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Social upset, grassroots transformation from the old tactics to more objectionable way resolve our quarrel with the world? Is this it! Have we paid our gratuity from our own doing?







The pictures are a protest against the ill will threatening the lives many Somali immigrants residing in South Africa. And the perished “may they find peace.’’ The redundant killings of Somali Shop owners are staggering. We are face with choice be informed-and inform others of this atrocity.

what road would be less traveled and which more traveled?

hello everyone,
I do appreciate the time you take to visit this website, but i reconsidering the blog. Taking a time off! I don't know yet! will see
thanks,everyone

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Well, here goes my aim at world politic. As you visited this page, please write your feedback, good or bad!


Ivy world with icy toe
Senile politics as a seminar expo
We’re submerge like tree roots in limbo
Scarcity put on illusive play,
At the hands of War
Our worries of oil coils up the feeding highways of
our hurting economic scar,
Of personified bleeding green
to greed and expandable wealthcare,
Demagogue demo of democracy wilted
the world on demand but not dependable solutions

We plucked what little spirit linger on earth
reminiscing mother’s drift to stillbirth
Fetus rattles with unrelenting hope
What waits him now? Ravaged rotten, ridiculing his rumen noodle!
Stars rave us to remain a humble
Feuds collapse good virtues to roll like wrinkles
Citizens of a good nation craved like wolf packs out on hunting
Fear incarcerated the weak and the sturdy thrive in hut
No past escape, old times all accounted
Figure of foe everyone descend like quick sand
walking timber we torched the sea
Vandalized vision we dare try to build with gun
We are on foreclosure like failing organ


For the past decade and half that river of optimist fled
Let freedom rain I hear with its every drop soaking the harden hope
Unlikeus ! Rebalancing a shift of time the crate so loose today a new day in sight
They say I’m sensing hope as sign like of Moses right of passage to quarrel with history
I see the sea splitting like a hair at the other end all my good history on bench mark resumes
But the pessimistic side of me grants a mockery of credit line, history repeats itself everyday!
I say don’t take my joy for the day miser was a shelter of mine and let me cease the moment for another day!
They tell me a merger is in many miles away so keep milking and walkabout your way
Aiy! Wait a minute were they highway they tell me when about high noon you hit the road so keep hammering your feet
I tried to harness energy from this mirage
Where are my wild mushrooms so I could head to that many miles away?
Mimicking the sound nature I came to baxarsaaf(meeting tree for somalis) so lay there waiting for merger
When I realize it’s a big umbrella so every day history repeats itself!
To me, this short live history in a hope of better day
Its were shop for my ideal day if I’m shimmering with excite so shall it not be shallow and Somalia shall not decay

Mother's Day, indeed very important day of the year. I had couple reflection dealing with the conundrum motherhood. A day to note that mother traded their lifes for yours- Any aspiration she had for herself, any achievement she wanted to part take all were put on hold to carter to your pinnacle in health and achievement.

Humanity exist beneath her feet and giving rise to different nations with distinct shades, languages and cultural riches. Housed in her womb you have not acquired language, cultural bias,polluting social constraint. your are protected and nourished from all while in her womb.

You raised me as a heaven breed
You are sweeter than anything that incapacitates
My taste buds yet your love is more potent feed
Your laughter a ripple love wrappes around me
You are concierge of pleasure to my inner conscious
Your riveting qualities elevate my roots
You are like oracle that revive my spirit
They call it maternal instinct
I call you maternally distinct
My deeds can’t ride off your deed even if
I could make a mount bent for you to rest on forever



Mother
Your womb house me
Your milk nourished me
Your hands bathe with love
Your eye forecast my troubles
Your mouth encourage the
Your ears caringly listen
Your body ace as held firm arm from all that sleep less nights
Your mind devoted its every stimuli
Your craving feed me with love, care, yet delicate and fragile
sources of all that is gentle and precious

feel free to correct me, most of the time i will post prematurly to get your input.
hopefully it should bit more clean. thank you

Bitter soul succumbs to life many faulty ways
Anger hate makes you got off to cloud eight
Judgment Passed to frown it sinful ways
Now the mind travels infinitely to dig the soul
Nostalgia settles in like debris
Natures iris pier thee profound difficulty

Social contract falls out love
Like movie its credits dove
We badger ourselves as absent participant
War in the native land is an abstract occupant
Clouds in grieve sicken by gun powder
Every day struggle to hinge power
Tribes on class action pursuit
Its judges and jury silence by liable suit
Flamboyant theory runs across villages
Villager turn politician at this age
Rules bent to axe the limbs of the weak like limber tree
Flash and metal battle to shake humanity free
Religion retro-outfit by tribal culture
Butchery has open market for torture

Last night, we were on verge to digress the root problems that lead to Africans unending fall and Where they stem from. Such being -How the African became self absorbed and a bourgeois puppet for veiled rulers. And Africa’s unhealthy relationship with the proletarian social class that labors commodity that which lacks internal utilization, further; how it leads to subjective abuse to development. Additionally, what it means for China to shift its focus to feast on Africa abundant energy resources? How do today’s marvels ideas such Clashes of Civilization and End of History fit in that platform of the Africans dilemma? What causes the African to miss out on any form of nonviolent social protest or movement for the betterment of society which they live under? Did time expire for the African to fully develop? Would the Africans ever learn to stop exploitation they endure for so long, say enough is enough?

