Religion

Speaks for itself!

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World Slogans... in all forms...

First it was one
Then it was two now its three
The four musketeers are we
If i tell all the stories, adventures
Rides we've been
The bestseller number one we'll be

Dance, Dance, Dance

From the crazy little midget
To the ups and downs of Margret
Nancy and the four year old cubblet
I have changed and would not be the same
Rocking the middle east still playing the game

We've had our laughs, we've had our cries
We've even fought only for a little while
The age gap might be wide
But as for our souls we have combined

This poem is different from the latter
My insides arnt ripping from the clatter
Instead my friendships are gaining more matter!

The jazz is seeping through the floors
Of our dancing, wild imaginative claws
Beauty, fitness and health bestows our minuscule flaws

Rule the world for independence is mine
The beautiful is always bizarre
Let the banners spread like wild flower
We all aspire to be the next dreamer
For our sparkled personalities
Will become like Sapphire

Gems, jewels, uncut diamond rockafellas
Watch out
For the 4 daggers will fight you with menacing Glares
All glistening with the profound feeling
Of being the most fiery flares

It was a short time
But time is all that counts
The friendship felt forever
The laughs still ring but are somber
Truth or dare?
Dare always seemed to be the answer
We are going to be the girls and boys that meet in between
You climbed so high you reached the sky
So proud you called your boys all around
Protect and serve show no fear
For you are my boys
The rivering meander
That curbs to a heal
Your smiles still glow
Your wits still near
You might be in heaven
But your souls still here
We all say REST IN PEACE
Peace is where the heart is
No machine, gun, bomb will rain
As long as Des and Darrell
Are the shinning rays of the milky ways sparkling gems
Our love is with you forever
Our words will blow with the wind of time
The pain will heal
The memory will stay
The conflict will be
Therefore the misery shall pay
The lives that took
Let the world awake
For the R.I.P maeks on the graves shall no longer
Bare the pain of the heart aches...
We as one shall overcome for the two souls of our loved ones
Compared to that of the world
Let it be known we all stand as ONE

The Weakness

To start from the beginning maybe a complex thing
To start from the now would make it a common transaction
Nerves and strangeness loomed and would have been forbidden

But the way of life that lingers amongst the foreign
Is something one has to surround themselves in
Weird, odd, in a way freakishly comforting
Words cannot describe the feeling of an emotion

But for 2 people living in a triangular theme song
The awkward bows of greeting
The intriguing eye goggling
The words that sometimes would not follow
Just the string of memories hollowed

Alike i can say in some way
Traditions follow that of the English heritage
The collectible items that stay hidden amongst the unit
Absolutely fabulous darling is a gift from our fellow cupid

The word EX to me sounds too foreboding
Not many go through such extreme introductions
Not many come out even smiling
But the air that hoovers seems to be kindling

Two worlds apart
With one thing in common
And to call it a thing may have been a contradiction
The fear of meeting is long gone
You could say its sailing across the ocean

For now the direction is misguiding
But for the future a friend sweetie darling is in the scheming
For me the new is fascinating
For you it could be eye opening

Speaking of the age there's definitely a gap
Connection is where it makes a clap
Dispersing to other ends of the world
I with my fingers crossing
Am hoping to be on the map.

The Bay of Roots

Beirut lights mixed with triptonic thunder strikes
Cold as the night
The words of murmured rhymes come together
Into beats as lighting bites
Hail, rain, umbrellas
Fairouz - "Bous il Wawa"
Remarks the sign of Gaza
And the Intifada
Underground hip hop all around
Free styles, words crying
The smoke that brings your world flying
The lit cherry of obscure dancing
Images on the wall
Through the eye of the projecting
Electricity
Dark corners flashing neon
Conversations staggering
Thoughts glimmering
People all around
Like a jangled web
All caught in the moment
Of shivering vibration
Hot, Cold, Sweaty
Jammed in a Lebanese taxi
"Wow, your face is so close to mine"
Bumping into the roof of the odysee
Chilled to the bone and all crazy
Stuck between Iraq and a hard place
Lyrics booming
The boom box so close
I can hear it lurking
Sounds of crystals smashing
Waves gaining as the Beirut lights come to
A shimmering.

The Controversial

"You hypocrite! First remove the beam from your own eye, and then you will see clearly enough to remove the speck from your brother's eye."

oh woe is me
so busy blaming others
for the mishaps of thee
you see yourself through the eyes of the beholder
others see you as the pain of their misery

weeping for our nations fragility
we seem to have forgotten
the international suffering and infirmity

we think you are the devil of destruction
you think we are the blood sucking terrorist of ruination
all living in one bubble, under one roof hoping for reconciliation

but will it come? they say the difference between arabs and jews is that they have no place to go.

so what would the difference be between us all? 1 square meter by 6 degrees of separation?

is it my hair? his nose? her shoes? his gun?
what will it be?
the west may compare us to uncivilized monkeys, but arent we?
some developed, some under developed, some happy, some bewildered and manic.
but isn't the air we breathe shared, or is that too divided into class of heirachy?

"never this..never that!!! the war must go on. let our lands be at one..."
to their ears blah blah blah!!!
to our ears we too soon will be saying blah blah blah!!!

and soon it will be hitting the bells and songs of our churches and mosques, buddhist temples and even parliamentarian desks.

The Number Game

Allah U Akabar, Allah U Akbar, Bismillah Il Rahman Al Raheem

Do the markings of allah offend you?
Are these the cursed words of man?
Is it because you feel you are stronger?
Whiter?
American?
Dont answer the questions with a question

Is your soul so black and twisted that you have become blind?

Do the images on the wall not concur your soul?

Or are you so ignorant to know right from wrong?

The numbers are gaining..higher..higher..higher..
Bomb,bomb,bomb
You think its funny
Bodies are lying, our blood is dripping
The worlds tears are flowing
Insanity rings in the ears of diplomacy
bomb, bomb, bomb
"You my young friend will serve"
"You my boys of the US of A"
Will die because i say
war War War

Have the words, yells, cries, screams
Enough ENOUGH
NO MORE SHALL BLOOD REAP THOUGH MY LAND
Not hit ur feeble mind

Because you are white u think you are pure?

Purity has failed the dna gene your body cannot prevail
White, black, brown, yellow

Do we disgrace thee?
For i one woman cannot find the answer to your cob webbed mind
Millions have fought thee, millions have belted to thee

Yet you seem to be marked with the vision of the axis of evil
So who will it be?

The middle east, asia, africa, europe or the west indies???
For we are all different with secrets to hold

If we do not obeyed by thee
What will come of me
What will come of all of me

For i am not one
For if you could see
Your eyes will burn with the longing for grief

You feel proud to be a candidate, a ruler longing for peace?

I am the eyes of the beholder for you will never be.