guess it's different -when you're killing -innocent Muslims,
My rhymes --last like chronic,
I vomit --every time I hear politics
So this I skip,
Matter fact,
F--k it,
This world is so corrupted,
Its ignorant people and their dumb shit,
Though I wished I could have changed it,
I can't take it,
But I hope I can make it. (Difference)

Lyrical Outbreak

I don’t enjoy writing poetry, but poetry enjoys writing me,
And each time I script words kindly, painful tears burst out free,
…so I express myself freely, until the moment my ink runs empty,
Then I vomit letters, that form words that are built to make sense,
I get enormously tense, each time I form the next sentence,
I like to play with words and puzzle it into lines, (to build excellence)
But it’s not easy to put sweet words, into bitter rhymes,
I’m bored out of my sane mind –now I’m lyrically & insane, combined,
My friends left me behind, because Saturday was there night to dine,
Instead I feed off poetry, which is the only way I get mine,
Call me junior Mos Def, because I make the deaf mostly hear death,
…free the blind from the unseen, and feed the addicts words full of meth,
It’s too hard for my rival to find their path, so I let them catch their breath,
I’m waiting for another lyricist nick, so I can finally put this text to rest,
I’m guaranteed to outshine any bitch in this script, try to put me to test,
I’m innocent like a bird and fly like an eagle, until you mess with my nest,
Yes, I’m trying to confess, that I’m officially aiming to be the best,
I’m not trying to impress or be more then less I already Iz,
Ebonically I flow, lyrically I’m blow,
Ironically you know, exotically I show,
…there is nothing more to say, off I go.

Poeticonscious Politic Views;

First of all, I hope everyone who’s reading this blog is in good health, and blessed in every angle. Secondly, I have received couple of emails from several readers, who were wondering about my political views in Somalia (East Africa) and what I think should happen or happened in Somalia.

What do you think about the country?

What I want my readers to know is that, I’m hoping the best for my country and most of what I write in this blog is definitely motivated by what has happened, and the struggle my people have gone through in the past. Yes, people have died, people have bled, people have lost, and people have suffered from what happened in the war, but I don’t think we should dwell in the past, but learn from our mistakes and move on to the future. Its unbelievable how many people are still speaking dreadfully about other people’s tribe, having the knowledge what happened in the past was due to the same predicament they speak in till this day on. We were given tribes, not to divide each other, but to identify one another, which is the equation that most Somali’s have hard time solving.

What do you think about the recent war?

It was very excruciating, and terrifying. When we thought things were getting better, things essentially got worse. It was very daunting to see two political groups battling with each other, without looking at the tussle of the innocent civilians that were trapped in the chaos. You had the Islamic Union Court, whom were fighting under the name of God vs. the Government who were fighting under the name of _____ I don’t know, perhaps the country, and in between the heat were the innocent civilians who were stuck in the middle, both groups were being egoistic and too greedy to look what was best for the people who have suffered +16 years, but rather too voracious to have “power”.

I know I couldn’t answer all the questions, but I promise (insha Allah) to get back with some more answers. Keep making my inbox full, I truly enjoy it.

P.

Guilty

Shall I feel guilty for feeling sad?
…for I have read a book,
Shall I feel guilty for being mad?
…for I have watched a crook,

Shall I feel guilty for being happy?
…for I have sisters and brothers still alive?
Shall I feel guilty for being me?
…for I breathe unlike those that couldn’t survive,

Shall I feel guilty for being Muslim?
…for I follow the current Prophet (scw)
Shall I feel guilty for protecting a religion?
…for I will be punished to ever regret,

Shall I feel guilty for giving the poor?
…for I have been in the same predicament,
Shall I feel guilty for giving less then more?
…for I am rewarded to give and to repent,

I shall always feel guilty for I am not innocent,
…for I have what the poor never had,

I shall always feel guilty for the worthless spent,
…for I am blessed to have bread and mattress pad,

I am guilty for trashing foods, for I am full,
I am guilty for bashing moods, for I am dull,
I am guilty until proven innocent …for I am null

In Memory Of You

They tell me that love would make me blind
…that love is one of a kind, that can be unkind,
But you have defined my life, like no other mankind,
Portray my ups and downs, while others were trying to find,
…No matter how far the distance is, I still keep you in mind,
My friends tell me to move on, and leave you behind,
Although I tried --and tried to put you aside,
…my feelings inside weren’t able to let things slide,
Feelings clashed like Jekyll and Hyde,
Later bonded like Bonnie and Clyde --left us bona fide,
I know you’re on the far side, but in my heart and mind you reside,
I lyrically spit these words to get through,
While I move on with the leftover memories of you,
You’re now gone for me to miss
Reminisce of our soul kiss,
Your last day was my last bliss,
I tried to consent at this,
But you resist—to exist in my heart,
And I keep painting this abstract art,
--to express for the most parts,
And when the reality kicks in,
You were my one and only Nin (man)
…that made me comprehend,
Le monde est pour que nous conquièrent,
Right then --I know you were heaven sent,
I thought the world was never going to end,
As long as you were breathing,
But now that you’re gone, my heart is aching,
My soul is taking—over me,
Why is it that I can’t live happily?
God please answer me,
I’m bleeding in this canto,
Expressing my feelings in impromptu,
Writing “…in memory of you”