Many are quick to mention that exploitation fabricated blame to adjust for the lack of achievement partly by the sleeping African. What was exactly this lack of achievement that west justifiably used against the African? Categorically, many Africans will fester that the colonial of west used Africa as stepping stone to development.

Discussions necessitate the creations of paradigms to answer many of the worries latched against Africa.


These are interesting topic I like to see people write about…


Darwishaner

Polemic culture like vulture
Eating, dinning on soul voraciously
Hemorrhaging our taboo to torture
Agonizing it to rapture
Its abnormal to concede
The world mocks to secede ourselves to be stampede
Homage will not be extended but
provoke to indulge ourselves to chicken feed
devour ourselves to the sea feed
nothing left of us shall be embroidered vans and
Arteries with out vital signs
In our homage shall be epic engrave irreverently
reading between the lines of tragedy no hindsight

enjoy as always!

Cali Mire Cawaale
From sight, age bountiful wisdom dreads off Mr. Cali Mire, for those don’t know him; its history lesson in recesses from our minds. Mr. Mire conjures up the utter nuisance crafted in lips so, that the gesture of the hand to translated it on to paper. To quote him in this context, would be far skewed from the real translation; an uneducated mind is unworthy of nation. He campaigned for literacy for many Somali’s to reap the benefit of stimulated hearts and minds. A linguist, teacher, a Father of Nation revered for many astonishing nation building he undertook. The Somali language is spoken though not written until Vietnam era. History foot steps echo’s in the shadow praising him. If the walls could talk or shrill to bestow honor those that honored us it wouldn’t fall short from Mr. Ali. In the Somali circle egos pierce the sky in dire irony. In retrospect, we learn to recognize one of our own with noble act. It’s the gradual step that will restore our unity. Today, we hope to return the favor by celebrating with him, and his family and the community of Columbus,OH. 3/26/03

Exposed to…
Attribute to human life lost to the drought and other living beings.
Let me side track “ from sool and sanaag” some will coin that exclusively but let
me say this, its for all Somalis’ affect by the drought. These days you want to be politically correct. That phase seized my tongue..enough side tracking.
Well, enjoy as always…till next time

Its natures tease in ambient ways
To unravel the riddle of life’s away
Remarking on reality
Terrene for every creature mesmerizing in an array
From small to large astonishing endeavors display
Assemble delightfully from bay to Red sea
Bearing papaya once a seed with sobering smile
Simmering sun light soothing to soul like soul mate
From Sool to Sanaag soaring rain
The sand depleted its salivary no saliva abstained
It’s outbound from campaign in our background
Absent from Backyard like drown bullet round
Expose to nature cruel canvas, calf impound
From Dust to dust bedazzling earthbound

I just wrote this poem today. It's sort of inspirational to awaken the giant within us.


Blue and white natures blend
It's the cover to my nest that descends
it lies were the eye can't transcend
it's the skin that sheds blue
once graceful now a flue
gravity is by your girth
there is room for growth
dichotomy dials your destiny
resurrect me from this doomy dream in dignity
I dream of making many wrongs right
righousness to remedy my ruin nights


please enjoy and leave comment to steer me right!

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After reading this poem, some of friends liked it. So, this is the test ground to lay this words.


we chant tunes that turn deaf to us
the parades of wisdom are like mare voids
excavated like cavity no parable to reap
engraving of our brethren, earth remembers its mishaps
we drought our mind until there is nothing to marvels
no drop of observation enchants our ways
galaxies intensifies but we give no glimpse to grasps our mind


free from structure chaos....its short...

I'm interested in art of writing poems free from structure. I have couple of poems but need more work. I'm open to suggestion by making comment on them. Introducing elements such as sound, sight, smell and comedy. Though is ironic having roots to The land of Punt.

Nomad to gypsy in nomans land
my mind spinning in instantaneous velocity
journeying in travesties like travelacity
My breathe ripping like Adam from eve
My virgin lungs gasping for air in grieve
Where is it going? Oh, they enlighten me,
it's on terminal leave!
Cutting streamlines on casting call in comatose
conniving characters eating adipose
They tell me it's blazing in here quit wheezing
Soaked in smoke my soul skied into convulsing
it looks like birth tree
it bears my affairs need of repair
they say its diagnosed with leisurewear by
tyrant in despair.

This poem come to light while @ shiisha Cafee. it sort of talks about the experience of smoking
shiisha @ Gypsy's.

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