Dollar Day

Tired of Self Abuse I retire from Oppression

This hunger for a dollar is prostituting my essence

Afflicted with addiction to a tree meshed with cotton

Out of the many slaves made one and Slaves forgotten

Looking for a better job robbing Peter to pay Paul

And Paul slaughtered Peter’s followers when he was Saul

And Saul’s kingdom went to David (S.A.W.) who slayed Giants

But that was before Judas made a Roman alliance

And Pharisees stood in compliance to kill Jesus (S.A.W)

Who taught the Word of God and dollars He didn’t need it

And after He ascended here entered the second Saul

Who knew the law but never met Jesus (S.A.W.) at all

Converting Gentiles to Christians and became Paul

Who got beheaded in Rome where Peter died later on

But I’m more interested in, Jesus (S.A.W.) and John (S.A.W.)

Peace and blessings upon

 Out of the desert sands The Last Prophet Muhammad (S.A.W.)

To all of the Prophet’s named the Muslims pay homage

Though none is worthy of worship, that’s only for God

Who has the Best of Names, in arabic one’s Allah

To Muhammad peace and blessings be upon was sent the Qur’an

Literally Recitation… but nothing like a song

See the people were polytheist so the revelation of One God caused altercations

Such situations… as torture, murder, slander, lies,

Verbal abuse, embargos and evil eyes

Led to a struggle for Peace and existence of belief in Abraham’s (S.A.W.) religion Hanif (inclining to truth)

But to end in sum after 23 years the Muslims won

The Prophet died completing the seal of Prophetic ties

The Truth glorious and in no need of the lies

Prompted by dollar days and answers with different shades

Filling the streets with blood under the skies of gray

So tired of Self Abuse I retire from Oppression

This hunger for a dollar is prostituting my essence

So I don’t want the money if my soul’s being sold

What is the worth of man? It can’t be counted in gold

And out of the many slaves of God here I am

Submitting to God like David, John, Jesus, Muhammad and Abraham


Peace and blessings be upon them all…





Hanif – Inclining to truth

(S.A.W.) – Salallahu alayhi wa Salaam – Peace and blessings be upon him

Qur’an – Recitation








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

For Poets

Intentionally muffled and mumbling on the street

Many verses made for saying but 7 stay on repeat

A performer will perform bonded to those whom he meets

Enslaved as a jackal,whatever gets me off the streets


Gets me out the cold drinking Dunkacheenoes

Window shopping pea coats in the winter like I need those

Even if it means

If it means If it means

What I’m saying violates my being

Oh my sense of being!

Step down off the camel with a foot caught in the stirrup

Sacrifice your soul swaying while gold is enveloped

What’s told is embellished

Natural charisma make a dirty lie sweet and somethings lovers want to cherish

Place it on a door… for one and all to relish

Donations’ implored… but too humble to sell it

Take it how it is  piece of me like a horcrux

Twisted and diseased lets see what else can be coughed up

‘fore we’re all struck awe struck by the end of days

Swaying every which’a way

Repeating what sinners say

Relieving the guilt with a call to do it anyway

Mumbling these 7 verses keep em’ on repeat

Directed to any poet spewing verses so replete

In nothing but just idle talk and vanities of the street

Pondering these 7 verses to keep a guard on my speech



The Seven Verses*

Shall I inform you upon whom the devils descend?

They descend upon every sinful liar.

They pass on what is heard, and most of them are liars.

And the poets – [only] the deviators follow them;

Do you not see that in every valley they roam

And that they say what they do not do? –

Except those [poets] who believe and do righteous deeds and remember Allah often and defend [the Muslims] after they were wronged. And those who have wronged are going to know to what [kind of] return they will be returned.

* Surah Shu’ara verses 221-227