Dear Father

It was in 1996, when the world has turned me down,
Looked around, but there was no single soul to be found,
I was a young child, lost and baffled in the woods,
Had all the bad days, but couldn’t find any goods,
I was taught to be a survivor, and find my way home,
Couldn’t show my fears, so I pretended to be strong,
Deep down, wishing that my father came along,
Smelling the scent of his strong cologne, he used to put it on,
We were the perfect homegrown, until he left to a place unknown,
Wondering why he would leave us in this cold mess,
So I went on a journey to find his new address,
Walking barefooted, hungry and feel less –blessed,
I wrote words to express and release all the stress,
But none of these words seemed to make me relax,
Dear Father,
You told me “anger is for the weak, and patients build strengths”
If anger was a measurement, no one in this world would know my length,
Daddy I need to confess, I never cried on the day of your death,
Didn’t want to make you feel sad, so I instead toke a deep breath,
You left a mother full of tears and aches,
…and siblings with full of regret and heart breaks,
I was the youngest in the house, so you kept me from harm,
If jealousy would arouse, you would keep me in your arms,
Now, I spend most of my times in my room, in my bed,
With cold feet writing words of art, under my blanket,
I gave money out to the poor, so God would help you more,
Prayed five times, so God would open the heavenly door,
I know many continue to adore, how you gave them a life to live for,
That’s why I love you daddy, and I wish you could see,
How a daughter you raised, turned out to be,
Don’t worry aabo, I’m still aiming for the number seven,
So Insha Allah we meet, in the highest heaven,

Sincerely Yours,

Your ever-loving daughter

(Dedicated To My Father Who Has Passed Away)

To My Lovely Fans...

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Thank you,

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The One

From the day I met you, till now,
We linger to retain our vow,
…and how we disallow,
…people to get between the two of us,
Plus, all they leave us is in the dust with their fuss,
And I can’t live without you, ‘cause our love is a must,
I remain to script you these words, my xabibi,
As I ask my Rabi for mercy and blessings for this destiny,
Together infinity we‘ll be, so we can see, how our life is meant to be,
The good and the bad times, I’ll be there to care for you as you defend me,
Right or wrong with you I agree,
Innocent or guilty with you I plea,
In your heart I flea, seeking for refugee,
You’re like the air I breathe when I feel relieved,
You’re a million dollar dream that I've achieved,
You’re my seven layered heaven I received,
I believed I could move on, but I keep coming back,
Knowing that I lack running in this circled track,
Its like a voodoo attack that I can’t beat,
I’m longing for your smell every time I try to cheat,
Is like a puppy missing his cookie treat,
Is like skipping a beat in my heart, feeling incomplete,
Indeed you are my day and night, moon and the sun,
From the day I met you, I knew you were the one,

My Poetry

Let me present my poetry to those who don’t know,
What it does for me and how I like to flow,
Its like a fantasy world I under go, when I’m down below
I’m like the old fashioned beauty of poetry like Merlyn Monroe,
Still alive --and still feel the vibe and ---still freshly ripe whenever I type,
I’m like the new ritual of peace pipe,
They endure to question me “Lyrical, what’s your tribe?”
Hawiye, Darood and Madhiban I remain to jibe,
Swing all ways with a mind that’s focused bright,
I’m Somali why would I chose a side, when many have died?
Last time I tried, my people have divide, and my country collided
So I decided ---to write my poetry in ease,
…with tears I write for my country for peace.

My Best Friend

The only friend I had in the hood,
…is leaving me for good,
If I could –I swear I would,
...take back my friend for good,
I don’t know if whether I should,
…let her go for good,


Two years of friendship felt like a century,
Older couple of years, so you pampered me,
Did everything I need it very tenderly,
Fought now and then but it never bothered thee,
Rather constructed our friendship very strongly,
Was there for me mentally and physically,
Never spoke in vain but spoke very positively,
If I cry in this script please don’t mind me?
Because I’m already in tears mildly,
I know its time to move on in life,
Get married and have few or five,
Can’t believe you’re becoming a wife,
Finally hitting the thrive and moving up to strive,
I’m not willing to live without a true friend,
So what is there to do then?
…let you leave me here alone,
Leave me in this so-called home,
Remain to have a verbal conversation on the phone,
But Walaahi, I can’t stand having you gone,

A Place

I’m from a place where beauty is not seen,
…souls are mean,
…blood shed between --people with the same Deen,

I’m from a place where we have lost and yet nothing gained,
…a place where the reasons are still unexplained, but left us drained,

I’m from a place where I agonize from the after-image,
So much misunderstandings yet share one language,

What is this curse we can’t find, that made us blind,
That made us fall behind, from the rest of the mankind,

If we believe in “Islam” the religion of peace,
Why is it that we can’t find ease?
No matter how much I beg ‘oh Allah, please’
We find warlord expertise that are hard to please,

No matter how much our people bleed,
There are those who fight for greed.


What we need --is each other,
We need to succeed --together.

"Why Oh Why"

Intellectually I speak
…with a mind that leaks,
…and a heart that’s weak,

Today I came across a sign that made me realize,
A sign that opened my eyes and made me criticize,
…of how narrow minded some people could be,
Celebrating the blood of victory, something irreligiously,
Walking down the memorial; people waving the American Flag,
Wearing t-shirts “Support our troops” scripted in the back,
Motorcylers tattooed “Eagle” on the side of their neck,
The country –who accepted me –and gave me food,
Gave me education –gave me all they could,
How can these evil people treat me so good?
Am I a project their after to make a name for their own?
Did they accept me ‘cause of the tears I’ve shown?
Or to claim to have Muslim citizens living at home?
Questions running circles in my mind,
Searching for answers that I’m not able to find,
This is not matter of oil or money anymore!
How could you invade homes and kill the poor?

This sign opened my eyes, today,
Made me see the reality, with the message they convey,
What else can I say?
Brothers and sisters, today is the day,
For you to grab the chance and pray,
…don’t turn away for your faith
Start now, for tomorrow might be too late.