Pandora’s Box

Pandora’s Box had a name

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One eyed monster

Power up your future to play what the world has come ta

Anything you say will be monitored and confronted

Undertones in policy making may get you hunted

Neuronal growth stunted

Spiritual development’s irrelevant as “religion is for the least intelligent”

Propaganda stating belligerent exclamations

Out of context

But these sound bytes’ for shock and awe not for substance

Besides most minds consist of sterner stuff

Punks step up like cloned warriors and burners bust

Bullets touch gracefully upside but look at the upside if you die

Then you may rise as martyr in the after-life.

Hook up a capture card to catch the lie

All in one

Life Death and life again in a black box go get you one

All black everything with a white peephole

That seep souls like vacuums snatching children up out a mothers’ womb

Life Death and life again in a black box with a blinder as a binding covenant

The government will send their Black Ops if you dare see

Freedom outside of these the black spots

Or the order in the heavens so present your back drops

Diagonal to the ground like how most infants crown flesh plated rings of fire when coming out of a mother’s womb.

They lay you flat and bury you inside an earthly tomb.

But who will pray over your funeral?

Pandora’s Box

Syrian Hajj

What if all the Syrian fighters stopped and went to Hajj?
‘exchanged all their arms for garments in ihram
Shelled out buildings vacant
Children at the border patient waiting for close relations to take them
Singly Facing the qiblah as one nation holding only one station
Slave of Allah
No raids and raising Hell in the desert sun no raging
Peace being spread in a cadence
till celebration of Eid And Sacrificing Hady
Zakat paid so lots made for the poor and big plates at the orphan’s door
Wish I could say labbayk
Allahuma labbayk
When the Syrians come together for Allah the Great!
And whatever hate
Is for Allah’s sake
Make Tawaf with a squad in masjid al haraam
no alarm from the black stone to Ibrahim’s maqam
Can you imagine when the stones get thrown?
At Arafat they pray for the prone back home
The Lone graves and the mass ditches
Soldiers cry reciting Suratul Buruj giving up they riches.
Fear the statement of Allah
So everybody crying making sincere taubah on yawmul Arafat.
Keeping the Eid just Salaam and tears
No fear of government to tear what Allah brings near.

To aim higher

Put your money up
Buy abandoned Newark buildings
Turn it to a private school for under priv’ledged children
Put your dollars in a pot
Buy a vacant lot
And grow a garden make urban ghettoes a staple crop
Make the dope block where hustlers and pimps meet
Bazaar where the family ends meet
Instead of block parties with stages for djays
put a grand scale on the stage
Pray…Then weigh
Make lady liberty stand up for her rep
And put justice and equality over debt
Push intellectual property in step with the market of the ghetto that you target then we’re set
I guess …That’s all wishful thinking
Flip the world round the bottom to the top like sinking
But we’re all bound
For death and dirt my soul’s not for hire
Take time not wasting my mind with these liars
They call me to the fire
Through all of my desires
I remember the Wrath
And then I just retire
You could have all I gasp at
And ask how much?
Model citizens are priceless
Especially when righteous
And so are … Witnesses
Picture this
Even in the dark abyss
There will always be witnesses
Can’t turn out the lights on the light giver
When He feel it’s right He get right witcha
What’ll hit will never miss ya

Poetic Reflection

Poems written like stones thrown at the sinner
Pelted rocks swoon like hail falling in winter
Hard to walk the road with the party on the side
Like Signs to veer off where goodness don’t coincide
Rather rest under a tree than a motel
All the Amenities accompany fools to hell
May God forgive me for tiring on the path
I got enough to stretch out a breath before I pass
InshaAllah

Pigs, Projects and Us

We were penned like pigs
Projects where we live
A project for the Pigs
To get us all in the Pen
Got us trained with the schools
Psychological tools
Bells and lines gray paint in the cafeteria too
So when we concentrate again
We reverse from being men
To the children we were back when
Except fights today end lives
A child can forgive and make ties more suitable to survive
Even in a world of lies!
But we die from deep Stabs from knives
And atrocious acts brutalize the mind where there’s no turning back
But if you fear God
Then structure your life with time off
To worship the Lord
Your eyes see different than what is set before
Project of palaces
In store for those seek knowledge just
To get close to God and not to point out the obvious
Renewed goal will warrant a review of the soul
And what holds you back from applying what you know
So self reflection and prayer become protection
Silence is gold a currency squandered when guessing
Bankrolled with I don’t know
Smiling’s a charitable expression

Living in the World

This is for the 9-6 workers 12 hour shift non exempt
Over 40 hours spent at work and only pay the rent
Hit the ground running outta college with degrees
Turn you back round to the loan office work ain’t working for me

I got the gumbo in the pot
The flame on low
All my eggs in a job where I’m seeing no growth
And my loans just kicked in
Bills dimming my hope
And my cousin day dreaming I ain’t reaching his scope
I need to lower my gaze
I wanna impress women
But the maintenance of woman is complicated division
In my hood they sell crack, would rather avoid prison
I never would considered that being a hard decision
This recession got these people with masters looking for work
While they masking the poverty niggas masters in getting hurt
The vast majority of the masses looking to dirt
And say why am I here rather than there? What’s ya worth ?! (Huh)

Raise hands to the sky and pray God you alive
Life is a battlefield as you rise think survive
And don’t fear death the war’s over when you die
God’ll tell you if you won
The day’s begun

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Hiatus pt. 1

Hiatus from the world
Love to be secluded
Even when I’m in a crowd I keep Em’ muted
Rather listen to music
Cause most of what I’m approached with is stupid
I focus on the sky kick the computer reboot it
I gotta get a telescope, Close in on the moon
Mark the wind and write an almanac
Globally in tuned
Watch the world from a distance
Pitted like the dates I eat
The seeds can be sown
I release them in the summer heat
I’m finding myself
Striving to align with the Truths
I meet you on this road that’ll be cool
But still I ain’t no fool
I heard a liar’s waiting on the path
Buying souls and selling trash
I could see it clear as glass
All this Smokeless fire in the grass
I gasp
The wrath
Locking him up in chains
29..30 days won’t hear him calling my name

Hiatus pt. 2

Hiatus from the world
Love to be secluded
Even when I’m in a crowd I keep Em muted
Rather listen to music
Cause most of what I’m approached with is stupid
Focus on the sky kick the computer remove it
Turning off the radio all the music rebuke it
Whispers in the air leading to something that’s foolish
Indoctrination, flimsy recitations of movie scenes of fiends not in prostration
Re enacted on blocks cops and hot shell casings
White sheets over dead teens with no relation
Makes me sick these tombs with foolish engravings
“No praying…just playing”
They get stuck in the head like cement glue stuck on a wedge
Under doorways to the heart
Could never replace thoughts of fort like stars that witness
Righteous human beings thrown into fire filled ditches
The perpetrators sit and watch too
And God watch too!
can’t wait to see what God gon’ do
Grab a reciter hear the news
Grab a Quran and read the paper too
Evil doers get they just due
So what about you?

The Black Hole Theory

Overlapping rhetoric better written in Javascript

Calculated racism blatantly spewed through politics

Brought into fruition with waivers signed so that freedom leaves

And “free will” is replaced by following orders immediately

Constant vortex of information

Penetrating skulls leave black holes of lies like a third eye

Roaming and bobbling, speed reading

Inundated with these heathens with bleeding hearts so indecent I close mines

Can’t look down

Walking in the sky too ashamed  to hit ground

Better if you try to grasp some substance,

steal what matters to these actors in function

Clear  a circumference of room to consume

The intake is heavy and tends to cause gloom

So faces are darkened

Attracting those departing from truth

To wallow in conjecture until their spooked

Trapped by their fears and captured by a black hole

Faces are darkened

Horrified for they  now know

As light leaves with a slight breeze and your left astray

Till bound with a tight squeeze flung into fire and you’re on your way

But as of now the radiant moon shines

As if … just to remind those who see about this fleeting time

Maybe the mind will free itself from designs inflicted to keep the soul conflicted

Restricted to the vortex of boolean functions AND over lapping digits

Cover codes, radios, digital overloads

Satellites bright in a Star’s night scene like a cameo

Orbit until it meets its end

But when the stars truly lose their light it’s like the hereafter begins

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